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Ruby K.
Challenger Buck

Ruby K.

Challenger Buck

“My Challenger Buck” By: Ruby K.,  When I was a little girl, I’d dress up in my Grandpa’s camo gear and just pretend that I was hunting. I’d sneak around the house and shoot at the Bucks on his den wall with my toy “30-30” deer rifle. On my 8th birthday, my Grandpa said that he would enroll us in the Pennsylvania Mentor Program. This allows youngsters to hunt with a licensed adult hunter, so the kids can learn all about this fascinating sport. Now, my deer hunting experiences began for real. I was so excited to actually go into the mountains and look for a good place for us to hunt. We bought a tall ladder stand with a double seat, so I could stay right next to him and have the bow supported on the shooting rail.  I used his big crossbow the first two years and I learned to shoot it well from our backyard range. However, when I was hunting from my tree stand, the big heavy bow was hard for me to maneuver. So, after 2 seasons with his bow, my Grandpa told me that he would buy me a special crossbow at a local archery shop. He told me that this new Parker crossbow was designed especially for a smaller person, like me.  I was anxious to go to the “Archery Zone” to see the Challenger crossbow. The owner of the shop, Bill Puruczky, explained all about this bow. It was a pink camo model and Bill let me handle the bow and look through the scope. Then he let me shoot it several times at his indoor shooting range. I was thrilled to see how nice the bow was and I hit the bull’s eye every time. The shorter stock fit me perfectly. It was also much lighter to hold than my grandpa’s old bow.  Because I’m not a pink kind of girl, I decided to order a camo one even though I had to wait a while to get it delivered. Finally, a week later, I got a call from Bill to pickup my new bow. I was very excited go to the “Archery Zone” for my bow. I also bought some arrows, lighted knocks, a small target and a set of Muzzy broad-heads. My third year of hunting was so much fun with my Parker bow. My grandpa and I hunted in wind, snow, sleet, rain, and some nice days too. I even hunted during the PA Rifle season with my Parker crossbow, but I never got a chance at a buck.   When the 2015 archery season rolled around we were really ready. Now, I had two nice tree stands to hunt from. We had spotted a few bucks near by and I got a nice photo of a buck on my trail camera. I really felt like this was going to be my year! We were going hunting every evening after school. My grandpa would get me off my bus and we’d eat supper real fast. I’d get my gear together and then hike up the hill to my stand. My Mom, Dad, and little sister, Vayda, thought we were crazy going out when it was cold or raining, but I just loved it. One night we were watching three does out in a field that was 150 yards away. They were slowly feeding towards us. I was getting nervous because I also had a doe tag. Then they stopped coming our way and bedded down in the middle of the field. I was so disappointed.  We kept watching the deer from the right-hand side of our tree. Now it was starting to get cloudy and the sun was going down. My grandpa put his video camera back in his pack because there wasn’t enough light for videos.  Just then I decided to look to my left. I was so surprised to see a buck walking directly at us. I whispered, buck, BUCK! I quickly raised the bow to my shoulder and pushed the safety off. As the buck turned broadside, my scope quickly centered on his heart and I and pulled the trigger. It all happened in one fluid motion. My grandpa turned his head just in time to see the lighted arrow slip through the buck’s ribcage. The buck leaped straight up in the air as the shaft exited his body. My arrow was stuck in the ground, the nock glowing brightly in the dark woods.  The buck bolted toward our tree and as he ran by us he turned up hill and went about 3 more leaps. The fat buck fell and rolled in a pile of leaves. We could see his white belly lying just above us on the hillside. I was ecstatic; I started to cry real tears. But I told my grandpa I wasn’t sad, I was just so thrilled that he was with me when I shot my first ever Buck. It took me 4 years to be a successful deer hunter and it was all worth the wait. I’ll never forget my Challenger crossbow buck.  THE END


Product Used: Challenger crossbow

Purchased From: Archery Zone Johnstown, PA