The Prescription Read: “Deer Season is Over”
It was the opening day of Virginia 2016 bow season and I had a doe walking right down the trail. I lifted the bow off my hook and prepared to draw. A few more steps and she would be in my sights at 15 yards—and my tag would be filled. As the doe stepped behind some brush, I lifted by bow and began to draw, but I froze! I could not do it! After over thirty years of bow hunting, this was not a crisis of conscience or an equipment malfunction. Like every summer before, I had practiced week in and week out leading up to bow season. I knew that despite some recent pain in my shoulder, I’d be...