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Post by schoolmaster on Oct 26, 2010 11:00:04 GMT -5
My Grandpa Jake used to tell me all his deer hunting experiences from his trips to Pennsylvania and Wyoming. My Uncle Norval went too and they fastenated me with their stories. I never went deer hunting with Grandpa but did hunt rabbits and squirrels with him. I basically learned to hunt deer on my own. My Dad wouldn't allow me to hunt them while I lived at home and I got started late. Not many deer then. If someone saw a buck it made the newspaper. I read everything I could and learned the hard way. Hunted for several years before I killed one but stayed with it and taught my sons and daughter and several of their friends what I know about it. They are better hunters than I am now. Working with some grandkids now. My nine year old grandson took his second this youth season. Better for me than shooting one myself.
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Post by Woody Williams on Oct 26, 2010 14:21:48 GMT -5
Lots of great stories and memories in this thread.....keep it going!
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Post by ridgerunner on Oct 26, 2010 18:41:11 GMT -5
My Dad and a friend if his in the 70's used to take me deer hunting when I was a 7 or 8 yr old boy. I remember how intrigued I was with ground scrapes, rubs and beds my dad took me scouting for deer and pointed out these things to me..I remember him rigging an alarm clock with a trip wire to record what time the deer came down a trail.....lol...long before trail camera or timers...back where everyone wore bottomland or trebark camo, the only compound bows available were the Bear Whitetails..everyone used Razorback broadheads....The good ole days... My Dad definately lit the fire 33 years ago...Back when I was hunting with a Kodiak Recurve every night for rabbit along the railroad tracks that ran through the rural woodlands we lived in..rabbit's everywhere..took many a rabbit with that old bow..wish I still had it.
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