WAB
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I sort of wish that I could concur. My wife has many strengths. Her natural aptitude to hunting unfortunately is not one. When we got married I thought hey, she'll be the best hunting partner ever, we can both get tags and if she is successful or I am successful it doesn't matter as all the animals come back to our home.
First hunt we went on was a either sex mule deer hunt in one of the southern zones of Sask. We both had tags were both young 24 or 25 and I was just starting to care about horns rather than just getting a deer. I was in quite a bit better shape then (definitely lighter) and really gung ho. We started out walking the coulees along the South Saskatchewan (River) and started seeing deer. Everything was great. Suddenly we kicked up a good group of about 15 does with a buck that was definitely a shooter to me. They didn't waste time heading at least into the next coulee. We were off after a slight break. Everything was great. We crossed the coulee and as we slowly crested the ridge to see if they had settled down in this next coulee.
I was pretty focused looking for the group but did eventually notice that my wife was sitting on the ground near me and she was... crying? WTFrick?
"What's the matter?"
"I can't do it" sob sob
"Do what?" I genuinely and stupidly asked.
"Keep up, keep doing this, you've got to slow down!"
Now, sensitive me, now aware of what the problem was dealt with it as any good young husband would.
"Seriously?... suck it up, we don't have time for this" I responded. I think it had a bit of shock value.
The group was not in this coulee from what I could see so we rested for two or three minutes while I gave a short drill sergeant "pep talk" and we were off again to the next ridge. The deer were in the next coulee and were settling down but were still on their feet. I asked her "Do you want to shoot him?".
She was huffing and puffing and looked pretty tired. She said "No, you just shoot". I didn't have to be told twice. I took my best shot and it was good. Getting the deer out of that spot turned out to be another minor nightmare with my 1981 chevy 4 x 4 but I left her there with the deer as she was "done" and was just happy to be able to rest. The deer (and wife) recovery worked with no major issues (just a lot of walking by myself). She just forgave my insensitivity without a word, we were young and in love and "issues" were always minor.
I have taken her on a few more "successful" hunts since then and a few not so successful and every one with the exception of the last was a complete GONG SHOW, no B.S., it's funny now, it wasn't then. The last one was with the muzzleloader from a blind. Now when I hunt, sometimes, most of the time, I'm glad she's not there. She has one absolute stud of a Muley, grossed 186 and was going down hill. I know from pictures by Big Buck magazines Gary Donald that the deer was at least eleven years old. I guess I'm becoming an old daggaboy.
JP
Wow, and she had a gun? You’re lucky to be alive! A buffalo hunt will seem tame after that death defying stunt!