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Post by bigugly on Sept 9, 2005 21:15:09 GMT -5
Although my father is a hunter I got my passion from my Grandfather he has so much wisdom in hunting and life. Still enjoy the same old stories I heard as a kid. He's 91 now and still see the sparkle in his eyes when you talk about a hunt. Hope I'll always have that.
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Post by squirrelhunter on Sept 10, 2005 10:46:27 GMT -5
The State of Indiana when they made it legal to hunt with a handgun  . |
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Post by kevin1 on Sept 10, 2005 11:04:15 GMT -5
My Uncle Gilbert "Bootsie" Wheeler was my inspiration for trying firearm deer hunting . I've been told that when he started deer hunting sometime in the early 70s he didn't get his first buck for almost 10 years , that kind of dedication fascinated me and was the catalyst for my decision to try it .
My Uncle Dennis "Denny" Kincaid was my inspiration to try recurve bow hunting . He shot a recurve back before compounds were little more than somebody's fantasy of a mechanical bow . I can vividly remember seeing those wicked looking broadheads on his arrows , and the seed was planted .
My Father hunted in his youth , but for some reason stopped altogether while I was young and never took me hunting . His Father was an amazing shot who could terrorize the squirrels on the beech trees in his front yard with his .22 pump , but I was too young to hunt with him before he passed .
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Post by psychobubba on Sept 10, 2005 12:23:21 GMT -5
did gun hunt small game with dad & granddad but a friend got me in to deer when was 10 or 11 have been hooked every scents got my first one with 20 gage now mostly bow some muzzle loader
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Post by schoolmaster on Sept 10, 2005 20:17:38 GMT -5
When I was a young kid my grandfather would come back from Wyoming every year and tell us the stories of the hunts he had out there. Indiana didn't even have a season then.
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Post by steiny on Sept 10, 2005 21:12:40 GMT -5
We didn't have any deer around here when I was a kid. Grand dad, Uncle & dad all took my brothers and I small game hunting all the time. Dad and three of his buddies went out west to Wyoming, South Dakota or Utah every fall, for deer, antelope or elk. Always hung around when they were loading up, sighting in rifles, etc., and was anxious to see what they would bring home each trip.
We started deer hunting around here in 73', Dad, myself and my uncle, on my uncles farm. I bought that farm in 90', live here, and have it set up pretty nice for deer hunting. This will be the 32nd year in a row hunting this place. Uncle and grand dad have passed on, but I suspect dad will hunt a bit this fall at 75 years of age. Strangely, none of my three brothers care to hunt anymore, and my teenage son has very little interest.
Dad finally took me out to Wyoming after I got out of school, and we've done that many times since, plus Alaska, Canada and several other states. So, I reckon you could say Dad is responsible for this addiction, however I've got no complaints. Kind of just grew up around it, and even today pretty much just hang around with hunters, fishermen and outdoor nuts. Pretty much seems like the way to go.
Incidentally, I killed my first deer around here, a button buck, with a 35# recurve bow, while dad and his buddies were out west hunting one October. This teenage punk was proud as a peacock, when they came rolling in, and I had a deer too.
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Post by jajwrigh on Sept 10, 2005 22:52:56 GMT -5
I had a buddy in high school take me on my first deer hunt and to my first deer camp. I knew then that this was a special time that I wanted to share with my own family some day.  |
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Post by duff on Sept 11, 2005 7:54:31 GMT -5
My Dad doesn't hunt. He supported me through it all, teaching me firearm safety and helping me trail and gut my first deer. Even my Mom came to help untill we found the deer, she left real soon after that. A great friend and I grew up shooting dang near anything we could, his Dad used to hunt deer and had a nice 12 hanging on the wall. That was our drive to deer hunt. As soon as I hit 16 he and I started deer hunting. What a trip that was. Each time out we gained a bit more knowledge. Next season we both had compound bows. That was when you had to be drawn for bonus doe tags and being from Madison Co. we only got drawn once for a doe tag. It took us a while before one of us finally scored but the failures just kept stoking the fire inside of us. So I'd have to say my good friend got me hooked, but it was mutual. Without the suport from my family I am sure I wouldn't have been as eager to hunt either. So it should really be both.
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Post by Hoosier Hunter on Sept 11, 2005 17:03:30 GMT -5
My Dad got me into it. Although really by the time I hit 18 or 19 my dad just couldn't take the cold anymore. Sure wish he was still around. Clothing technology has really changed over the years and the stuff is allot better.
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Post by DEERTRACKS on Sept 12, 2005 10:06:58 GMT -5
You need to add one more voting option for those of us that came from a non-hunting family, and got the bug on our own & learned thru trial & error.
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Post by jstalljon on Sept 12, 2005 10:19:03 GMT -5
I'm with you on this one deer tracks. I was introduced by a taxidermist buddy...but truly fell in love, learned, and continue to learn through try and error and my own time afield.
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