Memories to Hold Onto
My story will be a little different than most, I will start with the bow then move on to the hunt, as both have great memories. Every year, it was a tradition to travel to a small southern WV town to take a rabbit hunt with my Uncle Bob (yes Bob Errett), his grandson Jack and my Uncle Ray. It meant a lot to make the trip down as I always looked forward to the time and opportunity to spend with Bob. From a young boy, I always admired Bob, from his interesting stories and laughter, to his accomplishments as a hunter and businessman, but most importantly his kindness to all and composure he carried. The weekend in the fall of 2015 went as usual, lots of rabbits and a good time by all. Unfortunately Jack was sick and didn’t get to make the trip, as Bob sincerely enjoyed the experience with Jack listening to the dogs running. As we had wrapped up the weekend and preparing to leave, he insisted I take the “extra” crossbow in the closet and take it home, even though I had always been traditional compound hunter. It was a Parker Thunderhawk, and little did I know it would bring me such happiness along with memories down the road. Unfortunately as all know, Bob passed away in the late fall of 2016. That following year, I wanted to make Bob proud, and that November morning in 2017, I know without a doubt he was looking down on me. Now to the deer, It started in the summer of 2017, when I was getting pictures of hit list buck that had survived from the 2016 season. I was getting trail cam pictures of the buck consistently until mid September and then he disappeared like a ghost. I wanted more than anything to close in on this shooter buck, not only to accomplish a goal I had chased for 16-17 years, I wanted to do close the deal for Bob. As September passed and October nearly came to an end, no sign of the mentioned buck. As I began to feel let down, or as if I had missed an opportunity on a farm located in Southern Ohio owned by Bob’s sister Dixie, he appeared on trail camera in the daylight on October 26th early in the evening. As I checked the photos as I set for the first time in the fresh treestand set, I felt confident I would get an opportunity at this buck. Little did I know, 15 minutes afterwards I would see the buck for the first time at 60 yards. The buck came from a thicket, worked a scrape and disappeared back into the timber as if he was just a dream. It let the air out of my sails, but I knew I had narrowed his home range and I had to hunt smarter and harder than ever before. I waited for the next calm high pressure evening six days later to hunt the stand again. After a long 6 hour sit, with little to no movement, I left empty handed. However I had high hopes the following morning as I had the Northeast wind I had been waiting on, my gut feeling told me to be there early before dusk the next morning. All I had to do was postpone my visit to my future in-laws by 24 hours, which we all know how that was perceived by the then girlfriend, now fiancé. Luckily she came around to the idea and wished me luck. That night I slept little, something told me everything was going to pay off. The next morning, November 4th, I crawled into the stand well before day break, and patiently sit. I sit through the sunrise, and then some, with no sign of anything until movement caught my attention to my right. There he was, at 50-55 yards walking straight toward me, with the wind perfect and my Uncle Bob’s crossbow in my hand, there was never a doubt it was all finally going to come together. Eventually he made it to 15 yards and the Thunderhawk done it’s job. The buck ran off just out of sight, but the crash was heard. Overwhelmed, I slowly sit down and couldn’t stop crying. I was soaking in all of the emotions at the time, the happiness, sense of accomplishment, relieved, etc….. It then all of a sudden hit me, this was my Uncle Bob’s dream. He impacted so many individuals by allowing them the same outdoor exposure as I had just experienced. He was proud of his product, what it stood for and how it brought happiness to so many. Bow hunting teaches patience and persistence, all while bonding friends and family. I continued to cry, however I couldn’t help but to grin from ear to ear, as I knew Bob Errett would be proud. Bob, along with the sweetest lady on the planet, Jeannie, were great role models to me growing up and inspired me to achieve more. It makes me proud to submit this story, as I’m sure the Parker team has the same admiration.