Thursday, December 11th, 2008
Cut the Trail
by Bob Peck 12-09-08
On and off it took nearly a month to cut the trail in.  With a lot of help from friends, decent weather, hard physical labor, hours behind a chainsaw and the rental of a small bobcat front loader our paralyzed friend Jack could be wheeled nearly a half a mile into some excellent Upstate NY hunting ground and directly into a Double Bull ground blind.  Sweet. My Mom used to always say, “Where there is a will, there is a way.” We had both and ended up very satisfied with the results.
None of Jack’s hunting compadres ever really thought of him as a physically challenged bowhunter. Â He was the same old Jack but with some challenges none of us had. Without the use of his legs there was no practical way he could continue independent hunting after MS began to ravage his body. Â He was and is the most die-hard bowhunter I think I ever met. Â In our little hunting posse we all agreed that you do what you have to do for a friend. None of us consciously spoke of this but our actions created a magnificent trail. Â Going hunting with this hunting buddy was in some ways no different but in many real ways completely different. Â Let me explain.
Whether Jack had the use of his legs or not we’d be together on the hunt, we’d share the experiences of the day and in the case of turkey hunting, we’d be side-by-side just like we’d be deer hunting in this ground blind.  The part we both had to get used to was the physical effort it took for both of us to get all our gear to the blind all the while pushing 180 lbs of friend up and down hills for a half a mile.  Imagine snow, debris and mud on the trail and trying to be quiet.  This opened up a whole new set of challenges neither of us had any experience with.  This last statement is more to describe the logistics than a plea for any kind of sympathy or self aggrandizing accolades.  Like I said, when it comes to friends, you do what you do because you love them and appreciate them.  Once in the blind, we were both hunting with bows but there was the not-so-little matter of silently maneuvering your buddy’s chair so he had the right angle to shoot.  With a little practice this was no big deal as was Jack’s ability to maneuver the bow around the chair.
The first two years we managed to shoot a few nice deer and enjoyed cooking venison for each other’s families.  Gutting them out and getting them out became a two part deal.  Jack was lifted from his chair and laid on the ground to field dress his own deer that we usually dragged back to him. When you see a hunter claw and drag his nonfunctioning lower half without a single complaint you suddenly understand a side to survival some of us take for granted.  When he was finished whomever was hunting with Jack would hoist him back in his chair.  With part one (the field dressing) complete it was now time for part two.
You get your buddy out and then make a separate trip back with a deer cart to remove the animal(s).  The benefit to the “buddy first” procedure was a warm truck and a hot cup of coffee waiting when the manual labor was done. Jack always insisted on helping to skin and process the deer.  Once back in his garage we had the use of his electric wheelchair which came in handy in hoisting up the deer on the gambrel not to mention his  ingenious use of a golf ball, rope and homemade hide gizmo that kept tension on the hide while we worked the hide off the deer in a fraction of the time.
Year three was not such a good year for Jack and our hunting posse. Although our little trail network expanded to include some tributary trails, Jack’s MS was getting worse to the point where he couldn’t manage his compound bow very well.  We rigged a crossbow holder and tested the rig. Beautiful, it worked beautiful.  Like the trail building exercise, inventing a modified crossbow and holding fixture was a true team effort.  Jack was shooting quarter sized groups from 30 yards with no effort.  We’d cock the crossbow and slide it into the mounting fixture one of the guys fabricated in his shop and wha la!  Jack was back in business for the upcoming season. Then someone in our group brought up the fact that crossbows weren’t legal in New York. “Wait a minute! Isn’t there an exception? Isn’t there a special permit for physically challenged hunters?”  As it turned out there was but the “exception” was only for quadriplegic hunters who had to actuate the trigger mechanism with a blow tube. This wasn’t Jack.  He could still hold his upper body erect in the chair and sight the crossbow and pull the trigger. Houston, we have a problem.  Would you sacrifice your ethics and break the law to help your physically challenged buddy hunt?
I’ll fill you in on the rest of the story after y’all have had a chance to mull this one over.





