Well, if you are a deer hunter, you know what November means. Crazy whitetail action, right? I look forward to the first 20 days of November every year. The first 20 days means that the whitetail rut will be on. For you non deer hunters, that means the big bucks forget about everything and looking for those hot does to breed with. A hot doe will make a big buck go crazy, kinda like a teen age boy, and make him an easy target for a deer hunter.
As some of you know, I got lucky and shot a nice Michigan buck on October 28th. I could not have been more happy. That story can be seen here:
In that article I wrote about how my truck broke down and how lucky I was to be able to shoot such an awesome buck out behind that house. When I got my truck back I was fired up to get back to my hunting grounds. Spots where I have seen nice mature bucks during the rut. I waited all fall to hunt these spots. I had not been in there other than to hang treestands so the does in the area wouldn’t know about me. Meaning come rut, they would bring their male friends by my treestand hopefully. Well, God had another plans.
I was up a tree in Central Michigan when I received the text from my Mom. My Papa (her dad) had been fighting Alzheimer’s for about 3 years. He wasn’t doing so good and my Mom told me I better come home if I wanted to say good-bye. All of a sudden, the rut and my favorite 20 days didn’t matter much anymore. My all day sit waiting for Mr. Big to walk by didn’t matter either. I was in my truck headed home immediately bawling my eyes out. Let me tell you, it’s hard to drive when your crying.
Luckily, the winds were right for my stand at home and I got to hunt a lot. I had to clear my mind so it was a nice change. At night, I went to see him and spent time with my Papa. He was in such bad shape it was really hard to see him. He told me 3 times that he loved me in his rasping voice. I thanked him numerous times for everything he had done for me and always being there for me. On Friday, November 9th, God decided it was time. It was the worse day of my life. Deer didn’t matter much for a few days. I hunted a little but it was more just to get a way.
I ended up hunting a few of my spots that I thought would be prime after that. Gun season came and went and I shot at one doe and somehow missed. My prime spots didn’t produce much at all. I did see some bucks chasing back at home over Thanksgiving including two nice bucks. I seen more action the last few days of Gun season but never came close to shooting anything. On November 30th I had my last sit behind my place where I killed my buck and called it. November was nothing special.
I’ve had a lot of time to sit and think during my sits in a tree or traveling around the state. I started to think about the past few months and what has happened. I did not deserve that buck. However, for some reason I was in that tree on November 28th at 8:40 A.M. If I had picked the other home to rent, I would have never shot that buck. Plus, I got two awesome room mates and there 4 pets out of the deal. If it was not for my transmission blowing I would have been somewhere on state land and had never shot that buck. I consider that buck a gift from God. God knew I was going to be going through a rough time in the next few days. He knew I wasn’t going to be able to hunt my prime spots when I wanted to be in them. I don’t know why he had to make it so expensive for me but I am so grateful that I got to put an arrow in an awesome buck this year.
I am sorry to my subscribers that I have not been updating this blog. It’s been a weird and emotional month. I have not felt like writing or posting. I did post some short stories on facebook. I had a lot of stories that I would have written about in more depth but I just didn’t feel like it. However, I felt this story would fit just right for the month of November. I hope you guys liked it. If you have a Grandfather or Grandmother you haven’t talked to in a while, make sure you see them every chance you get. Sometime we forget about them in our busy life’s. If not, you may regret it when you no longer have that option. I am glad I took time out of my life to spend with my Papa while he fought Alzheimer’s.
As for December, I am going to try to keep this blog and facebook active. I am excited to get back on the rivers and in the woods. Steelhead fishing started in October and Trapping season is in full swing. We also have another month of bow season and muzzle loader to fill the remaining tags. There is a lot to do in the Great Lake state right now. I have added my good friend Jon to Great Lakes Edge facebook. He will keep everyone updated on the steelhead fishing around this great state. He is a great addition to the team.
I hope everyone has a chance to get out there in this crazy month. Make sure to keep an eye on this page and check out our facebook in the link below. If you have a story or a kill you want to share, we would love to hear about it. Good Luck!!