November 15: Marsha Simpson


As told by Sergeant Major Glen Simpson

16 November 2008, North Central Kentucky, NNW winds 15-25 M.P.H, 38 degrees

Redeploy to Kentucky and help your wife harvest her first buck without being detected or mission failure!

With my second of three trips to Illinois now in the rear view mirror and posted to the journal it was time to head back home for a little R/R and W (Rest/Recovery and Wife Time).

I had been fortunate enough this summer to fall into an awesome Kentucky lease thanks to good friend Chris Ogle and his family. Not knowing the timber and the deer pattern within its 2,000 acres, I relied on Chris’s knowledge of the farm to help set up a stand for my wife Marsha. The primary mission was to have Marsha harvest her first buck ever and on camera.

The first few days of my return from Illinois were spent recovering equipment, clothing and of course spending time with the family. However, with the weekend fast approaching and Kentucky’s gun season open, this meant time to put away the PSE bow and pickup the camera for my wife’s annual gun hunt, a passion that she’s had for over 10 years now.

Saturday was a wash as the low pressure system that streamed out of the north ushered in strong winds and heavy rain. Not getting to down as we looked at the weather on the internet and knew that Sunday’s conditions, though a bit breezy, were gong to be just about ideal hunting weather!

Opting to spend the morning relaxing and playing with our grandson, Chase Hunter, we decided that an early afternoon in the stand would be just what we were looking for. We left the house at noon with high hopes of getting to the stand for quality time together with a good buck encounter being icing on the cake.

Arriving at the stand at 1:00 we settled in for what I thought would be a long afternoon with the howling of the wind. After about 35 minutes I decided to pick-up the old horns and give them a crack, trolling for bucks as I like to call it. The look on my wife’s face spoke volumes as I let out a snort wheeze followed by an intense smack and grinding of the horns! She looked at me with disbelief as if I was possessed but I continued my trolling finishing the sequence off with tending grunts and a growl. Putting the horns back on the hook I looked up and caught movement to the left. There he was…a nice 8 pointer on a dead trot straight to the tree. I couldn’t believe it myself but of course played it off as though I knew it was going to happen as I warned my wife of the quickly approaching buck.

Since the buck was coming in behind her the tactical advantage was now in favor of the buck as she would have to get her gun and wait for the buck’s next move. The buck not seeing the cause for the commotion stopped at 15 yards and glared down the hill. Hoping the buck would continue and pass to the right side of the stand; unfortunately, the buck wheeled and ran back up the hill from which he came…it was at this time that I told my wife to stand and turn as I quickly got the grunt tube out and hit him with a soft tending grunt. He stopped briefly and changed course back down hill at a better angle for a shot. I asked my wife if she had him and stopped the buck at 35 yards. Squeezing the trigger she sent the slug through the buck’s chest. The buck almost dropped there but ran down hill and fell within site.

Mission complete! Until next time… waiting for helicopter extraction and follow-on orders.

P.S. As always, let’s all keep our Soldiers and their families in our hearts and prayers and especially our fellow Drury Outdoors team member and my best friend, Command Sergeant Major Ken Barteau and his Soldiers. God Speed!