Trophy Huntin’

Don’t let a sissy tell you huntin’ ain’t right

by Published: Nov 14, 2012

Tis the sea­son to end road slaughter.

Instead, we shall begin our har­vest of the summer’s unmo­lested foliage with tools we’ve vastly improved since our ances­tors har­vested their main source of protein.

I hope that most on this cam­pus under­stand hunt­ing isn’t merely sport.

But when in white­tail ter­ri­tory, the night before open­ing day is nor­mally spent dream­ing end­lessly about 20-inch spreads on 12-point bucks which weigh over 250 pounds.

Bagging doe after doe only makes my stom­ach excited for venison.

Venison is very lean wild-game pro­tein, free of the hor­mone pumpage our cat­tle and chicken are often sub­jected to in order to bulk up and rest con­fined in slaugh­ter­houses,
await­ing doom.

While veni­son is great, rot­ting meat wouldn’t sit as well on a wall as a tro­phy rack that oozes accom­plish­ment and has a story behind it.

Unfortunately, no tro­phy as rare as the one men­tioned in this piece will just mean­der to the front of your blind beg­ging to be shot come the morn­ing of Nov. 15.

The big tro­phies that have lived through sev­eral sea­sons are too quick to be caught.

There needs to be prepa­ra­tion for the season.

Some men grow beards, some sim­ply focus on how quickly they can dress a deer, oth­ers spend hours scouting.

Scouting divides a hunter between pri­mal instinct and casual for­est tromp­ing. They qui­etly stalk the neme­sis’ habits, try­ing to inter­pret the move­ment of their tro­phy as best as

A tip to any hunters: If you haven’t made adap­ta­tions to your land yet, or plan to go hunt­ing on pub­lic land, try as hard as pos­si­ble to avoid Axe body wash, any sham­poo or any shower in general.

I hope you have the sense to get out by 5 a.m. shower-less and alert.

As a method of dis­guise, I was taught to place cloth­ing that wreaked of human all around our land dur­ing the months lead­ing up to November, just to desen­si­tize a deer’s height­ened sense of smell over time and earn an advan­tage in the hunt.

There’s no bet­ter way to trick a deer’s nose.

Then you sit, some­times in a blind, some­times in orange with trees to sur­round. It is quiet. All you are wait­ing for is the sound of short snorts, grunts and snap­ping sticks. You can’t react to the sounds you hear.

You must stay dis­ci­plined and keep body move­ment to a min­i­mum, rely­ing on sound and sight alone.

No one tags a big rack by stomp­ing through the woods.

The itch­ing nag of silence and bore­dom become a feel­ing you enjoy every minute of until a tall buck walks right into your line of vision with the per­fect stance: head-cocked to the side and heart exposed.

Good luck tomor­row, hunters. I hope you con­tinue con­tribut­ing to and expand­ing our wildlife con­ser­va­tion through hunt­ing license pur­chases in Michigan.

Preserve our state’s most impor­tant resource and con­tinue cre­at­ing jobs with your spe­cial­ized hobby.