November 14, 2025 • 23 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
Welcome to This Country Life. I'm your host, Brent Reeves
from coon hunting to trotlining and just in general country living.
I want you to stay a while as I share
my experiences in life lessons. This Country Life is presented
by Case Knives from the store More Studio on Meat
Eaters Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast that
(00:27):
airways have to offer. All right, friends, grab a chair
or drop that tailgate. I've got some stores to share.
Never give up, but know when to say when. Never
give up great words to live by, and they're usually
(00:49):
easier to say than to practice. I've got two examples
today where never giving up plays out in two different ways.
Now I'm going to tell you about mine, but first
I'm going to tell you about this one. Today's story
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comes from this Country Life listener Dylan Ray. Dylan teaches
world geography and history in Dayton, Texas, the home of
the Dayton Broncos Gold Brocos. A few years ago, Dylan
was pastoring the youth at his church before he became
a teacher, and it was during that time the following
story unfolds. So, in Dylan's words, in my voice, here
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we go. In twenty twenty two, I was working at
a church as a full time youth pastor, which nobody
enters into for the money. So with a wife and
a new born at home, deer meat was an essential
part of our diet, still is today and it's what
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I've raised my girls on. I picked a weekend out
for my dad my grant grand Paul to join me
in the piney woods of East Texas, hunting the strip
of public there that I had been going to for years.
The week of the trip, my boss, the senior pastor,
tells me that that same Sunday, I would be preaching
for the first time in the big church on the
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topic of gratitude, being grateful in all circumstances. This made
me excited, but extremely nervous. I had not yet preached
in a big church. Talking to fifty teenagers on a
Wednesday night seemed like a cake wall compared to a
room of eight hundred grown colts. So I set off
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for the woods with my hunting gear and my laptop
so I could work on the sermon during our downtime.
We would hunt Thursday to Saturday and then come home Sunday.
Today that I'd be preaching the first day and a
half was very unproductive on the hunting side of things,
very little deer movement, warm temperatures in late November, and
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I spent most of the hunt working on my sermon
notes and the trees dead. The deer woods provide the
best atmosphere for writing sermons. In my opinion. It was
a simple message, be grateful in all circumstances, no matter
what's going on, find a reason to be thankful. The
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primary verse to be used a psalm on eighteen This
is the day that the Lord has made, and I
will rejoice and be glad in it. Now. On the
second evening, we were there with about thirty minutes of
light left. I paused my sermon right and then focused
on searching for the reason I was out there a deer.
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Suddenly I spotted the large body deer walking through the timber.
It was most likely a mainframe ten point, but he
was missing most of his right side. However, meat was
the primary reason for being out there, and this was
a large deer, so to me he was a shooter.
I gave him my whistle. I made an eighty yard
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shot with my two seventy and it felt good when
he ran. He did the old nose dive run and
went into the thickest line of pine trees and cedars
I'd ever seen, and he hit it so hard I
hurt him crash deep in the thicket. I climbed down.
I called my wife and let my dad know that
I got a buck on the ground. Dad and Papaul
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were sitting there, so I decided that I would do
the tracking and gutting on my own. To my surprise,
when I walked up to where he was standing when
I shot him, I could not find one speck of blood.
I searched a spot where he was standing for maybe
thirty minutes, still no blood. I got back in my
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tree several times to replay the shot to make sure
where he was standing when I pulled the trigger. Still
no sign of blood. At this point, I'm getting frustrated
because I know I should not enter that p and
think it without a decent blood trail. I also know
I made a good hit and this deer should be
dead somewhere, but I cannot find the blood trail. As
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it gets darker, I'm getting more upset. Even go to
the last place I saw that deer before we went
in that thicket, thinking somewhere there has to be some
blood on the cedar branches, but still I find nothing.
At this point I realized I have also managed to
leave my flashlight and my head lamp back in the truck.
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So now it's even more concerning. This daylight is fading.
All I have is my cell phone, and I still
cannot find blood. This thing that he went into is
so dense when you walk in at that time of day,
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it's practically dark in there. I knew if I couldn't
find blood before dark, my dad and granddad wouldn't be
able to help me find this deer. With no trail
or sign of blood, it would be nearly impossible to
find him. Called my wife and I gave her an update,
and immediately she could tell I was upset. I've shot
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this deer and I'm sure it was a good hit,
but for some odd reason, there's no sign of it.
Rather than feeling sorry for me, she listens to my
complaints and then asked, what are you preaching about on Sunday? Well,
the question threw me off. I didn't even respond. I'm
telling her, Hey, this is serious. I may not find
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this deer. This trip is ruined. She responds with, what
are you preaching about on Sunday? What is the first?
Confused to annoy it? I said, Psalm one eighteen. Why
she asked me to recite it? I do. This is
the day the Lord has made. She said, No, that's
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not all. Go on, I will rejoice and be glad
in it. She says, I'm going to hang up now,
you need to pray and take five minutes and think
about being grateful. Then she hung up on me. Now
I'm even more frustrated, and some of it it's with
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her here. I am about to lose a big deer,
and she's preaching in me. I'm the preacher. I go
back to the clearing and I take off all my
extra gear, even lay my gun against a tree. And
though I am frustrated, I take a deep breath and
then I pray a prayer and I will never forget.
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I simply said, Lord, today is the day you've made.
I choose to rejoice. I'm thankful for just being out
here and the opportunity you just gave me. But I
will be sick if I cannot find this deer. So
I ask you to help me find it. You can
help me find them in that thicket without a blood trail.
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But even if you don't, I will be grateful today.
Now with that, I turned back to that thicket and
I went right in where I saw him go. Now
I'm having to crawl to get through the cedar bushes,
and the brush is so thick. At this point, it's
dark in the thicket, so all I have is my
cell phone light. And as I'm crawling, I'm coming up
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on deer trails that go from left to right, here
and there and backwards and forwards, still so thick that
I have to stay hunched down. I can maneuver it
through these deer lanes just a little easier. Now. I
don't know why I would take a left on this
trail and then take a right on that trail, but
I kept saying those words, Lord, take me to him,
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Take me to him. Lord. I still ain't found blood,
even on my hands and knees. I noticed that the
ground seems to be going uphill, so I push in
that direction, thinking maybe it will open up, but I
can get a better vantage point. I kept mouthing those words, Lord,
take me to him, Take me to him. Finally I
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get to a point in the thicket where I can stand.
I go to push towards my right through these thickets,
and I come around this big thick cedar tree and
my foot hit something hard and almost trip. I looked
down and I'm standing over him. I found that deer
seventy five yards deep in that thicket, without a speck
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of blood. The bullet had lodged in his opposite shoulder,
did not leave an exit wound, hence the lack of blood.
But I double lugged him, and it was a fatal shot,
just like I knew it was. He was such a
big deer he was able to make it that far now.
The moment I saw him, I got emotional and I
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literally was shaken. I couldn't speak. All I could say
is this is the day the Lord has made. I
will rejoice and be glad in it. We got him
loaded up and out of there, and the next day
I traveled home and had more than enough notes prepared
for my sermon that Sunday. By the time I went
up to speak, I was hardly nervous at all, but
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rather excited to share just how grateful I was, even
in what started to look like a bad circumstance and
according to Dylan Ray, that's just how that happened. Dylan
went on to say that he hopes this story encourages
us to one never give up when you were certain
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you made a good shot, and to be thankful in
all circumstances. It's a blessing we're able to do this.
It's a blessing even being out there. We cannot afford
to ever lose sight of that, well, said Dylan. I agree,
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and keeping with the theme, our friend Delan so eloquently
started us on. Let me tell y'all about the last
two weeks I spent bow hunting up in the show
Me State. Well, they showed me, all right, they showed
me that they don't care where I work, or that
while hunting is kind of my job, killing, ain't. I
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got access to some new property, and man is it's sweet.
Zero hunting pressure for quite a while, and a working
farm growing victles that dear love to Monty on, this
is gonna be like shooting deer at the barrel. Now,
I ain't that crazy to actually think it's gonna be
that easy. But I didn't think it was gonna be
that hard either. I'd gotten the layer of the lamb
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pretty squared away from back there in Turkey season, even
though I didn't walk but maybe twenty percent of what
I'd be hunting, I could see just about all of
it from the high ground on the north end of
the property. The rest of it I'd use all next
to do my scouting and determined element ridges and any
questions I had, the landowner would answer for them. He
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also showed me some creek crossings and took me on
a property line tour. From there, I was on my own,
which is just how I like it. It's all part
of the game and the process of figuring out where
to go and when to go. Sell Cameras are good
and to me, I enjoy using them and watching what's
happening when I ain't there, But I don't live and
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die by them. But I think they're a great tool
to keeping the toolbox. To me, there's a lot of
tools that are in there, just like my regular toolbox.
You can't build or fix everything with just a hammer
or just a socket set, and that ten millimeters socket
is always missing anyway. It takes a whole box of
tools to get the job done. Knowing the land is
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first and foremost, and everything else is secondary as much
fun as figuring out where to put out a camera.
It's just as much fun to me to post up
somewhere and wash see what the deer are doing from
a distance. My buddy Jordan Bliss had suggested that after
I showed him a screenshot of that farm and asked
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him if anything stuck out to him about the property.
A friend that those deer inside out and how they
liked a mosy around is another two that comes in handy,
and Jordan is one of those folks. He referenced a
couple of places that I thought would be good, and
that gave me a boost of confidence that what I
was looking at and potentially seeing was what he was
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seeing too. So I held out the first morning and
I didn't go. I waited for that evening and sitting
Numero Uno had me crawling up in an old lean
up stand that I'd seen in the corner of a
field back in the spring. I spied it when I
was putting the old Daniel Boone sneakeroo on a goblin turkey,
one that is still amongst the living, I might add.
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I didn't test it that day, but it looked solid
enough and it had been there so long that the
top brace of that buddy stand had been consumed by
the trunk of that black walnut tree was leaning up against.
I brought a set of climbing sticks in a platform
and had an alternate tree already picked out. Had that
stand been sketchy in any way, I ain't trusting the
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quality or the link to the rest of my life
to convenience or someone else's idea of what's safe and
what ain't. So when I put my foot on the
bottom rung of that ladder, I gave it a good
shake to see what kind of racket I could get
out of it. It was like the rocket Gibraltar. I
tested each rung all the way up and inspected the
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expanded medal of the seat for rust and defects. Nary
a stitch of a loose weld or cracked or we
can frame in any way. I couldn't make it rattle,
And with that I settled into using the seed as
my foot platform and hooked into the tree, using my
saddle as my safety harness. I had a fence row
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running north which was straight away from me, that separated
a pasture on the west side and an alfalfa field
on the east behind me to the south was a
cut corn field. That old stand was basically at a
tea intersection, with the top of the tee a fence
line running east and west separating the three fields. It
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was connected to the north running fentro I just described,
separating the pasture from the alfalfa. That big walnut tree
had seen a lot of time pass as it stood
vigilant watch over the generations of farmers who made their
living work in that land, easily standing posts before June
to seventeenth, eighteen sixty one, when Union and Confederate troops
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kicked up some dust during the Battle of Boonville in
Cooper County, Missouri, a few miles to the north. The
changes in farming technology that occurred just beyond the shade
of that magnificent specimen would be hard to explain to
the native folks that lived there first. And that tree's
diary as it logged the passage of time and events
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that occurred within it sight, I wouldn't even be a footnote,
but here it is the main character of mine. I
think about a lot of things like that when I'm
sitting in the woods looking for deer and not seeing
any like? Why aren't I seeing any deer? What a
stupid song to be stuck in my head? Why is
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that song in my head? Of all the songs I know,
why is that one I don't even know all the
words to playing on repeat? This has got to be
some kind of record. I wish I'd started counting how
many times I've heard this song in my head since
I got in this tree? Where are the deer? Why
am I humming this stupid song? Now? I think I
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hear the theme from Star Wars being played on a trumpet. Wait,
that's for real, who's playing a trumpet? It's faint, but
that's exactly what I'm hearing. The wind was blowing from
the farmer's house toward where I was sitting. I guess
one of his kids plays in the band. It didn't
sound that bad. Actually, it was really pretty good, and
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it wasn't hurting the thing. I'm sure it was a
daily event, and I figured, if deer can get accustomed
to the routines of the sounds of machinery and tractors,
why not trumpets. Two thirty minutes said to Star Wars
a New Hope soundtrack, The deer started showing up totally
unconcerned with the John Williams masterpiece floating across the alfalfa.
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Three dough deer tried it into view as if they
were playing baseball, and that trumpet solo was their walk
up music. There was forty five minutes a daylight left
in set number one, and the deer started tricking in
from every direction, but right in front of I watched
three dose turn into seven, and then a nice buck
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walked in with his nose on the ground. Then, as
he made his way toward one of the first deer
that had entered the field, a bigger buck filtered in
with his head low and trotting toward the first buck.
They squared up like Obi Wan and Darth Vader in
the center of that alfalfa field and started duking it out,
complete with their own action music. They were one hundred
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and fifty yards away, and I had the best balcony
seat in the theater. Smaller of the two was amid
one thirties eight point. The big buck would have easily
made one fifty, but he was missing the whole right
side of his antlers. He was that big, heavy horned
five by zero. They had both earned a pass from me.
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The deer with a complete set was young, and he
would be bigger next year, and the buck with half
a rack could be tremendously larger. That's what it takes
to shoot the big one time. It's fun to watch anyway.
In five minutes before dark, the music stopped and the
deer were moving off in different directions. The three original
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does had jumped the fence within thirty yards of where
I was pursing that tree, and I ain't goed closer
to where I stood. With each step, I looked back
to see that eight point making his way toward the
same path, and suddenly my standards came into question. I
looked at him hard, and I could see he was
a young deer as he ambled along, dropping his head
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every few steps to sniff the ground, while never taking
his eyes off one dough in particular. I don't want
to shoot this deer. I know there are bigger ones here,
and I fought the initial temptation to pick up my bow,
and I just relaxed to watch whatever was going to
take place. And for another twenty minutes, that buck chased
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that dough all around in front of me. I stayed
in the tree almost an hour past dark, giving them
time to move off before I made my descent. Went
back to my friend's house. That would be the highlight
of the whole week a bow hunt. I came home,
I got some work done, and I went back. A
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week later, thinking the deer would be moving better. I
hunted that same spot and I grunted it in a
very similar size, but older butt within eighty yards. One morning,
I had him on a rope until he saw a
dough in a cut corn behind us and took off.
After I posted a camera on a completely different property
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where there was a ton of fresh sigh and caught
good deer coming through late at night. I gambled and
I moved to that spot, and on the morning of
day three of hunting that place nearly all day every day,
I had a huge buck underneath me at five yards,
but it was too dark to take a shot. I
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was at full draw and couldn't see the pins on
my sight. I watched his silhouette move away, toting that
big wreck of horns with him, Hoping against hope I'd
to catch him coming back through another time, but that
would be the last time I had a big enough
buck to shoot within range. The big ones were pretty
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well locked down the last two days I was there,
which made for some long days in the woods. Two
of those days were on the hills of that big
cold front that brought all the wind and the frigid temperatures.
Perfect storm you wait for, where big bucks jump up
and look for you to stand at broadside in front
of giving you the perfect shot. Yeah, none of that happened.
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It really never happens, but there's always hope that it will,
and one day it might, but probably not. You never know.
That was my Missouri bot season in a nutshell, all
the ups and downs of the hunt itself, and when
I reached my limit, I packed up and I headed
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home with an empty ice chest, an unpunched tag, and
I whooped behind and another wonderful chapter of spending time
with the community of folks that I love just like family.
They are my family, and that circle gets a little
bigger each and every year. But I didn't give up.
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I'm just observant enough to know that with my other
responsibilities looming, there comes a time when you have to
call it quits. Thank y'all so much for listening to
all of us and sending in your stories to me
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but nothing rhymes with world's greatest sound engineer. Anyway. We
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really enjoy reading them, and we read every one of them.
You can send them to my tcl story at the
media dot com until next week. This is Brent Reeves
signing off. Y'all be careful.
Welcome to This Country Life. I'm your host, Brent Reeves
from coon hunting to trotlining and just in general country living.
I want you to stay a while as I share
my experiences in life lessons. This Country Life is presented
by Case Knives from the store More Studio on Meat
Eaters Podcast Network, bringing you the best outdoor podcast that
(00:27):
airways have to offer. All right, friends, grab a chair
or drop that tailgate. I've got some stores to share.
Never give up, but know when to say when. Never
give up great words to live by, and they're usually
(00:49):
easier to say than to practice. I've got two examples
today where never giving up plays out in two different ways.
Now I'm going to tell you about mine, but first
I'm going to tell you about this one. Today's story
(01:09):
comes from this Country Life listener Dylan Ray. Dylan teaches
world geography and history in Dayton, Texas, the home of
the Dayton Broncos Gold Brocos. A few years ago, Dylan
was pastoring the youth at his church before he became
a teacher, and it was during that time the following
story unfolds. So, in Dylan's words, in my voice, here
(01:34):
we go. In twenty twenty two, I was working at
a church as a full time youth pastor, which nobody
enters into for the money. So with a wife and
a new born at home, deer meat was an essential
part of our diet, still is today and it's what
(01:55):
I've raised my girls on. I picked a weekend out
for my dad my grant grand Paul to join me
in the piney woods of East Texas, hunting the strip
of public there that I had been going to for years.
The week of the trip, my boss, the senior pastor,
tells me that that same Sunday, I would be preaching
for the first time in the big church on the
(02:17):
topic of gratitude, being grateful in all circumstances. This made
me excited, but extremely nervous. I had not yet preached
in a big church. Talking to fifty teenagers on a
Wednesday night seemed like a cake wall compared to a
room of eight hundred grown colts. So I set off
(02:38):
for the woods with my hunting gear and my laptop
so I could work on the sermon during our downtime.
We would hunt Thursday to Saturday and then come home Sunday.
Today that I'd be preaching the first day and a
half was very unproductive on the hunting side of things,
very little deer movement, warm temperatures in late November, and
(02:59):
I spent most of the hunt working on my sermon
notes and the trees dead. The deer woods provide the
best atmosphere for writing sermons. In my opinion. It was
a simple message, be grateful in all circumstances, no matter
what's going on, find a reason to be thankful. The
(03:19):
primary verse to be used a psalm on eighteen This
is the day that the Lord has made, and I
will rejoice and be glad in it. Now. On the
second evening, we were there with about thirty minutes of
light left. I paused my sermon right and then focused
on searching for the reason I was out there a deer.
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Suddenly I spotted the large body deer walking through the timber.
It was most likely a mainframe ten point, but he
was missing most of his right side. However, meat was
the primary reason for being out there, and this was
a large deer, so to me he was a shooter.
I gave him my whistle. I made an eighty yard
(04:04):
shot with my two seventy and it felt good when
he ran. He did the old nose dive run and
went into the thickest line of pine trees and cedars
I'd ever seen, and he hit it so hard I
hurt him crash deep in the thicket. I climbed down.
I called my wife and let my dad know that
I got a buck on the ground. Dad and Papaul
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were sitting there, so I decided that I would do
the tracking and gutting on my own. To my surprise,
when I walked up to where he was standing when
I shot him, I could not find one speck of blood.
I searched a spot where he was standing for maybe
thirty minutes, still no blood. I got back in my
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tree several times to replay the shot to make sure
where he was standing when I pulled the trigger. Still
no sign of blood. At this point, I'm getting frustrated
because I know I should not enter that p and
think it without a decent blood trail. I also know
I made a good hit and this deer should be
dead somewhere, but I cannot find the blood trail. As
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it gets darker, I'm getting more upset. Even go to
the last place I saw that deer before we went
in that thicket, thinking somewhere there has to be some
blood on the cedar branches, but still I find nothing.
At this point I realized I have also managed to
leave my flashlight and my head lamp back in the truck.
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So now it's even more concerning. This daylight is fading.
All I have is my cell phone, and I still
cannot find blood. This thing that he went into is
so dense when you walk in at that time of day,
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it's practically dark in there. I knew if I couldn't
find blood before dark, my dad and granddad wouldn't be
able to help me find this deer. With no trail
or sign of blood, it would be nearly impossible to
find him. Called my wife and I gave her an update,
and immediately she could tell I was upset. I've shot
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this deer and I'm sure it was a good hit,
but for some odd reason, there's no sign of it.
Rather than feeling sorry for me, she listens to my
complaints and then asked, what are you preaching about on Sunday? Well,
the question threw me off. I didn't even respond. I'm
telling her, Hey, this is serious. I may not find
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this deer. This trip is ruined. She responds with, what
are you preaching about on Sunday? What is the first?
Confused to annoy it? I said, Psalm one eighteen. Why
she asked me to recite it? I do. This is
the day the Lord has made. She said, No, that's
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not all. Go on, I will rejoice and be glad
in it. She says, I'm going to hang up now,
you need to pray and take five minutes and think
about being grateful. Then she hung up on me. Now
I'm even more frustrated, and some of it it's with
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her here. I am about to lose a big deer,
and she's preaching in me. I'm the preacher. I go
back to the clearing and I take off all my
extra gear, even lay my gun against a tree. And
though I am frustrated, I take a deep breath and
then I pray a prayer and I will never forget.
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I simply said, Lord, today is the day you've made.
I choose to rejoice. I'm thankful for just being out
here and the opportunity you just gave me. But I
will be sick if I cannot find this deer. So
I ask you to help me find it. You can
help me find them in that thicket without a blood trail.
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But even if you don't, I will be grateful today.
Now with that, I turned back to that thicket and
I went right in where I saw him go. Now
I'm having to crawl to get through the cedar bushes,
and the brush is so thick. At this point, it's
dark in the thicket, so all I have is my
cell phone light. And as I'm crawling, I'm coming up
(08:25):
on deer trails that go from left to right, here
and there and backwards and forwards, still so thick that
I have to stay hunched down. I can maneuver it
through these deer lanes just a little easier. Now. I
don't know why I would take a left on this
trail and then take a right on that trail, but
I kept saying those words, Lord, take me to him,
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Take me to him. Lord. I still ain't found blood,
even on my hands and knees. I noticed that the
ground seems to be going uphill, so I push in
that direction, thinking maybe it will open up, but I
can get a better vantage point. I kept mouthing those words, Lord,
take me to him, Take me to him. Finally I
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get to a point in the thicket where I can stand.
I go to push towards my right through these thickets,
and I come around this big thick cedar tree and
my foot hit something hard and almost trip. I looked
down and I'm standing over him. I found that deer
seventy five yards deep in that thicket, without a speck
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of blood. The bullet had lodged in his opposite shoulder,
did not leave an exit wound, hence the lack of blood.
But I double lugged him, and it was a fatal shot,
just like I knew it was. He was such a
big deer he was able to make it that far now.
The moment I saw him, I got emotional and I
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literally was shaken. I couldn't speak. All I could say
is this is the day the Lord has made. I
will rejoice and be glad in it. We got him
loaded up and out of there, and the next day
I traveled home and had more than enough notes prepared
for my sermon that Sunday. By the time I went
up to speak, I was hardly nervous at all, but
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rather excited to share just how grateful I was, even
in what started to look like a bad circumstance and
according to Dylan Ray, that's just how that happened. Dylan
went on to say that he hopes this story encourages
us to one never give up when you were certain
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you made a good shot, and to be thankful in
all circumstances. It's a blessing we're able to do this.
It's a blessing even being out there. We cannot afford
to ever lose sight of that, well, said Dylan. I agree,
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and keeping with the theme, our friend Delan so eloquently
started us on. Let me tell y'all about the last
two weeks I spent bow hunting up in the show
Me State. Well, they showed me, all right, they showed
me that they don't care where I work, or that
while hunting is kind of my job, killing, ain't. I
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got access to some new property, and man is it's sweet.
Zero hunting pressure for quite a while, and a working
farm growing victles that dear love to Monty on, this
is gonna be like shooting deer at the barrel. Now,
I ain't that crazy to actually think it's gonna be
that easy. But I didn't think it was gonna be
that hard either. I'd gotten the layer of the lamb
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pretty squared away from back there in Turkey season, even
though I didn't walk but maybe twenty percent of what
I'd be hunting, I could see just about all of
it from the high ground on the north end of
the property. The rest of it I'd use all next
to do my scouting and determined element ridges and any
questions I had, the landowner would answer for them. He
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also showed me some creek crossings and took me on
a property line tour. From there, I was on my own,
which is just how I like it. It's all part
of the game and the process of figuring out where
to go and when to go. Sell Cameras are good
and to me, I enjoy using them and watching what's
happening when I ain't there, But I don't live and
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die by them. But I think they're a great tool
to keeping the toolbox. To me, there's a lot of
tools that are in there, just like my regular toolbox.
You can't build or fix everything with just a hammer
or just a socket set, and that ten millimeters socket
is always missing anyway. It takes a whole box of
tools to get the job done. Knowing the land is
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first and foremost, and everything else is secondary as much
fun as figuring out where to put out a camera.
It's just as much fun to me to post up
somewhere and wash see what the deer are doing from
a distance. My buddy Jordan Bliss had suggested that after
I showed him a screenshot of that farm and asked
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him if anything stuck out to him about the property.
A friend that those deer inside out and how they
liked a mosy around is another two that comes in handy,
and Jordan is one of those folks. He referenced a
couple of places that I thought would be good, and
that gave me a boost of confidence that what I
was looking at and potentially seeing was what he was
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seeing too. So I held out the first morning and
I didn't go. I waited for that evening and sitting
Numero Uno had me crawling up in an old lean
up stand that I'd seen in the corner of a
field back in the spring. I spied it when I
was putting the old Daniel Boone sneakeroo on a goblin turkey,
one that is still amongst the living, I might add.
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I didn't test it that day, but it looked solid
enough and it had been there so long that the
top brace of that buddy stand had been consumed by
the trunk of that black walnut tree was leaning up against.
I brought a set of climbing sticks in a platform
and had an alternate tree already picked out. Had that
stand been sketchy in any way, I ain't trusting the
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quality or the link to the rest of my life
to convenience or someone else's idea of what's safe and
what ain't. So when I put my foot on the
bottom rung of that ladder, I gave it a good
shake to see what kind of racket I could get
out of it. It was like the rocket Gibraltar. I
tested each rung all the way up and inspected the
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expanded medal of the seat for rust and defects. Nary
a stitch of a loose weld or cracked or we
can frame in any way. I couldn't make it rattle,
And with that I settled into using the seed as
my foot platform and hooked into the tree, using my
saddle as my safety harness. I had a fence row
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running north which was straight away from me, that separated
a pasture on the west side and an alfalfa field
on the east behind me to the south was a
cut corn field. That old stand was basically at a
tea intersection, with the top of the tee a fence
line running east and west separating the three fields. It
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was connected to the north running fentro I just described,
separating the pasture from the alfalfa. That big walnut tree
had seen a lot of time pass as it stood
vigilant watch over the generations of farmers who made their
living work in that land, easily standing posts before June
to seventeenth, eighteen sixty one, when Union and Confederate troops
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kicked up some dust during the Battle of Boonville in
Cooper County, Missouri, a few miles to the north. The
changes in farming technology that occurred just beyond the shade
of that magnificent specimen would be hard to explain to
the native folks that lived there first. And that tree's
diary as it logged the passage of time and events
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that occurred within it sight, I wouldn't even be a footnote,
but here it is the main character of mine. I
think about a lot of things like that when I'm
sitting in the woods looking for deer and not seeing
any like? Why aren't I seeing any deer? What a
stupid song to be stuck in my head? Why is
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that song in my head? Of all the songs I know,
why is that one I don't even know all the
words to playing on repeat? This has got to be
some kind of record. I wish I'd started counting how
many times I've heard this song in my head since
I got in this tree? Where are the deer? Why
am I humming this stupid song? Now? I think I
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hear the theme from Star Wars being played on a trumpet. Wait,
that's for real, who's playing a trumpet? It's faint, but
that's exactly what I'm hearing. The wind was blowing from
the farmer's house toward where I was sitting. I guess
one of his kids plays in the band. It didn't
sound that bad. Actually, it was really pretty good, and
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it wasn't hurting the thing. I'm sure it was a
daily event, and I figured, if deer can get accustomed
to the routines of the sounds of machinery and tractors,
why not trumpets. Two thirty minutes said to Star Wars
a New Hope soundtrack, The deer started showing up totally
unconcerned with the John Williams masterpiece floating across the alfalfa.
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Three dough deer tried it into view as if they
were playing baseball, and that trumpet solo was their walk
up music. There was forty five minutes a daylight left
in set number one, and the deer started tricking in
from every direction, but right in front of I watched
three dose turn into seven, and then a nice buck
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walked in with his nose on the ground. Then, as
he made his way toward one of the first deer
that had entered the field, a bigger buck filtered in
with his head low and trotting toward the first buck.
They squared up like Obi Wan and Darth Vader in
the center of that alfalfa field and started duking it out,
complete with their own action music. They were one hundred
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and fifty yards away, and I had the best balcony
seat in the theater. Smaller of the two was amid
one thirties eight point. The big buck would have easily
made one fifty, but he was missing the whole right
side of his antlers. He was that big, heavy horned
five by zero. They had both earned a pass from me.
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The deer with a complete set was young, and he
would be bigger next year, and the buck with half
a rack could be tremendously larger. That's what it takes
to shoot the big one time. It's fun to watch anyway.
In five minutes before dark, the music stopped and the
deer were moving off in different directions. The three original
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does had jumped the fence within thirty yards of where
I was pursing that tree, and I ain't goed closer
to where I stood. With each step, I looked back
to see that eight point making his way toward the
same path, and suddenly my standards came into question. I
looked at him hard, and I could see he was
a young deer as he ambled along, dropping his head
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every few steps to sniff the ground, while never taking
his eyes off one dough in particular. I don't want
to shoot this deer. I know there are bigger ones here,
and I fought the initial temptation to pick up my bow,
and I just relaxed to watch whatever was going to
take place. And for another twenty minutes, that buck chased
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that dough all around in front of me. I stayed
in the tree almost an hour past dark, giving them
time to move off before I made my descent. Went
back to my friend's house. That would be the highlight
of the whole week a bow hunt. I came home,
I got some work done, and I went back. A
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week later, thinking the deer would be moving better. I
hunted that same spot and I grunted it in a
very similar size, but older butt within eighty yards. One morning,
I had him on a rope until he saw a
dough in a cut corn behind us and took off.
After I posted a camera on a completely different property
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where there was a ton of fresh sigh and caught
good deer coming through late at night. I gambled and
I moved to that spot, and on the morning of
day three of hunting that place nearly all day every day,
I had a huge buck underneath me at five yards,
but it was too dark to take a shot. I
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was at full draw and couldn't see the pins on
my sight. I watched his silhouette move away, toting that
big wreck of horns with him, Hoping against hope I'd
to catch him coming back through another time, but that
would be the last time I had a big enough
buck to shoot within range. The big ones were pretty
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well locked down the last two days I was there,
which made for some long days in the woods. Two
of those days were on the hills of that big
cold front that brought all the wind and the frigid temperatures.
Perfect storm you wait for, where big bucks jump up
and look for you to stand at broadside in front
of giving you the perfect shot. Yeah, none of that happened.
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It really never happens, but there's always hope that it will,
and one day it might, but probably not. You never know.
That was my Missouri bot season in a nutshell, all
the ups and downs of the hunt itself, and when
I reached my limit, I packed up and I headed
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home with an empty ice chest, an unpunched tag, and
I whooped behind and another wonderful chapter of spending time
with the community of folks that I love just like family.
They are my family, and that circle gets a little
bigger each and every year. But I didn't give up.
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I'm just observant enough to know that with my other
responsibilities looming, there comes a time when you have to
call it quits. Thank y'all so much for listening to
all of us and sending in your stories to me
and read with the diva. She's really not a diva,
but nothing rhymes with world's greatest sound engineer. Anyway. We
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really enjoy reading them, and we read every one of them.
You can send them to my tcl story at the
media dot com until next week. This is Brent Reeves
signing off. Y'all be careful.
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