What year: 1990
Brand/Model Bow: The first Allen Compound made
Broadhead: I think Thunderhead 125's
Treestand or ground blind: Natural ground blind made of pine branches
Buck or doe: Doe
I was very, very young. Probably too young, but I distinctly remember my Dad letting me use his first compound bow. I was enthralled and excited to use it, as it was the first of it's kind and was the very bow he used to kill his first buck. In any case, he dropped the poundage down for little ole me and set me up in the back portion of the property in a red pine branch makeshift blind with a small window looking at a 5 tree apple orchard about 20 yards away. He wasn't with me in the blind, but was watching from the house with the binocs. I was extremely nervous if I recall, especially since I knew he was watching the entire scene unfold, but I managed to pull back the bow, line up the sight, and remember to just concentrate on a specific tuft of hair behind the front shoulder when the doe stepped out to snack on some freshly fallen apples. I did so, and executed a perfect shot. Been doing the same routine every time since then for shot placement. He always said, never look at the head, take one quick look to determine if you will shoot then focus on that tuft of hair. For that, I thank him, cause it certainly prevents the buck fever from setting in. Anyway, back to the story. The rather small doe ran about 75 yards and expired. My father immediately came running out and congratulated me on my first bow success with open arms and a few high fives if I recall. I'll never forget the smile both he and I had on our faces, nor the speed at which he came running from the house after the whole thing played out. He's gone now, but that memory will stick with me until the very day I pass on as well. I was fortunate enough to be coached in the dressing out procedure prior and we ate tasty tenderloin that night and all was well with the world. I still have that bow and I think about that time and my dad every instance I look at it. Someday, I will pull it out again and maybe do a tribute hunt of some sort with it. I can hardly type just thinking about it, but it's a good memory none the less.
"I enjoy and become completely immersed in the challenge and the increased opportunity to become for a time a part of nature. Deer hunting is a classical exercise in freedom. It�s a return to fundamentals that I distinctly feel are basic and right"-F.B.