'Getting the Lucky Part Right'.

'Getting the Lucky Part Right'.tick tack toe and hang man on the inside walls of the
stand. Of coarse all hang man words must be hunting
As with most worthwhile endeavors, success onlyrelated. Chase always gets me with past tense prizes
shows itself after meticulous preparation, untoldlike 'killed' 'hunted' and 'scoped'. We took turns 'resting
hours of training and a bit of luck. Last night, as myour eyes' as the other glassed the 15-acre field. Night
nine-year-old Chase knelt beside his first deer, I wassettled across the tree line and the breeze calmed to
thinking that at least we got the luck part right.a few welcome puffs as the crickets began their
It was a warm afternoon with that kind of brightchatter and song for us.
squinty sunlight that makes a fall day feel like noShooting light is a fleeting thing. You know it is leaving
other. Our plan was to leave the house about 2:00and departure cannot be delayed. But this evening
pm but a late afternoon nap got in the way. Aroundwas different. In the time between light and dark,
3:30 p.m. we threw our gear in the back of the truck,time stood still for Chase's first deer to step into the
(it's always packed and ready to go this time offield. Standing tall with ears forward, the doe scanned
year) and headed to the local Chevron A.K.A. "Thethe darkening field for danger. Sensing safety she led
Blue Store" for some jerky and a couple or A&Wthree other doe into the field, unaware that her fate
root beers in the glass bottle. (Chase is convincedwould forever be tied to my youngest son's fondest
that the glass makes the root beer taste colder).hunting memory. Like magic, appearing and
Once provisioned, a short drive to LaRue had usdisappearing from view the four deer crossed the
arriving at our lease around 4:15. That's at least 2field, passing briefly in front of an enormous oak to
hours too late in my opinion but to be honest, it'seat a few newly fallen acorns.
more about time with my youngest than hunting.I left the view from my binoculars and glanced at
A couple of open fields, an old logging road and weChase as the deer found their way to 100 yards
were with in half-mile walking distance of our favoritedirectly in front of us. As I began to whisper
stand. It's an old elevated 4 by 4 that we clearedinstructions I realized that Chase had with out a
the red wasp out of and rescued from a field ofsound picked up the .270 and had it steadied on the
goat weed and bull nettles. Three weekends, $60 towindowsill. As I went back to my glasses, I saw all
Loews and three cans of spray paint and we had afour deer. One doe was the obvious choice to me
stand that little boys and 45-year-old hunters dreambut to a 9 year old it might have been difficult to
about. Staying in the dark shade of a tree line, wechoose wisely and be decisive. With only the words,
slinked our way to the stand well aware of our"I see her" Chase clicked off the safety with out
lateness. I guess luck was with us because the onlyleaving the scope and squeezed off a shot. The doe
creatures we disturbed were the large rust coloreddropped in her tracks, taken by a dead perfect shot
spiders that had begun to build their webs in thethrough the heart.
evening shade. Chase and I both marvel at theseI will never forget the smile on Chase's face and the
spiders but after having walked face first intomoment when he knew he could achieve what ever
several, they make me a bit skittish, (especially in thehe set his mind to. We love to hunt but hunting
dark!).together is what we love to do most. I am the
After climbing up and into our custom camo shack,luckiest Dad in Texas today.
we got ourselves settled and had a few games of