IMPACT!!!!!!! A Horrific Fall From a Deer Stand!
Nov03

IMPACT!!!!!!! A Horrific Fall From a Deer Stand!

Falling from a deer stand is the last thing that seasoned hunter Tommy Brown had on his mind that crisp fall morning in 2005. Living in South Carolina his entire life, hunting came as naturally to him as eating grits with shrimp. Tommy has always been drawn to the land, and working as an appraiser has been the perfect career fit for him. Anyone who knows Tommy will immediately tell you that he is a true outdoorsman. He named his only son Woods. As far as Tommy was concerned, there was no name better suited for a son. I’ve known Tommy for more than 30 years, but until the day I wrote this article, I never knew he is a Vietnam combat veteran. That’s Tommy Brown. Being a warrior didn’t define him, and he found no reason to bring it up. His easygoing style is only upstaged by his happy, charming personality and contagious smile. In a few months, Tommy was looking forward to celebrating his first anniversary with his soul mate, Carman Stone Brown, a beautiful young lady. Most people don’t get second chances at love, but this was a romance that was undeniable. My husband had hunted with Tommy many times over the years, mostly for ducks and doves. But this year, it was all about hunting for legendary whitetails during firearms season in Brown County, Illinois, where Tommy was to experience, for the first time, hunting monster bucks quite unlike the comparatively diminutive whitetails we see in South Carolina. Yeah, Brown County . . . the fact that Tommy’s last name is Brown made his eyes twinkle a bit more, as if he needed any extra twinkle that day! Climbing up those frosty rungs into the deer blind was a thrill that Tommy had anticipated for months, and he felt blessed as the night sky, filled with bright stars, morphed into early light. He thanked God for this amazing creation, and relished the time to sit quietly and take in the beauty before him. That single morning Tommy saw more bucks than he had seen in several seasons at home in South Carolina. As the hours passed, he soaked up the sights and sounds around him, not wanting to miss a thing. A flock of turkeys kept him entertained as they pecked their way through the food plot, and his excitement intensified when a doe ran out under his stand as a huge buck with a broken rack that looked more like a mule erupted from the woods in an unwieldy chase after her. The buck was in heavy pursuit, nostrils flaring, tongue hanging, and set...

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Alone in Total Darkness and Then this Happens!!
Oct24

Alone in Total Darkness and Then this Happens!!

It was the last day of our deer hunt at Deerfield Plantation in St George, SC, and I was ready to find Mr. Big! Our guides took each of us to our stands deep in the woods near the swamp, hoping that this would be a great location to find that trophy buck that I know each of us wanted. My lean-to stand was perfect to view the stars through the thick stand of trees that surrounded me, and the blackness around me never seemed blacker that morning. As the guide’s truck pulled away and the rear lights vanished, I settled in for what would be a good hour or so until there was first light. Not a minute went by, and suddenly, a loud sound startled me that was too close for comfort. It was not “squirrel” deer noise; this was a sound that only something really large could make.  It has to be a big buck that had been bedded down. I said to myself-don’t panic.  I have jumped deer before, but this was much different.  Slow moving and heavy steady footsteps were coming towards the back of my stand, and the sound of cracking limbs convinced me it was something really big. I slowly reached for my handgun,  just in case….Somehow, the feel of the cold nickel on the barrel and soft rosewood handle of my Smith & Wesson calmed my nerves.  I sat motionless for what seemed to be an eternity.  It sounded like a moose lumbering my way, but we don’t have moose in South Carolina.   Could it be Lizard Man? (You know how your imagination can go wild sometimes!)  I could not see even my hand in front of my face and I kept questioning why a deer would come that close to me.  It stopped right behind my stand, and I contemplated what would happen next.   I heard it start to walk again, cracking the limbs from some fallen branches, and the footsteps continued and then seemed to get further and further away.  I wish I could see something, I thought! But there was virtually no light, and I was relying on my other senses to try to figure out what was going on.  I hoped it was going to stop by the corn pile that was 100 yards or so up the lane and remain there until twilight. I have never felt time stand so still.  It was so heavily wooded that the first light came slowly, and as I glassed the area, there was no shape of an animal anywhere to be seen.  About an hour later, I hear...

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SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!
Oct18

SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!

  Most of us have thought about the possibility of a snake making its way into our turkey blind or a ground blind for deer hunting, but I bet most of us have not thought about a snake in our tree stand! Well, that is exactly what happened to me on Saturday, the 15th of October. Its was a day like most other hunting days except, the fog was as thick as pea soup.   Even though it is October, this particular morning felt like the dog days of summer!  My deer stand is perfect for me.  It is somewhat open-aired, while being perfectly hidden from from the keen eyesight of the deer.  Being a bit claustrophobic, I don’t like to be closed in.  I have one phobia and that is ….NO,  not snakes, but wasps!  Everyone who really knows me well is aware of this terrible fear I have.  So, this stand works well for me because I don’t feel trapped should a wasp fly in.  No worries…no wasps, but little did I know there was another intruder in my stand. One of the best parts about hunting is arriving at your stand a good hour before daybreak. The idea is to get in your stand with the least amount of noise or light.  I typically can get settled in within a minute using only a minimum amount of light from my hat light as to not alert the deer.  After a quick look in my stand, I am ready to turn off the hat light.  In the blackness of the morning hour,  the dreary fog made my mind wander about how much it looked like Halloween.  An intriguing spider web hung off the black silhouette of a branch, and it looked like it had ghostly bat wings. As the sun tried to penetrate the heavy fog,  the landscape began to take shape.  The dog fennel, tired from the long hot summer, drooped under the heavy mist in the air. The fog hung around until almost 9 am, and about that time I was able to see shadows of a couple of does along the tree line, and a happy-go-lucky spike buck wandered towards me looking for a place to bed down for awhile. I like to bring my camera when I hunt,  just in case I see something that really deserves a quality photo.  I took a few minutes to try to capture the beauty as the fog lifted,  knowing that I still didn’t have a clear shot from my vantage point to hunt deer.   As I reached down to move some of the old and...

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Counting Down the Days!
Jul29

Counting Down the Days!

Oh deer! I have been racking my brain trying to get my game plan together. Yes, the countdown has begun . . . while most people are enjoying summer boating, fishing, golfing, beach time, and other wonderful outdoor activities, some of us are counting down the days until deer season starts. If we are not thinking about it, we are probably sleeping and dreaming about it. I know I am. It is all about preparation, and this season, we are focused on hunting mature bucks. All hunters know that four- and five-year-old bucks don’t live that long making themselves easy targets. Our main focus will be keeping our human footprint as light as possible so as not to put pressure on the deer. How do I smell? Do tell!   Camouflaging our human scent is extremely important, and this year, we are adding dogfennel to our scent control plan to mask unnatural odors from our boots. It grows everywhere in the Southeast and it has a strong odor that will be perfect to hide our scent. We are not sure exactly what method we will use to get our boots covered with the scent, but I have visions of stomping our feet in the stuff as if we were squashing grapes for wine. The answer is blowing in the wind . . .  Next, we will focus on wind direction, which goes hand in hand with our scent control plan. Since a buck will use his nose to detect danger approaching, knowing the wind direction is one of the most important details to take into account. We have several stands to choose from and will select which stand to hunt based on the wind direction, always wanting to be downwind to best control our scent. Having options with the right stand for the direction of the wind can make the difference between seeing a buck and not. Otherwise your answer will be just blowing in the wind. A ScoutLook weather app is great to pinpoint your stand so you can check for wind direction. Stand by me  Besides the typical preparations such as pruning and clearing shooting lanes of fallen trees and debris, my stand will need to be cleared of any potential for wasps. Wasps are my phobia. I am OK with spiders and snakes, but not wasps. Letting out a scream because of a wasp will not help with hunting a trophy buck! I also need to check the swivel seat on my stand for squeaks and groans, as well as giving the stand a thorough checkup to make sure it is structurally in solid shape, as...

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January Apologies ….
Jan06

January Apologies ….

Now that the dust has settled and the cobwebs have cleared, I realize that I probably owe a few friends an apology. Missed birthday wishes, unreturned texts, and invitations passed up pretty much sums up my last few weeks of deer season. I could blame it on the holidays or my busy work schedule, but I am now admitting that I was totally obsessed with deer hunting.  It’s not like I did not have many hunts, as there were plenty. Nor was it an off year since I harvested two bucks and a doe. Looking back, I realize that I was on a mission to hunt every opportunity that came my way.  I was feeling that dread that comes over you when your favorite season (next to turkey hunting)  draws to an end and you can’t believe it will be another 8 months until you can experience  the insatiable thrill of hunting whitetails. There were so many amazing hunts this season. When I was not seeing deer, I was seeing hogs and I have to admit with three deer and three hogs down all with clean shots,  I have a lot to be happy about.   Since deer season drew to a close, I’ve had a great duck hunt and, I have a quail hunt on my schedule for February.  So yes, I have moved on and I finally can clearly see that I can and need to control this impassioned desire to hunt.   After all, it is only a couple of months till my “other love” rolls around… turkey hunting! Like deer season, turkey season has a way of gripping you like a viper on a mouse.  When you are not in the woods, you are thinking about it.  When you are not thinking about it, you are asleep.  Now that I am no longer in denial of this impending problem, I am going to be very careful not to repeat the same pattern I had with deer hunting.   I promise I will not become that hard to recognize shadow of a person who looks more like a tree than a human.  I assure you my friends, I’ll be there for you when you need me and that is not just turkey talk! Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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My Huntingmoon
Dec29

My Huntingmoon

  Did I mean honeymoon? Well, maybe! Four years ago, we were all set to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary on December 9th at The Cloisters in Sea Island , Georgia where we first honeymooned that beautiful December day so long ago. We were to leave on Thursday for a relaxing long weekend. I had been thinking about the trip to the resort and early in the week, I blurted out to my husband that I would really love to go deer hunting instead. His mouth dropped and he said, “Are you kidding…you want to give up a five star resort with a non-refundable deposit to go deer hunting?” “YES!”, I said “I really do.” He was quick to start surfing the internet to see if we could find a last minute hunting destination that could accommodate us. Sure enough since it was not peak season, we were able to book into a world class hunting spot in St. George, SC at Deerfield Plantation. My husband made sure it was ‘female friendly” and they assured us that they had a very nice cabin would be available to us. So, I traded a luxury suite for a cabin, sighting in my gun instead of spa treatments, food plots instead of flowers, hunting boots instead of heels, southern home cooking instead of five star dining, sitting in a deer stand instead of sitting by the pool, getting up at 4 am instead of lounging until late, and wearing long johns instead of lingerie! You get the picture, but I could not be happier! Our cabin was perfect: rustic, inviting, and cozy! We were very happy sipping wine by the fireplace and catching up on how the past 30 years had flown by in a blink of an eye! We raised 3 wonderful children and now could spend time together that was just “us” time. Best of all, we were spending time doing something we both love. We especially were grateful that we could find enjoyment in simple pleasures such as the beauty that nature offers us and preparing beautiful meals from the bounty we have harvested. We sat together on every hunt (after all, it was our anniversary) and had the best time. No, we were not exactly quiet or still. We cuddled to stay warm, listened to the owls howling in the pitch black and watched the sun wake up the woods with its first light. The brisk morning air was invigorating as we waited patiently to see a deer. Since December is not peak rut, we didn’t have high expectations. We were thrilled to see lots of turkeys strolling...

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