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Young Hunter Do's and Don'ts

Do's

1. Do give up your expectations of what he/she should be
2. Do make it their hunt, not yours, with them tagging along
3. Do let them play in the creek, sit on a rock, or chase indians
4. Do let them talk softly, break twigs, sneeze and cough
5. Do let them leave when they want to
6. Do teach them safety, courtesy, honor, and woodsmanship
7. Do introduce them to the game warden
8. Do tell them they are potentially the greatest hunter that ever lived
9. Do tell them your stories, sit down and have a snack
10. Do thank them for a day in the woods with you

Don'ts

1. Don't tell them how they should feel
2. Don't put words in their mouth
3. Don't say, "Ain't you excited!!"
4. Don't say, "He would have been bigger next year."
5. Don't break any laws
6. Don't leave them alone in the dark
7. Don't forget to bring your camera
8. Don't freeze them
9. Don't let them hunt without proper equipment and safety precautions
10. Don't ever forget, they are not you

There are so many do's and don'ts, each one different for each individual. I compiled just a few. In the picture above, a young hunter stands at a prime location. Unfortunately the stand was damaged as the U.S. Forest Service executed a prescribed burn. You may not think about it but this guy could climb that stand, if not directed otherwise. Teaching and molding young hunters is our future. Expecting them to love it as you do and be at your level immediately is a mistake. I see it more and more. Some kids go gang busters early and some evolve over many years. Either way, it is your job to recognize traits of the youngster and adjust accordingly. Forcing enthusiasm on them will end thier carrer before it began. Telling them how they should feel, never. And for the love, never, ever, tell them he would have been bigger next year.

From the big dark tree just to the left of center, on the top of the hill, I stood quietly in the Georgia dawn, November 12, 2010. Soon shots began to boom through the bottoms as the second day of the either sex hunt on the Cedar Creek WMA had begun. I prayed it was my day. Scouting the woods yesterday I found some rubs and scrapes, several undesernable inside this picture. I found the spot up by the tree to be pleasurable and I stayed a lot longer than I had originally planned. As I stood and the shots echoed thru the swamps, I thought of those whom were shooting and tried to picture in my mind what they were seeing. They were not thinking of me, I'm sure, as a hunter far away, listening to their rumblings but I was thinking of them. As the shots echoed away, quiet was restored. Woodland sounds of leafs falling and birds chirping filled the air. Then sounds of rifle fire would trickle in again from some far away place. I was beside my tree quietly standing, listening for any sign of a deer. Then it happened. I heard something. Was it a squirrel? A coyote? No, it could be neither. It was a deer and close. Footsteps coming fast. I raised my rifle half way straining to see into the woods. Then emerging from the bottoms, coming up the creek, I saw him. Glory! A spike! Coming my way. I waited, looking ahead to make sure I had an opening. Stopping under the big oak tree in the forefront of the picture to the right briefly, the deer nibbled an acorn. I raised my rifle the rest of the way and put him in the scope. The spike took two steps and Boom! He fell down into a ditch. I racked in another shell but the deer was not getting up. My shot echoed through the bottoms and somewhere far away, some other hunter heard it. I wonder what he was thinking. I was thinking HooRah!! HooRah!!