Final Chapter - 7.5 years old.
if I only had one word to use to describe whitetail deer’s profound impact on me - it would be “life”.
I have poured a great part of my life into learning and respecting these animals.
I’ve managed the habitat to give life back to the once degraded and mis-managed soils and timber.
I’ve used the animals we’ve harvested as source of sustenance for our human lives.
When it comes to deer and specifically managing the farm - it’s easy to just get caught up in antler size. As time goes on and we harvest older and better quality deer- we realize how impactful we are on the landscape.
Dozer made it to 7.5 years old. That is old for a whitetail in Ohio. That deer survived cars, disease, hunting, coyotes, and more.
No matter how good of a hunter one thinks he’s or she is, luck plays a big part, and that is not lost on me. For me to have been in the right place, at the right time, when this old buck made one fatal mistake - maybe his only in almost a decade of life- is extremely humbling.
So I’ll say - I’m beyond thankful for harvesting an old and fully mature buck. This might be the oldest buck I ever harvest.
The life the whitetail deer has given to me is one of respect, passion and perseverance. It has been the foundation for my passion for all things wildlife.
For that I will forever be thankful to be able to manage the greatest (imo) animal on God’s green earth, in the greatest country in the world.
Dozer - thanks for 7.5 years!!