Today is the first day of Virginia's Urban Archery Season, so I went hunting in Roanoke County on a parcel where I have permission. I have hunted this property a number of times before, and the landowner has asked me to park in one of two places, either by a fence line or next to the barn.
So with high hopes of bringing home a doe, I arrived at the property well before sunrise. I drove up the lane, unhooked the gate, drove through re-hooked it, and headed toward the barn where I prefer to park. The barn is only 200 hundred yards from the gate and a "straight shoot."
Yet somehow I became confused in the dark, bumbled off the track, and couldn't find the barn. Finally, I re-found the lane, located the barn, and scrambled out of my vehicle with the landscape beginning to lighten.
I then scooted toward the woodlot, some 300 yards distant, found my tree stand, climbed the steps, secured my safety harness, and hand-lined up my bow. Breathing hard, I noted that dawn had arrived.
Five minutes later at the early stages of shooting light, a doe appeared, and I arrowed her at 6:48. And after arriving home, Elaine and I spent much of the next three hours, with help from our son-in-law David, butchering the first deer of the season. I was angry with myself for my nocturnal confusion, but as the proverb states..."sometimes it is better to be lucky than good." I did not do a good job as a deer hunter today, but I was very fortunate to tag a doe.