I was born and raised in Timmins Ontario, and before I was able to walk my dad had me in the bush with him, and it wasn’t too long after, at the tender age of 3, that I had my first bow in hand. My family and I were at archery tournaments all summer long where I heard many stories from my dad and his friends about their adventures in the outdoors. I loved to fish at my uncle’s and in the winter I could be found helping my dad on the trap line.
Although I was surrounded by an outdoorsman’s lifestyle my whole life, it wasn’t until I turned 20 that I became interested in hunting. Not that I was against it or anything, but from home I was able to see how much time my dad and sister put into their deer hunts, maybe not even seeing anything, and I figured I didn’t want to sit in the cold for hours waiting. It wasn’t until my dad asked me if I wanted to join him on a bear hunt that I finally understood.
My first bear hunt was amazing! So much bear traffic, every night we went out, and after a few days, I harvested my first bear, let alone my first animal ever! The thrill, the rush, the exhilaration of letting that arrow go and tracking down my bear is unlike any other experience I’ve had. I understand now, why my dad and sister sat in the cold, for hours on end; because it’s worth it.
Since then I have been bit by the hunting bug, hard. I love scouting for animals, aside from the actual arrow leaving my bow, it’s my favourite part about hunting. I have been out after deer, bear, and
turkeys and have successfully harvested them, though not every time I go out. I’ve had my misses, my blunders, and my plain old bad luck days. I still consider myself a green hunter with so much to learn still. I have the best people to teach me though, with my dad, my family, and the Just Us Hunting crew, my experience and ability can only grow.
I have hunted a lot since harvesting my first bear, and I have sat for some very long hours, just like my dad and sister, and countless other hunters have. And it doesn’t bother me one bit, because I know now that when that buck, boar, tom, or in the future, bull moose (fingers crossed!) steps out into my shooting lane, all the scouting and waiting is worth it.