My son Theo, a freshman at Orono High School, has hunted hard with his stick and string for the past two seasons but is still looking for his first deer. Last archery season we never saw a deer in the stand which is frustrating for anyone but especially a newcomer to the sport. To keep kids engaged I think it's important to balance work with success; Theo had put in his practice time and now it was my job to find him a better place to hunt.
Last summer I attended the Birmingham Deer Classic and met an outfitter, Steve Hedberg, Sales and Marketing Director from Monarch Valley Whitetails (MVW) in Blair, WI. Steve was giving away a youth hunt as a promotion and I was lucky enough to claim the prize. A few emails, phone calls and two months, later and Theo and I were on our way to MVW in Trempealeau County.
We left Orono on a Friday after school and zipped down Interstate 94. Who knew only two and a half hours from our home in Plymouth is a deer paradise? Excitement grew as we got closer to our destination…passing through Buffalo County, into Trempealeau County you crisscross ideal deer habitat; crops, hard woods, rivers/creeks and the occasional small town. It's also Wisconsin Amish country so seeing the occasional horse and buggy on the road was a cool experience for an impressionable 14 year old.
We pulled in to the farm and were greeted by MVW owner Dan Gallagher. Dan is a Wisconsin native who spent many years in Texas in the hospitality business. He returned to Wisconsin with his wife Lorraine and kids to fulfill a dream; create a hunting destination where he could share his passion for whitetail deer. When you enter the barn converted into a hunting lodge, you benefit from Dan's years of experience working in hotels. The place is immaculate and nicely appointed. As far as hunting lodges go it's about as good as it gets.
A view of the Cook's Quarters, Great Room and Guest Bedroom
Dan and Lorraine went the extra mile to make sure we were comfortable; from the homemade pizza and other home-cooked meals down to the flannel sheets on the bed. The lodging alone was worth the trip! Working with Dan as outfitter and guide is Tim Johnson. Tim is a deer enthusiast and spent a lot of time on the phone with us in advance of our trip to maximize our chances for success. I knew this year if I wanted Theo to have a great experience I needed to surround him with people who are excited to share their knowledge and passion for deer and deer hunting. With Dan and Tim we found two of the best.
After a tour of the property we were off to bed for an early wake up and our first sit. Dan put us in a ground blind near a water hole, adjacent to a corn field. He explained the lay of the land, the typical deer patterns, locations of nearby buck scrapes and rubs. As the sun came up we soon had three doe approaching from our left. The deer stopped at about 70 yards and I glassed them. They turned about face and quietly walked back up the hill. Sorry Theo, I think they saw your dad! We saw a few more deer in the distance that never came in so we went back to camp for lunch. After a great meal and quick nap, it was back to the stand around 3 PM.
For the evening we moved into a double ladder stand on the opposite end of the field from the morning hunt. In their scouting, Dan and Tim saw the deer were generally on their feet by 4 PM. Like clock-work, we were pinned in our stand by three deer at 3:50 PM! I had a doe about 20 yards to my right; Theo had a fawn about 10 yards to his left and a third deer was directly below our stand. The big doe caught our wind and ran off before Theo could draw back. The encounter was awesome for Theo who, after two long seasons, finally had a close encounter with the cervidae kind! About 30 minutes before sun down Theo would get another chance. I was looking off to my right thinking I heard a squirrel. A doe had jumped through the brush and stopped on the grass trail, broadside, 22 yards from our stand. Theo was in perfect position and the doe was in no hurry to go anywhere. Theo drew back and let the arrow fly. The doe ran off and Theo looked at me and said "I missed!". We got down and found his arrow to verify a clean miss. I asked him what happened and he said he couldn't keep his hand from shaking. After three years of shooting at inanimate targets, Theo felt the rush of having a live target in front of him and experienced his first "buck fever".