First Official Deer
On November 29, 2013, we made it out to the woods at 5:30 a.m. This was to be the last day for us to get out and hunt for Wisconsin’s 9 day deer harvest. The only thing on our minds that day was helping my 15 year old son that has Asperger’s Autism get his first deer. Now being the father of an autistic son has many challenges, and it took years for me to teach him the proper and legal way to hunt. However, with the help of my family and my friend Tim he has proven to us he wants to be a hunter. We went out all week even though it was subzero temps, freezing rain, snow and high winds, but that young man kept his spirits up. With Mother Nature fighting us all week we were all starting to lose hope, but my son insisted he wanted to stay out as long as he could.
That Friday we spent all day in the woods and saw no other blaze orange and no deer moving. I was beginning to lose faith, but with 1one hour left to hunt before the season closed for my son, we heard 2 shots come from the neighbor’s property. My friend Tim was on the north end of our property, I was on the far south end of the property, and my son was right in between us. Shortly after hearing the two shots from the neighbor’s land, six does came running right towards Tim. He fired four rounds and hit three of the deer. The other three does ran right over to my son. He calmly picked up his single shot Smith and Wesson 20 gauge, but two of the does saw him and took off running towards me (they stayed in the thick brush so I had no shot) while the last one stopped by my son and looked to see where the shots came from. My son took aim, clicked the hammer back, and pulled the trigger. I know the sound of that gun and when I heard it go off I got excited, and then the words came over my radio earpiece that I’ll remember forever… “Dad I got one, and it’s on the ground”.
Those words brought a tear to my eye, just out of pride for my son. I quickly got down from my stand and went the 60 yards over by my son’s stand, and to my surprise he remembered what I told him, to stay put and keep your eyes on your deer to make sure it didn’t get back up. From his stand he directed me right to his deer and sure enough, it went 20 yards and dropped from a textbook shot, right behind the front leg, where it took out the heart and both lungs. He finally got the all clear from me to climb down and look. He bagged a 126 pound nubby buck. His persistence and his heart for hunting paid off. For a kid with Asperger’s Autism, that little nubby buck was a huge trophy. Knowing that after all the waiting and bad weather that he took the deer himself, is something that will stay with him forever.
He told me that day, “Dad anyone can do whatever they set their minds to as long as their hearts are in it, even handicapped and disabled people. But I’m not handicapped dad, I’m special and I did it.” So this entry is in honor of my son’s one-shot, one-kill first official deer. Congratulations Dallis. We are all very proud of you.