How do you measure success?
This may be a little long winded, I don't post much but I like the forum and feel like posting here makes more sense since the majority of you guys/gals understand.
My measurement of success is an evolving, turbulent, and sometimes deflating process. This season so far has reaffirmed that I am in fact, very successful. Not because of the deer I've killed but the exact opposite.
I fail more times than I succeed when it comes to killing a deer, this season makes the second straight year that I have missed the bucks that offered me a shot. Some guys are not equipped to miss, and blow chances quite like I am. Last year, a huge 160-170" at 36 yards, this year a spot and stalk on a beautiful 8 with a kicker at 26. As I sat in disbelief again, I started beating myself up for misjudging the yardage, rushing the shot, etc, etc. I Made the normal BS texts, called a buddy and then I just sat in a blowdown and for whatever reason I realized again that my measurement of success differs greatly from some, and maybe the same as others'.
At 40 years old I still run the hills and hollows chasing deer, I work my ass off when I hunt. I put in 38 hours on stand in a 3 day stretch. I saw 4 dandy bucks, got a shot at one and failed but somehow I feel successful. Some guys won't agree and that's fine, we are not all programmed the same.
I have always enjoyed the hunts more than the kill, but after every miss I feel the same self esteem crushing feelings. Somehow I always seem to find the silver lining or humor in it. This miss was no different, I consider myself a decent hunter, I studied wildlife management, I understand deer and can always get on them when I need to. I, like many bowhunters have a little machismo. It only takes a half a second to put that in perspective. I'm not that damn good! The reasons are many, not excuses because there are none to give. I have a beautiful family that I spend the majority of my time with, time that I used to spend shooting my bow, checking cams, scouting, and being "selfish".
I have always been a hunter that likes my shots 25 and in. Just a few years ago I started shooting out to 70yds. It's fun when your shooting at a huge Bullseye and 3D target but I am in no way proficient enough to take a shot at deer at greater than 40. This pre season was rushed due to other commitments and I didn't practice like I should have and that lack of practice sailed an arrow over a bucks back. Thankfully it was not a bad shot/wounded deer situation.
I regrouped, knocked another arrow and finished my game plan of still hunting a hollow that was out of the roaring SW wind. As I worked and glassed my way through the thicket I reached the bottom of the hollow. As I crested the creek bank I looked ahead and saw a beautiful wide and very heavy beamed 10pt. Bedded with a doe. I was shocked he never made a move or tried to get up so I acted like I was supposed to be there. I moved to my left one step at a time, looking for a lane to move forward. I found the lane and closed the distance to within 60yds, as my last step settled another doe, which I didn't see, exploded out of the high grass and ran past the bedded buck and doe finally stopping 20yds behind, and uphill from them. After a tense staredown and the deer finally realizing I was in fact stalking them, the big 10 and doe ran up the hill and out away from me. "I can cut them off" was my thought, so I ran as fast as my slightly overweight ass could, uphill for what seemed like a mile but more like 100yds to a flat that I thought the deer would cross. I met the 2 does almost simultaneously, some snorting and crashing occurred, and then nothing but the howling wind above me. Defeated yet again but as I walked up and out I couldn't help but think how "successful" that days hunt was.
I think that sometimes the younger T.V. generation of hunters loses sight of how successful the whole hunting experience is, measuring by inches and bragging rights is not for me. Measuring my hunts by valuable life experiences and memories are what makes me successful in my little corner of the whitetail hunting community. I lose sight of these types of experiences almost yearly when it comes time to hunt, but it only takes one day, one hour, or one missed opportunity to put it all in perspective for me.
Feel free to share one of your "successful" days or hunts. If it includes killing a deer even better. The best parts of the stories for me are the in between shit. That's what its all about and no matter how you gauge your success we can all understand each others' experiences.
This may be a little long winded, I don't post much but I like the forum and feel like posting here makes more sense since the majority of you guys/gals understand.
My measurement of success is an evolving, turbulent, and sometimes deflating process. This season so far has reaffirmed that I am in fact, very successful. Not because of the deer I've killed but the exact opposite.
I fail more times than I succeed when it comes to killing a deer, this season makes the second straight year that I have missed the bucks that offered me a shot. Some guys are not equipped to miss, and blow chances quite like I am. Last year, a huge 160-170" at 36 yards, this year a spot and stalk on a beautiful 8 with a kicker at 26. As I sat in disbelief again, I started beating myself up for misjudging the yardage, rushing the shot, etc, etc. I Made the normal BS texts, called a buddy and then I just sat in a blowdown and for whatever reason I realized again that my measurement of success differs greatly from some, and maybe the same as others'.
At 40 years old I still run the hills and hollows chasing deer, I work my ass off when I hunt. I put in 38 hours on stand in a 3 day stretch. I saw 4 dandy bucks, got a shot at one and failed but somehow I feel successful. Some guys won't agree and that's fine, we are not all programmed the same.
I have always enjoyed the hunts more than the kill, but after every miss I feel the same self esteem crushing feelings. Somehow I always seem to find the silver lining or humor in it. This miss was no different, I consider myself a decent hunter, I studied wildlife management, I understand deer and can always get on them when I need to. I, like many bowhunters have a little machismo. It only takes a half a second to put that in perspective. I'm not that damn good! The reasons are many, not excuses because there are none to give. I have a beautiful family that I spend the majority of my time with, time that I used to spend shooting my bow, checking cams, scouting, and being "selfish".
I have always been a hunter that likes my shots 25 and in. Just a few years ago I started shooting out to 70yds. It's fun when your shooting at a huge Bullseye and 3D target but I am in no way proficient enough to take a shot at deer at greater than 40. This pre season was rushed due to other commitments and I didn't practice like I should have and that lack of practice sailed an arrow over a bucks back. Thankfully it was not a bad shot/wounded deer situation.
I regrouped, knocked another arrow and finished my game plan of still hunting a hollow that was out of the roaring SW wind. As I worked and glassed my way through the thicket I reached the bottom of the hollow. As I crested the creek bank I looked ahead and saw a beautiful wide and very heavy beamed 10pt. Bedded with a doe. I was shocked he never made a move or tried to get up so I acted like I was supposed to be there. I moved to my left one step at a time, looking for a lane to move forward. I found the lane and closed the distance to within 60yds, as my last step settled another doe, which I didn't see, exploded out of the high grass and ran past the bedded buck and doe finally stopping 20yds behind, and uphill from them. After a tense staredown and the deer finally realizing I was in fact stalking them, the big 10 and doe ran up the hill and out away from me. "I can cut them off" was my thought, so I ran as fast as my slightly overweight ass could, uphill for what seemed like a mile but more like 100yds to a flat that I thought the deer would cross. I met the 2 does almost simultaneously, some snorting and crashing occurred, and then nothing but the howling wind above me. Defeated yet again but as I walked up and out I couldn't help but think how "successful" that days hunt was.
I think that sometimes the younger T.V. generation of hunters loses sight of how successful the whole hunting experience is, measuring by inches and bragging rights is not for me. Measuring my hunts by valuable life experiences and memories are what makes me successful in my little corner of the whitetail hunting community. I lose sight of these types of experiences almost yearly when it comes time to hunt, but it only takes one day, one hour, or one missed opportunity to put it all in perspective for me.
Feel free to share one of your "successful" days or hunts. If it includes killing a deer even better. The best parts of the stories for me are the in between shit. That's what its all about and no matter how you gauge your success we can all understand each others' experiences.