During the 1960's, and early 70's, our group would hunt the first day of duck in every zone in PA. come hell or high water.
One North Zone first day found us in ANF, at a well known swamp. Of course archery season was already in, but we decided on ducks. At that time ANF never had a shortage of hunters, for whatever was in season. Camps were full, as well as all the small towns.
Anywho, later that morning we decided to move to another spot for the afternoon.
As we came around a bend in the trail near some old apple trees, we stopped dead in our tracks. There on the trail up ahead was a doe. We heard the twang, and saw the doe jump the string, and away she went unharmed.
Then a young boy ran out onto the trail to retrieve the cedar arrow, and a few others that were sticking up out of the ground.
We greeted each other, and his dad perched in one of the apple trees (no tree stand), asked us how the duck hunting was. "Not as good as the deer hunting", one of our crew said.
We all laughed, and the guy said. "The action is pretty good, but I'm not used to shootin' out of a tree. So after I miss, my son goes and gets the arrows."
We wished him good luck, and he did the same.
It was different times back then, before compound bows, elaborate tree stands, trail cams, robo duck decoys, etc.
The young lad and his dad were having one heck of a good time, and they did indeed make our day. Cuz all these years later, that memory sticks in my mind.
Could be that when this current stressful mess settles down, we can get back to times like that.
I sure hope so.
VP