A Moment with Majesty
By: Lisa Selner
Hunting Season 2008
“Go afield with a good attitude, with respect for the wildlife you hunt and for the
forests and fields in which you walk. Immerse yourself in the outdoor experience. It
will cleanse your soul and make you a better person.” (Fred Bear)
It was a warm early autumn afternoon on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.
Several weeks into bow hunting season (2007), I maintained position in my
tree stand overlooking a cutover field. Anxious and excited about my first
bow season, I observed the world around me, hopeful for another
opportunity at a deer.
Not long after climbing into position, I watched curiously at passing does
and their fawns. Deciding not to shoot, I simply enjoyed my observations
of them, taking particular notice to a young piebald doe foraging directly
underneath me.
As the sun began to set, I subsided into a more relaxed position, less
anxious, and not anticipating any kills for the evening. I decided to wait
just a little while longer before climbing down the tall pine I was hunting
from for the last several hours, enjoying the sights and sounds around me.
And then he appeared from out of a hedge row about 75 yards to the left of
me, across the cutover. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. It was
one of the most amazing displays, the biggest white-tail buck I’ve ever
witnessed in person!
The buck carried a massive rack, very thick at the base. He was for certain a
10-pointer or greater, with a couple noticeable non-typical points
protruding away from the rest of his tall, basket-shaped rack. He was a
most impressive sight, and not unlike other similar bucks that have been
harvested in the area previously.
My mind was in utter confusion. I knew he was too far away for me to
make a good shot with my bow. But what if he came closer? There was no
way I could move and get back into position without him seeing me and
darting off. All I could do was remain still and just watch as he cautiously
scanned the cutover between him and me. A few times he looked right in
my direction; it was almost as if we made eye contact. My heart beat
rapidly and my body trembled in anticipation over what was unfolding
before my eyes. The buck remained only momentarily. After several
minutes he disappeared into more thick covering not far from where he
emerged only moments before.
Though I was not able to take a shot at him, I felt fortunate being able to
have witnessed a buck as majestic as he was.
By: Lisa Selner
Hunting Season 2008
“Go afield with a good attitude, with respect for the wildlife you hunt and for the
forests and fields in which you walk. Immerse yourself in the outdoor experience. It
will cleanse your soul and make you a better person.” (Fred Bear)
It was a warm early autumn afternoon on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.
Several weeks into bow hunting season (2007), I maintained position in my
tree stand overlooking a cutover field. Anxious and excited about my first
bow season, I observed the world around me, hopeful for another
opportunity at a deer.
Not long after climbing into position, I watched curiously at passing does
and their fawns. Deciding not to shoot, I simply enjoyed my observations
of them, taking particular notice to a young piebald doe foraging directly
underneath me.
As the sun began to set, I subsided into a more relaxed position, less
anxious, and not anticipating any kills for the evening. I decided to wait
just a little while longer before climbing down the tall pine I was hunting
from for the last several hours, enjoying the sights and sounds around me.
And then he appeared from out of a hedge row about 75 yards to the left of
me, across the cutover. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. It was
one of the most amazing displays, the biggest white-tail buck I’ve ever
witnessed in person!
The buck carried a massive rack, very thick at the base. He was for certain a
10-pointer or greater, with a couple noticeable non-typical points
protruding away from the rest of his tall, basket-shaped rack. He was a
most impressive sight, and not unlike other similar bucks that have been
harvested in the area previously.
My mind was in utter confusion. I knew he was too far away for me to
make a good shot with my bow. But what if he came closer? There was no
way I could move and get back into position without him seeing me and
darting off. All I could do was remain still and just watch as he cautiously
scanned the cutover between him and me. A few times he looked right in
my direction; it was almost as if we made eye contact. My heart beat
rapidly and my body trembled in anticipation over what was unfolding
before my eyes. The buck remained only momentarily. After several
minutes he disappeared into more thick covering not far from where he
emerged only moments before.
Though I was not able to take a shot at him, I felt fortunate being able to
have witnessed a buck as majestic as he was.
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