I’ve been wanting to get some photos up on the blog, and conveniently enough, reader Wanda Hyleman sent me a...
I’ve been wanting to get some photos up on the blog, and conveniently enough, reader Wanda Hyleman sent me a few to post along with the following comments. –K.H.
_I encourage all the women I know to join their boyfriends/husbands in the woods. I sure am glad that my ex introduced me to hunting, as I never went before he took me and I have so many great memories of those years together. Last year, when he gave me the gun that was his dad’s I know I probably had my mouth open since we’d been divorced for 6 years. He even gave me a ladder stand a few months ago, and I repainted it and my nephew helped me put it up last weekend. I feel bad for him that he lost the desire to hunt after his father died in 1995, but I sure do treasure all those memories. I learned everything I know from the two of them. My ex-husband was always just as excited as I was when I got one. The buck mounted on the wall was taken in 1991, on a south Georgia farm. We all saw him throughout that season, and when I shot him my father-in-law said, “Son, she got our deer.” But he was happy for me anyway. He scored 124 7/8. The other photo is of me and a deer I took on the![Wanda2_2](http://fieldandstream.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/23/wanda2_2.jpg) farm where I still hunt. He was my first 10-point, and I was so excited. Could ya tell by my smile! I had a little trouble finding him. The men on the farm told me I missed him, and I had better check my scope. I called my ex that night, and asked him about how they react when they are hit. And he said, “You know you are a good shot, don’t pay those men any attention, just go back and start looking in the thick brush, and I know you will find him.” So I went right back the next day and kept on til I found him._