Chip, Woman Runs Him, came to the farm for the deer hunt this season. First to hunt with his newly aquired bow, and then to hunt the rifle season. He drove all night and the next morning practiced shooting the arrows with the new broadhead points attached. And oh how that guy could shoot! Thwaaaack....and the arrows entered the target, all neatly around the bullseye....all good kill shots! The man was ready for the hunt!
The next morning, the two new Colorado bow hunters rose and went to the Howard Johnsons Blind. Woman Runs Him sat on the deck as Once Was a Man sat inside the blind armed with his camera. Once Was a Man had already missed his big buck, it was his brother's turn at the bow!
The beauty there just south of the Briar Patch is something to behold in the Kansas Morning....looking closely in the trees to the east you could see the turkeys in their tree roosts!
As the morning sun brightened the sky, our archer sat on the deck and watched as does passed by, all within easy reach of his deadly shot. But our hunter wanted the buck so he waited and waited. It was late afternoon when his luck finally took a turn. There he came...the buck...moving down the draw...in the trees...but coming toward our hunter. Like Appollo, the Greek God, our archer stood, poised to make the perfect shot. He drew back his bow and lined his arrow toward its mark. With camera pointed, Once was a man waited...and waited...and waited....but no arrow sprang forth.
The buck turned and walked away...our archer, like a statue stood...bow raised...bow string pulled back and touching his cheek as he looked down the shaft of the arrow...still trying to fing the peep hole in his sights! And when he finally found the picture of the buck in his sights...all he saw was the back end of the buck!
Buck fever can take a man quickly, leaving even the simplest of tasks that are taken for granted lost in the moment. Slowly our hunter released the string on his bow to the rest position. The look of a greek god was gone and replaced by the look of a gothic gargoyle!
But unbelievably, the buck turned around and came back! Our hunter sprang into position, no time to waste...the buck was broadside...he drew back his bow and...................pfffffft........the arrow left his bow like someone had just peed it over the edge of the deck! How could this be? The buck looked up, confused....what was that? He looked toward the blind and perhaps could hear the muffled laugh of Once Was a Man! Our hunter had quickly ducked and loaded another arrow...yes...he had goofed and hit the release trigger while drawing back his bow string...but perhaps there was time!
The buck however figured it was time to leave and turned and walked toward the blind!
Our hunter sprang back into action, this time worrying not if he was sighted...a shot had to be made and quickly or the buck would soon realize his situation and run for cover! Our hunter stood up and quickly drew back his bow string..........pfffffft went his arrow.....just over the edge of the blind and lifelessly to the ground below. He had hit the release as he had drawn back his bow again! The buck, oblivious to it all...slowly walked toward the north and disappeared. Both hunters now were in fits of laughter.....with pauses interupted by spasms of surpressed laughter. They realized that this days hunt was over...it was not meant to be. They had bothed "passed the buck" and could only laugh at their missed opportunities. The rifle season would come and things would be different....or so Once Was a Man thought.....!
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