The memory of my first stalk lingers in my mind for all the wrong reasons. Looking back, I was poorly prepared. My shot connected behind the doe’s shoulder, hitting the liver and clipping the stomach. This made for a nerve-racking 20-minute wait before following a blood trail, heart in mouth. While easily done, the poorly placed shot spoke of my experience, or indeed, my lack of it. The gralloch was messy and I vowed then to work hard, learn more and be better, none of which is easy.
It took me years to get myself on the right track towards consistent success, and it was only by sheer luck that I stumbled upon a mentor. While I appreciate the time he dedicated to guiding me, the overall learning experience left much to be desired. Nevertheless, what I lacked in hunting knowledge and experience, I made up for
