As I was staring off into the woods I often think of memories of hunts. Today I realized that most of my favorite memories and stories aren’t even of me killing deer. The one that sticks out to me today I wasn’t even involved.
I couldn’t get vacation for all of gun season, I had opening day and the weekend. Dad came down to hunt and I was basically pointing at maps telling him what to do. Tuesday evening I get a text while I’m at work “buck shot, can’t find him”. My stomach turns and I try and talk him into walking out. His freaking phone died!
Now I’m tripping not knowing what the hells going on or if he’s even on the property anymore. @Redneckfucker isnt at work, so I get ahold of him and send him to my house. Luckily, dad ended up back at my house to charge his phone and grab lights.
I talk to him and feel confident he made a kill shot, they just need to find the deer. I also get ahold of the neighbor and get permission for them to cross the line if needed. PowerBelt has never failed him, but I was a little shaken about this one. He had very little blood and he’s not the best at tracking. I had been trying to teach Michael everything I’ve ever known about tracking and he told me he could do it.
So off they went. Me blowing up their phones every few seconds wanting pics of blood and everything else. It didn’t take real long and Michael found the deer! Dad tackled him he was so excited. Biggest buck he has ever killed! Dad is 100% meat hunter and always has been.
I felt like I had done it, I had finally repaid him just a little for getting me into this. I had put him on a good buck and got him a trophy. I was so freaking happy and excited! Wasn’t my deer, wasn’t my story, but I was STOKED!!!!
Next day or two he killed a nice mature doe as well. Saturday we butchered deer and partied like a bunch of college kids. Good times! I hope michael has a couple of pics, because I don’t.
How about you guys? Share a story of a hunt that someone else killed something and it made you crazy proud and happy.
I couldn’t get vacation for all of gun season, I had opening day and the weekend. Dad came down to hunt and I was basically pointing at maps telling him what to do. Tuesday evening I get a text while I’m at work “buck shot, can’t find him”. My stomach turns and I try and talk him into walking out. His freaking phone died!
Now I’m tripping not knowing what the hells going on or if he’s even on the property anymore. @Redneckfucker isnt at work, so I get ahold of him and send him to my house. Luckily, dad ended up back at my house to charge his phone and grab lights.
I talk to him and feel confident he made a kill shot, they just need to find the deer. I also get ahold of the neighbor and get permission for them to cross the line if needed. PowerBelt has never failed him, but I was a little shaken about this one. He had very little blood and he’s not the best at tracking. I had been trying to teach Michael everything I’ve ever known about tracking and he told me he could do it.
So off they went. Me blowing up their phones every few seconds wanting pics of blood and everything else. It didn’t take real long and Michael found the deer! Dad tackled him he was so excited. Biggest buck he has ever killed! Dad is 100% meat hunter and always has been.
I felt like I had done it, I had finally repaid him just a little for getting me into this. I had put him on a good buck and got him a trophy. I was so freaking happy and excited! Wasn’t my deer, wasn’t my story, but I was STOKED!!!!
Next day or two he killed a nice mature doe as well. Saturday we butchered deer and partied like a bunch of college kids. Good times! I hope michael has a couple of pics, because I don’t.
How about you guys? Share a story of a hunt that someone else killed something and it made you crazy proud and happy.