Chapter One

 

Chapter One

The Exclusive Stand Hunter

“Stand hunting” simply denotes a hunter’s concealing himself in a well chosen spot, where he waits for deer to come to him. This can be accomplished either from a tree stand, or from the ground. As this book unfolds, my bias in favor of hunting from an elevated position will no doubt manifest itself most overtly. I love tree stands for several reasons. They usually provide a better view of the surrounding terrain than does a stand on the ground, and I also believe that they offer an advantage in positioning the hunter above the deer’s ordinary line of sight (bearing in mind, of course, that deer have most remarkable peripheral vision). Hunting aloft might also help conceal from deer a hunter’s scent, although this is somewhat questionable.

None of this means, however, that stand hunting from the ground is ineffective. To the contrary. Many hunters who do not use tree stands are very successful. I know several fine stand-hunters who prefer to keep their feet on terra firma; (as the old adage says: “ the more the firmer, the less the terror”).

Whether you choose to do so from a lofty position or from a more terrestrial one, if you remain stationary, waiting for deer to move to you, then you are a stand hunter.

Stand hunting is the only method by which I ever attempt to hunt deer. This, of course, begs the question “why?” There are other ways that deer can be taken, so why am I so single-mindedly devoted to the stand?

There are a couple reasons. First, I am hopelessly addicted to observing God’s creation at its best, and I know of no better way to do this than by concealing myself well, and watching as the drama of nature unfolds before my eyes. There are few things that I enjoy so much as climbing onto a stand before day-break and staying put until dark, all the while occupying a front row seat in one of nature’s tiny theaters.

Besides the customary (but no less delightful) array of song birds and squirrels, my family and I have had the privilege of watching moose (including a love-sick pair), bobcats, fishers, martins, weasels, minks, beavers, coyotes, foxes (both red and grey), porcupines, raccoons, turkeys, grouse, hares, and all manner of birds of prey, including cooper’s and sharp-shinned hawks that have made feints at attacking my camouflaged face; all... purchase this book to read more