by Brodie Swisher
There were two days left of bow season in Montana when I arrived back from an archery trade show in Ohio. With one lonely doe tag left in my pocket I made plans to put the final wraps on what has already been a great deer hunting season. After a late night and a lazy start when the alarm went off, I was running behind. I scrambled to grab my gear and shuffled into my cold weather clothes for a chilly morning on the stand. I grabbed an armload of gear, including my video camera, a book, jacket, and pack and hurried out the door. The darkness of night was already leaving the valley as I made the quick drive to my hunting spot. As I got out of the truck I quickly put my treestand safety harness on and began to my pull other gear from the truck. It was a routine I had become familiar with after four months of persistent bowhunting. With my pack on my back and all my gear in place, I leaned back into the truck to grab my bow. The sad part is it wasn’t there. It wasn’t on the back seat where I always placed it, nor was it in the front seat. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as I said to myself, “I forgot my stinkin’ bow!!!” In my excitement and anxiousness for getting back into the treestand, I overlooked what mattered most. And when you pull a stunt like that on a hunt by yourself, there’s no one to blame. It was me. I messed up. I left out the one thing that I needed the most.