Everybody Is Seeing Deer...Except Me
by Tim Smith
The Story: Is it just me? Am I plagued? Have I contracted a species of cootie that repels the North American Whitetail? Have I lost my mojo or did I ever really have mojo? Self-doubt and countless questions like these have recently invaded my psyche. It seems like every Tom, Dick and Harry in my neck of the woods is seeing deer-and a lot of them-except for this guy. Every bubba on my block feels compelled to tell me about "Buster-Big-Buck and their band of Buckaroos". The only response I've been able to muster lately is.... "I saw one heck of a grey squirrel the other day-I also got a glimpse of a Pope and Young chipmunk. Man, those big squirrels really get a guy fired up!"
Have the deer in my hunting area been kidnapped, abducted by space aliens that love tasty venison tenderloins or have they taken on the instincts of a Caribou and felt an unrelenting urge to migrate to the Alaskan Tundra? Although possible, I don't think these scenarios are probable.
After breaking down all the possibilities, I think I have come up with a plausible answer. The deer on my property have moved to other areas because that's where they're getting the most nutrition. I've worked hard to create a great deer environment. However, I'll admit, it's not there yet. I've got some work to do. They don't have all the food sources they need. Although I have some great looking food plots, I believing surrounding properties have better nutritional browse and mast crops along with planted food plots. As such, the does go where the food sources are. This time of year the bucks follow the does. It ain't rocket science.
The Word: In a like manner, Moses reminded us and Jesus confirmed, "man can't live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God". (Deuteronomy 8:3, Matthew 4:4) We need the spiritual nutrition that can only be found in God's Word. Are you getting everything you need?
Field Tip: Auburn University has a phenomenal whitetail research program known as Deer Lab. "The goals of Deer Lab are: 1) conduct relevant research that improves current knowledge of the biology, ecology, and management of whitetailed deer and their habitats and 2) disseminate results and knowledge gained from this research to both the scientific community and general public." Their research can certainly help you in creating the environment and nutrition your deer herd needs. Check it out at Deer Lab Website.
If you're not already doing so, I would also encourage you to boost your own spiritual nutrition by taking part in a daily Bible reading plan. The following website has several plans that fit any busy schedule: You Version Bible reading Plan Website
Making Him Known,
by Tim Smith
The Story: I'll admit it. I REALLY get excited when my hard work combines with a well-placed shot. This is especially true when the results are tasty morsels on the table and/or a trophy on the wall.
Let me first say I don't plan the fist pump, high five or the occasional "Breaking Too-Electric Boogaloo" get-down dance that happens in my stand. It just bursts out of me! But, I've also learned that this reaction is quite natural due to a chemical-scientific-hormone thing that happens in the body. Let me pass this process on to you.
Here's how it works: 1) the mere sight of a big buck or long- bearded gobbler kick starts the production of copious amounts of endogenous opioid peptides (a.k.a. endorphins or "jazz juice") in the body, 2) the trigger pull of the weapon or release of an arrow sling shots this mother-lode of jazz juice to our brain's limbic system and our opioid receptors 3) upon arrival of the juice to the opioid receptors, it's game over - a "harvest high" occurs and a man has no control over the style, fury, or fashion of the celebration that happens. It's just science in action and completely natural! (Feel free to use this dialogue as a reference when explaining this phenomena to your spouse.)
The Word: Jesus himself tells us about another type of celebration that occurs in heaven. "...I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents" (Luke 15:10). That's way cool! Every time someone turns to Christ as their Lord and Savior a celebration of Angels occurs. That's way better than any tree stand "get down" here on earth. My question for you today is this; has there been a celebration in heaven because of you.
Field Tip: As proven above, "jazz juice" can result in some serious celebrations in the stand. However, don't let the celebration end in tragedy. According to the National Bowhunter Education Foundation, 55% of elevated stand users still do not use a fall arrest device and 25% of all falls result in some sort of serious injury or death. Bottom line, don't be a statistic. Get a safety harness and use it! Our great friends at Hunter Safety System offer a complete line of safety harnesses that are highly functional and great fitting. Check out their complete line of harnesses at the Hunter Safety System website.
Making Him Known,
by Tim Smith
The Story: Let me just start this article by admitting something. I'd probably never win an award for being "Mr. Compassionate". For some reason it's just not part of my make-up. For example, if my son got a boo-boo when he was a little fella my wife would pick him up, wipe his tears, wrap him in a big hug, clean his wounds and give him a Scooby-Doo Band-aid. Me, on the other hand, had a completely different approach. I would perform a quick triage from afar. If I determined there were no bones sticking out or stitches required, I encouraged him to "rub some dirt on it and get back in the game." Keep this in mind as we move on.
Last week I had a great opportunity. I would tag along with a friend and film his attempt at a Northern Missouri monster buck. In turn, I would be able to use this footage on a DVD project I'm working on. As we made the drive from Alabama to Missouri it was evident we would approach this hunt with a "No Mercy" attitude. We would pull out every punch in our tactical arsenal and tirelessly hunt every hour of the day on a mission to make some big buck a movie star.
However, on the very first day of our hunt our plan was interrupted. My buddy began to get sick and go down quickly. Whatever he had hit him like Mike Tyson and by noon he was coughing like a seal, shaking like a leaf and was drifting in and out of reality often mumbling something in his sleep that sounded like moo-moo and Honey Boo-Boo. Still stuck in a "No Mercy" frame of mind , I responded with a few encouraging words. I told him to put on another jacket. It would help with the chills. He could also cut down some of that coughing noise by sticking a towel in his mouth just before he let loose.
The Word: On day two my buddy sounded and looked worse. But, he insisted he'd be o.k. and we made our way to the stand. Who was I to argue? He was a grown man capable of making his own decisions. We had a buck to kill.
Around 8:00 a.m. I took a few minutes to read a little Scripture in the stand. Here's what I read:
"There will be no mercy for those who have not shown mercy to others.....so you see, we are shown to be right with God by what we do, not by faith alone." (James 2:13,24).
The words cut me to the core. What was I doing? Why were we still in the stand? The guy next to me was obviously hurting. He needed mercy. He needed compassion. He needed help. He needed a brother. He needed me. My faith certainly hadn't been reflected in my actions.
He agreed to let me take him to the local Emergency Room where they determined he had Influenza Type-A. After his diagnosis we decided it would be best to head home. No deer was worth this. On the way home I did my best to take care of his needs and get him safely home. During the long 14 hour drive I often reflected on the words I had read earlier in the day feeling convicted to my core.
Field Tip: Don't lose sight of the important things in life. Too often as hunters we become consumed with the hunt. Faith, family and friends are the important things in life.
Making Him Known,
by Tim Smith
The Story: One of my favorite comic book characters as a kid was Spider Man. In fact, I liked him SO much I had a Spider Man mask and Spider Man Underoos. In my attempt to save the world, I'd run around the Smith Household clad in my "Spidey gear" (i.e. underoos and mask) and use my "Spidey Senses" to detect evil and save the day by shooting my "Spidey Web" on the bad guys. Just for the record, there were numerous occasions where I saved my mom, sister and cat from the evil antics of Green Goblin and Mysterio. I was pretty much a BIG deal, a game changer in fact-Just sayin....
As I've grown older, I've unfortunately outgrown my underoos and my need to be Spider Man. However, I have learned something recently about Spidey Senses I wanted to pass onto each of you. Drum role please---Whitetail Deer have been infused with "Spidey Senses"! Oh yeah, it's a proven fact. I personally have encountered deer that can see you think, hear you change your mind and dodge a speeding arrow traveling at 300 feet per second. Only a creature with "Spidey Senses" can do this. Don't laugh-it's true!
On a recent hunting trip I encountered an 8-point that had these superpowers. As this buck turned broadside I settled my pin low on his vitals. At the moment of truth this buck showed no signs he was onto me or that he had super powers. However, as I squeezed my release and unleashed the arrow from my Mathews bow, this deer's "Spidey Senses" kicked into overdrive. As you can see in the photo below, the deer's body dropped nearly a foot in less than half of a second. As I watched this deer metamorphosis, I sat as shocked as a pig in a smokehouse. Had this deer been trained by David Copperfield? No! This dude had "Spidey Senses"!
The Word: I know this sounds crazy, but Peter Parker is not the only human with "Spidey Senses". God has given us all a form of "Spidey Sense". As believers, our Spidey sense is actually a gift of the Holy Spirit. Let me explain. Did you ever feel convicted by being somewhere you weren't supposed to be or by doing something you weren't supposed to do? I bet you have - I know I have. In the Book of John, chapter 14, Jesus informed the disciples he would send a helper in the form of the Holy Spirit. In chapter 16 Jesus goes on to to say that one of the roles of the Holy Spirit would be to "convict us of our sin". So, when you get that feeling deep inside that's the work of the Holy Spirit.
Field Tip: A deer will never ignore its "Spidey Sense". If it feels threatened or unsafe it will naturally flee from danger. Just like a deer, if something doesn't feel right or we find ourselves in a bad situation, we are also to flee from the situation. Don't stick around. FLEE!
As for the 8-point in the picture, he did have "Spidey Senses" and he used them. However, my Mathews bow also has super powers. It's fast-"Flash Gordon" kinda fast! By aiming VERY low on the vitals of this buck and relying on the speed of my bow, I was able to take this buck. I'll admit it wasn't a perfect shot. However, it was a deadly shot. Remember this tip the next time you're faced with a long shot and a buck with "Spidey Senses".
Hunting On Purpose
by Tim Smith
The Story: Twelve hours later, I'm still riding a wave of emotion. For the last 5 days we've had one close encounter after another. We just haven't been able to seal the deal; until today.
Had I been by myself, I think I would have stood a better chance of putting one in the bag earlier; not because I'm a great or even good turkey hunter. I just think it's simpler by yourself--less movement, less logistics, less commotion, fewer moving parts, etc, etc. Most times less is more in the turkey woods. However, this season is different. I'm "hunting on purpose" and I'm committed to doing it with my best friends. Together we are part of something bigger than just the chase.
There's a little girl in the country of Moldova by the name of Ana. She is an orphan. For now she's safe. She's in an orphanage. However, in a few years she'll turn 16 and she will be sent out into the streets alone and desperate. Ana, along with thousands of girls just like her, don't stand a chance. In fact, 7 out of 10 of the girls like Ana will be sold into sex slavery. You read that correctly, 7 out of 10. You may be asking yourself "what has that got to do with turkey hunting?". Here's the answer.
"On Target Outdoor Ministries" has partnered with Jason Cruise and "Mission" to bring you "Spring Chronicles", a daily video, Turkey Tip, or tactic published on the "Mission" Facebook Page. We call it "Spring Chronicles" because it chronicles the turkey season of four different teams across the country. It's our collective prayer that after checking out the hunt, viewers will take time to check out the "Mission" website. "Mission" sells hunting gear that every hunter can use. Seventy percent of the proceeds from the sales of this gear go to fund efforts to stop the tragedy in Moldova; thus allowing all hunters to "hunt on purpose".
I mentioned that this morning was different. As the big Tom gobbled on the roost, I thought of Ana. As he made his way through the Alabama woods I prayed this hunt would all come together and maybe help her in some small way. I also thought of the memories I've shared with my buddies this season. Shortly after, the old Tom came to the decoys as if he were on a string. It was at that moment I introduced him to #6 Winchester Supreme Elite Turkey Load. To top it all off, this experience was all captured on video with my buddies.
The Word: The writer of Ecclesiastes was one of the smartest men the world has ever known, King Solomon. In his wisdom I believe Solomon understood the power of brotherhood. He wrote "For two are better than one because they have a good return on their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls where there is not another to pick him up." (Ecclesiastes 4:9-11).
Field Tip: Go to Mission Facebook Page and the Mission Website. There you'll find a plethora of tips and tactics for Spring Turkey Season. You'll also find out how to "hunt on purpose". Together with you we can make a difference. Together we can "hunt on purpose."
Making Him known,
A Ricky Bobby Frame of Mind
by Time Smith
The Story: As I write this Field Tip, I'm in a NASCAR mode. The racing season was officially kicked off last week and we were all treated to one of the craziest Daytona 500's ever. After the race, I started pondering what it would actually be like if Tim Smith was a NASCAR driver. No doubt it'd be AWESOME! I'm pretty sure my day would go something like this...
Me and ol' June bug (i.e. Dale Jr.) would be 1 and 2 on the pole (I'd be 1st of course). As soon as that green flag dropped, I'd be "boogity, boogity, boogity" "checkers or wreckers baby". After several laps, I'd tell my crew chief "it's a little tight in center" not really knowing what that meant but wanting to sound all "official" on the radio. After tweeting all of my fans during a red flag stop (which would be caused by a jet dryer and a racecar) we'd go green, white, checkers. In turn four of the final lap, I'd gently spin Kurt Busch out, putting him into the wall in a kind, Christian, loving sort of way. As I crossed the finish line, I'd complete my victory lap with a monumental burn out and do a back flip as I exited the car all the while waving to the Tim Smith Nation (my fans). In victory lane, I'd thank all the boys in the pits and those back at the shop for getting the Primos Game Call, Realtree Outdoors, Winchester Ammunition, Brunton Optics, Mission, Without Excuse, On Target Outdoor Ministries #89 Ford Fusion to "victory lane". I'd wrap up my post race interview with the immortal words of Ricky Bobby himself (i.e. Talladega Nights) -"If You Ain't FIRST--You're LAST."
The Word: Although it sounds kind of funny, I believe many of us have acquired a "Ricky Bobby Frame Of Mind". If you ain't first -you're last. Outdoorsmen are no different. Time and again we pull out every stop and spend countless hours in pursuit of the biggest buck, biggest fish, or biggest you fill in the blank. The problem with this mentality is that being first can easily consume us and become our first priority. Jesus gave us a reality check in Matthew 6 when He stated "its impossible to serve two masters"-you'll end up "devoted to one and despising the other". He also makes it clear what our priority should be in Matthew 22 when He informed us of the greatest commandment. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind."
Field Tip: I often use my time in the woods to connect with God by spending time in His Word. If you haven't done so already, place a small Bible in your turkey vest, day pack or tackle box. If you're tech savvy, there are numerous Bible apps for your smart phone. When you have a break in the action while in the woods or on the water, make it a priority to explore God's heart by spending time in His Word.
Making Him known,
by Tim Smith
The Story: I recently had the honor of attending my very first National Wild Turkey Federation (NWTF) Convention in Nashville at the Opryland Hotel and Convention Center. Can I just say, WOW! It was A-W-E-S-S-O-M-E!
I'll be honest, I was not prepared for what I was about to encounter. As a newcomer to this venue, I had no concept of its magnitude. As I made my entrance onto the convention hall floor, it was there I stood in complete "man" amazement. My senses where overwhelmed at the spectacle that was before me. My eyes gazed upon thousands and thousands of square feet of camo clad "man" things. My ears embraced an angelic symphony of slate, box and mouth calls as they sang the Halleluiah chorus of yelps, purrs and gobbles. My sense of smell was enveloped by the sweet aroma of fried things and bold coffee. Could this be what heaven is like? If so, come sweet Jesus, come.
After several hours and a couple of hundred dollars (...I really hope Dawn, my wife, doesn't read that line), I made my way out of the "Promised Land" and decided to explore the other happenings of the convention. It was then that I found myself completely enthralled in the Head-to-Head GNCC. (For those of you not in the turkey calling know, the GNCC is the Grand National Calling Championship.) Actually, this was also my first time attending a turkey-calling contest. As such, I was a little taken back by what I saw and the fevered intensity of which it was happening.
This leg of the GNCC took place in a dark room that held about a thousand people. The crowd sat as quiet as church mice intently focused on the stage and the callers that make this their home. To make a loud noise or sudden move would be a serious turkey calling contest faux pas. The four elite judges positioned themselves near the stage in a way where they could not see the caller and they could focus their sole attention on the pitch, tone and variation emitted by each caller during the requested call sequence. During this competition, callers competed in pairs and were required to out call their opponent in head-to-head turkey calling combat. I'll just say it--it is at this point I was a little floored. I didn't realize that the grown men in these contests would take on the persona of an ol' Tom Turkey in order to become one with its sounds and thus emit the calls that most resemble this wary bird. At first glance I really just wanted to giggle a little bit. However, I knew that if I did I would quickly be escorted from the room by GNCC Turkey Security. Let me further explain what I saw through an example. Let's say a contestant is called upon by the emcee to perform a cluck and purr sequence. As such, the caller takes on the persona of a turkey that's just out for a Sunday stroll. Most callers start their demonstation by raising one arm and hand that becomes the bird's beak (confused? - Just think of the first part of the chicken dance). At the same time, the contestant moves in the same manner as a turkey moving and bobbing out on a stroll. Can you now picture why I wanted to giggle? This head-to-head routine of turkey deception is repeated for several hours until one man remains and is named the best in land, "THE GRAND NATIONAL CALLING CHAMPION (or GNCC)."
The Word: Satan puts the same kind of serious effort into deceiving us. Many times, most times, he makes things look really good and sound even better. However, those are the things that are likely to make us fall. In turn, just like that ol' Tom, we have to be keenly aware of the deceptions and tactics he uses to bring us down. Colossians 2:8 reminds us to "see to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deception, according to the tradition of men, according to the elementary principles of the world, rather than according to Christ."
Field Tip: If you're like me and nowhere near GNCC status and have a hard time distinguishing between a "kee-kee" and a "cut", have no fear. The NWTF has a web page that can help. Simply go to http://www.nwtf.org/all_about_turkeys/sounds_of_turkeys.html for a little turkey talk low down. Once at the webpage you can listen and then practice these calls in your preparation for the Spring turkey woods. Good luck out there in your pursuit of "Talking Turkey".
Making Him known,
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by Tim Smith
The Story: "Lost-Unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts". Have you ever felt that way? How about at 4:30 in the morning in the middle of the Alabama backwoods? Yours truly did not too long ago-let me explain.
This past December, my good friend Jason Cruise, Founder of the Outdoor Ministry Network and www.TheMissionVision.net came down to our place here in Alabama in order to film a hunt for a project he was working on.
Jason arrived on a Sunday night and the plan was to hit the ground running Monday morning. In turn, I devised a fool proof plan that included being in the perfect spot an hour and a half before daylight Monday morning that would get Jason, his cameraman (me) and our 872 pounds of gear in the tree before first light.
Just as I'd done many times before, I crossed the creek below the double buck hut, went up the big rocky hill and entered the trail next to the big oak. All I had to do was follow the old wash that ran from the top of the ridge to the bottom and the stand would be right there in front of me. Peace of cake-or so I thought.
As I entered the woods, dreams of Big Daddy Sad and his massive rack danced in my head. I knew without a shadow of a doubt this was the stand where Big Daddy would show himself and the death angel would pay Big Sad a visit on this fine morning. All I had to do was get us there. Well friends, as you've probably guessed by now, "there in lies the problem Peter." Ten minutes into this little soirée, I was as lost as a blind goose in a hailstorm and my head was spinning like the latch on an outhouse door. As Jason and I made our way down the "killin' ridge", I began to notice things did not look as familiar as they had in times past. In turn, I swept the area with my flashlight hoping to see something familiar, but as hard as I tried, nothing stuck out. "Awe crap", I thought to myself..."this AIN'T good." Figuring I must have made a
wrong turn, I swallowed my pride and told Jason we needed to back track and make our way back to the top of the ridge. By now I'm sweating like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs because of all the gear I'm lugging and I'm embarrassed beyond belief knowing what Jason must be thinking. After we lug all our gear to the top of the ridge, I tell Jason to stay put and I'll walk down by myself, locate the stand and come back and get him. Wouldn't you know it, this time I walk straight to the stand; I found it! We're back in business. With Jason now in tow (again) I make my way to the bottom of the ridge for the third time, and the feeling hits me (again). I'm off track-"somebody make the bad man stop!" "This can't be happening". As my light begins to wander a bit from left to right, I know my guest has read my mind and I hear him say in a kind, gentle, Christian voice..."Dude, you know you're killing me." Trying to comfort my guest, I assure him we're close...but inside I'm dying a slow painful death. A full ten minutes later, after making enough noise to scare off all animals within a 3-mile radius and more sweat on my part, I stumble across the stand.
The Word: There have been numerous times in my life when I wandered around in the dark. My typical response was to kick down a door and hope that was where I was supposed to go. You guessed it; time and time again I was wrong and even more lost. It was only after I understood and began to apply the words of Psalms 119:105 did I begin to find my way. The Psalmist relayed that God's word (the Bible) was a lamp to his feet and a light to his path. Without God's instruction in his life he was lost.
Alabama at Night!!!
Field Tip: You may recall I had stated I had been to the stand many times before. However, did I mention I had not accessed that stand before daylight? Not a smart move. As you probably well know, things look different in the dark and familiar landmarks aren't so familiar in the dark. So what can we do? There are several items that can help "light your path". One common item is the handheld GPS. Simply input the latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates of your stand and it will navigate you via waypoints right back to your stand on those dark mornings. Another item on the market is a light that attaches to the base of your stand and remotely flashes once a flashlight beam hits the built in sensor. These lights activate once the hunter gets within about 100 yards of his stand. However, the simplest, and in my opinion, the most efficient item is reflective tape or reflective trail tacks. Simply attach these little items to a tree trunk or low hanging limb about every 40 yards and let them "be a lamp to your feet and a light to your path".
Making Him known,
Chink in the Armor
by Tim Smith
You've probably heard someone make reference to a "chink in their armor" but do you know what it really means and how the phrase came about? The phrase came about during the middle ages when warriors would enter the battlefield suited from head to toe in a heavy steel armor. It was this armor that protected them from the most powerful weapons of the period. Any opening, crack or fissure in the armor created a serious vulnerability for the warrior and was known as a "chink".
Every deer hunter goes into the woods in a battle and armor of their own. They battle a deer's greatest asset, their nose. The modern deer hunter's armor includes products like scent eliminating laundry detergent, dryer sheets, soap and shampoo not to mention space age clothing and shoes engineered to stop human scent from hitting the air waves.
This past bow season, it was hot. How hot you ask? It was so hot cows were giving evaporated milk. However, heat is something you just have to put up with if you're going to bowhunt in the south. As such, I suited up for battle one hot afternoon in hopes of defeating my foe, a giant Alabama buck. As I had done time and time again, I donned my full suit of armor (in the form of Scent-Lock). However, as I was about to put on my scent-free, knee-high, rubber boots, a thought crossed my mind. "Tim, do you know how hot your feet are going to get in those rubber boots? Your poor little tootsies may just melt when that hot sun bears down on those boots." So, I decided to just leave on my lighter weight leather boots I always wear around the farm.
Despite the sauna like temps, I had been in the stand for only about an hour when I spotted a tall set of antlers skirting the edge of the field, making their way to my downwind side. Just like most old, smart bucks do, he was making a cursory check before entering. As you've probably already guessed, as he got directly downwind of me his nose went straight into the air. I was busted!! This fellow's nose told him something wasn't quite right and he began to stomp and then walk away. This old boy had found the "chink" in my armor!
The Word: The devil is always looking for a "chink" in our spiritual armor. There's no doubt if it's there he'll exploit it. However, the Apostle Paul described the pieces of the armor and how to wear it in order to combat the enemy.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord's people. Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should." Ephesians 6:10-20
I would encourage you as we enter this New Year, to ensure the pieces of armor Paul described are present in your life and eliminate any "chinks" you may have.
Field Tip: As you probably already figured out, those old smelly leather boots were my "chink". As soon as the air molecules from those old nasty boots hit this deer's nose he knew there was a dude sitting in his house. However, for some unknown reason, this deer decided to stop one last time and pause at 34 yards giving me one last opportunity at a shot. Fortunately, my arrow found its mark and I was able to make a decent shot on the deer. However, if I had put on my full armor I believe I would've had an easy shot inside of 20 yards. So, your field tip is this: During bow season you can't afford to take shortcuts, put on the full armor. It's the only chance you have at fooling his nose.
Making Him known,
Field Tips is a light-hearted look at everything outdoors. The stories will make you laugh, the verses from God's Word will inspire you and it'll always provide a "tip" you can take into the deep woods. The best part is you can read it all in under two minutes (even if you're like me and a proud product of the Alabama Public School System).