and the season running out, Jack convinced her for them to move to another
field away from coyotes. they got in his
pickup and drove to the other end of the
long field. While still in the truck, they
observed does laying in the field, but
something spooked them.
lindsey said, “i convinced Grandpa to
walk a little farther around the bend
in the field road. We saw a deer in the
brush. Both of us were shaking like a
leaf.”
Grandpa Jack said, “Shoot honey.”
“i had on Grandpa’s big gloves and
could not feel the trigger,” lindsay
recalls. “take the glove off my hand,”
i told Grandpa. He removed the glove,
trying to hurry, but not wanting to alert
the deer.
lindsay pulled up the crossbow and
shot.
“let’s go put your crossbow away in the
truck and then we will come back to see
if you got it,” Jack suggested. Much later
he told lindsay that he really did not
think that she had hit the deer, but he
didn’t want to burst her bubble.
Crossbow hunter and outdoor writer Tes Jolly is totally self-sufficient being able
to carry her treestand and crossbow while choosing her own stand placement.
Most importantly, Tes introduced her dad Ned to crossbow hunting while he was
in his 80s; getting him into the woods during the milder weather offered by bow
season much longer than he could have hunted with other archery gear.
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to the extreme that he and his friends
at the archery club pitched money in
a kitty and the person who threw the
crossbow the farthest won the money.
But Grandpa Jack loved his young granddaughter more than he hated crossbows.
the shotgun season in Ohio was very
short and the shotgun kicked the daylights out of his little 60-pound-soackingwet lindsay. Jack’s best option was to
get lindsay a crossbow. When she was
10, she could not get enough time in the
woods with G