It was just after daybreak. I had watched her for about 30
minutes in the dark as she worked her way across the field. She was both beautiful and dangerous. In
fact, if you think about it, most things in nature share those two attributes.
Mount Everest is one example. The largest mountain in the
world has enticed many a climber with her glorious beauty. She is also a
killer. Nearly everyone that has ventured to the summit has come back with
either parts of their bodies missing and damaged through frostbite or falls or
parts of their soul grieving for the bodies they spot on the way to or from the
peak. It is too dangerous to return the fallen, so the climbers that did not
make lay scattered throughout the mountain. Having made authors such as Jon
Krakauer and Anatoli Boukreev famous with their stories of Everest’s ferocity,
it still isn’t close to causing the death, destruction, and disease of the
beast that was in front of me.
Niagara with all her history and splendidness is also a
devout widow-maker. She has power that few things or places on this world could
ever compare to. Many times you can visit something that is regarded as larger
than life and then once you get there you realize “wow, it’s not nearly as
impressive as I thought it was.” Not Niagara Falls. It actually is beyond what
you can imagine. The force of the water slapping the rocks below, the spray
that results towering higher than any building it is very impressive. From
miles away the sound and spray can be seen. Many daredevils have ventured down
the river on their way to the drop. Only a few have survived. Yet it still does
not contend with what stood just yards away from me.
Yes, this was the moment. Her kind was scarce just a few
decades ago. Through both management and mismanagement she began to flourish
however. In fact she is so common throughout the state that North Carolina has
allowed unlimited harvest. She destroys landscapes. She decimates food crops.
And during the months of October through December she especially burdensome to
travelers. She fears not the would-be driver and often will head for direct
impact. She also shares parasites, mites, and ticks with both people and pets.
This would be my chance to turn the tables. It had now been
nearly an hour after I first saw her. I was not sure I would get an
opportunity. She walked from left to right out of the swamp, occasionally
pulling up soybeans as she strolled through the field. Patiently I waited. For
some reason she turned. I remained still and steadfast sitting on the lock-on
stand. She made another turn offering my movement to grab my bow without her
noticing. She then turned back toward me once again. I could tell she was
completely unaware of my presence. Her ears twitching away from me and back
toward the swamp gave away her lack of insight. A little closer, that is all I
needed.
Then she walked towards the stand and was only a few yards
away. No clear shot for her vitals, I knew I still had one shot available.
Nearly directly under me I set the sights. With one steady pull the string and
arrow locked in place on the Pearson Stealth II. My right index finger slowly
moved up and over the release trigger. Instinctively, the pin glided to the
intended point of impact and the trigger was grazed.
The spine shot laid down the doe immediately. Thirty seconds
later and another deer would be done.
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