This past Friday was the opening day of firearm season here in Michigan. For most of my life this day has been one of the biggest days of the year to me. It was a right of passage as a young teenage boy to join my dad in the deer woods.
The day I harvested my first deer is a day I will never forget. Even more exciting was shooting my first buck ever with a bow and arrow!
Since those days as a teen deer hunting has become a way of life; a year round ritual and a means to an end as my family prefers venison to beef.
Last year was a significant year for me in my hunting ritual(s). My oldest daughter joined me. She had tagged along years before but this was different. During the Michigan youth hunting season she harvested her first deer (a buck) with a rifle.
That was the moment of change. I'm not sure that deer hunting will ever be the same for me. Or, at least the ritual of opening day will never be the same.