First year archery hunting part 1


Hi Everyone,

So I know I have been MIA since June. Spring/Summer time between hunting, coaching softball, vacations and starting a new job. I completely lost track of my summer. I have been preparing shooting my new bow. This will be my first year hunting archery. In PA, archery always opens the first weekend in October which is right along with my birthday. This year I turned 30 so I decided  to be a little selfish and go to the beach for my birthday with friends. The following weekend we headed to our cabin in Perry County. This year we got two new farms to hunt. I was excited to get to hunt some new land. Here is how that weekend went.

Oct. 10 weekend:

Friday: I had to work till 5 so no getting out that night. My husband went up early that day to hunt and scout for me some more.

Saturday: Woke up at 3am and it was pouring rain so back to bed we went. As the day went on the rain left and gave us the chance to go out for the evening hunt. My husband and I with two friends picked a spot for the evening hunt. We(my husband and I) set up in this little area in the woods right by the edge of a field. image










Right after we set up we heard the fire sirens go and as they rung out so did the coyotes. It was creepy and cool all at the same time. The totes were about a few hundred yards away. I really was hoping they would come near us for a shot, but no luck. As the night drew on I could tell it would be a slow night. After 3 hours and dark approaching we knew the night was unsuccessful especially just as it would be prime time another hunter walked right in the middle of the corn field. We packed up and headed out. We returned to our vehicles and got talking to our friends to learn there were several other hunters around us stalking deer as if it was rifle season. They knew we were there but continued to just walk through the woods stalking with their bows.

End of weekend #1


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Jamie Agnew-Gruber

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I can still remember the first time I shot clay pigeons with my family, I was about 8 or so and I can remember my dad standing behind me helping me aim and shoot. He also, was making sure that I wouldn’t fall over from the recoil of the shot gun. Which at that time I didn’t understand, but now years later I understand why he taught me what he did on that day. I couldn’t wait to get my hunting license and go out with my dad’s family hunting. He grew up near Philadelphia so my uncles and cousins would come down from Philadelphia and go hunting on the farms around our house. I can remember them all in orange and putting on drives and I would watch them from my bedroom window until they got past the horizon and I couldn’t see them anymore. I couldn’t wait to do the same. As I got older my interest in hunting started to disappear, but when I was 16 I meet my now husband and without him even knowing he started teaching me about hunting. Just from listening to his stories him and his dad would tell. However, what really got my interest in hunting was this past summer I started working for a small hunting store in my home town and hearing people the stories some of the guys in the store talk about their adventures really peaked my interest. So this year I finally convinced my husband to take me hunting.I am hoping as I start this new journey that you all are excited to hear from a newbie and watch me get my first doe, turkey, or maybe even be lucky enough to get a buck.