Bowhunting Equipment

BOWHUNTING GEAR


And never once had he been with a doe, even though this strip of pinon and juniper woods was jumping with mule deer. At noon I walked out to my truck and drove home.It had been another good morning's bowhunt. Before daylight and for what seemed a long while after, I had shivered in the night's leftover cold, waiting for a lazy autumn sun to wake to its task and warm my painted face. By and by came a third doe, this one with a fawn. Camouflaged to dissolve into my surroundings, I felt, and was, almost invisible. Foreign subs: 1 year, $18.00. He leaped straight up and landed with his little legs pumping. I didn't bag my winter's wild meat, but I did sit for six quiet hours observing nature. I had chuckled at a chipmunk's frantic gyrations and marked the ponderous progress of a box turtle across the sandy soil. I had watched a swarm of crows harass a great horned owl trying for a nap in a cottonwood snag close by, the owl remaining insouciant through it all. I had watched undetected as several deer fed nearby, even counting coup on a small. I'd been crossing paths with him for a couple of weekends, he sometimes feeding so near my hiding place that I had to wonder if I cann't reach out and touch him. In order to survive to adulthood he'd have to learn a few things about lurking danger and its avoidance. It was early morning and there I was again, rumped down on a log in my makeshift ground blind in the pinon and juniper, peering through a low screen of cut sage arranged in an arc in front of me. It was midmorning before the orphan finally came poking along, unwary as always. Just after daylight two does materialized and began feeding toward me, cautious, one's head always up and watching while the other dipped for a nip of green. Ma or no, I figured, the fawn will probably make it through the coming winter, this being prime river bottom habitat—sheltered from cold winds and snow, rich in browse.But lordy, was he ever naive. My back was pressed into a clump of mountain mahogany. Olympic archery team and enthusiastic bowhunter, draws on a practice target. September/October 1984 It was the "ho... That is still a $5 savings off the regular price of $19.95! When I saw that he wasn't going to wander quite close enough to touch hand to fur, I jumped up, reached out and swatted his rump with the tip of my bow.