Bucksnbears
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My very best friend (he's 83), asked to come and bowhunt this evening. He knows darn well he can hunt ANYTIME but always gives a courtesy call.
He came to my cabin at 2 p.m and hiked into a treestand about 150 yards away.
Was a surreal moment for me (emotional) sitting by my woodstove cranked up, watching out my window and watching him dissappear through the snow and 30 m.p.h. winds.
I thought he was nuts!.
10 minutes before dark, I had to leave and when I came back at 630, (1.5 hours) after legal time, I seen my tire tracks only in the fresh snow. I panicked and when I got to my cabin, I seen his trucked still parked where he left it earlier.
I was going in to get a flashlight when I heard his voice. He was behind his truck with a big mature doe gutting it.
He shot her at 5:00, tried calling me but the call didn't come through so he walked back, got his sled, went back, trailed her (short trail) and dragged her out himself.
He was spent at that time, came in and sat by the woodstove for awhile to warm up and prayed I'd show up to help load it.
We finished getting her gutted and loaded into his truck and he left for home.
I offered to come and get her into his garage and hoisted up but he was adamant he could do that himself.
For his size, (maybe 140lbs) he's the strongest man his age I know. He was a brick/ block layer for 45 years.
He's the first one I call when I shoot a deer and he is there a.s.a.p to help trail/ drag and we've been on alot of trails together over the years.
I feel/ felt terrible I wasn't with him to help him trail/ drag his out tonight.
Have and still do many hunting buddies over the years but know on compares to my old buddy Dave!
Here's a buck he shot 2 years ago out of the same stand as tonight.
He's only hunted with a recurve and longbow for 60 years and has shot truckloads of deer including some dang nice bucks, but just couldn't pull them back any longer and shoot accurately. 3 years ago, he was going to hang it up but I begged n pleaded with him to get a crossbow. Took ALOT of persuasive talk but he finally gave in and did it.
I really cant express how much this Old Fart means to me.
I wish we could all be like him or have someone like him in our lives.
He came to my cabin at 2 p.m and hiked into a treestand about 150 yards away.
Was a surreal moment for me (emotional) sitting by my woodstove cranked up, watching out my window and watching him dissappear through the snow and 30 m.p.h. winds.
I thought he was nuts!.
10 minutes before dark, I had to leave and when I came back at 630, (1.5 hours) after legal time, I seen my tire tracks only in the fresh snow. I panicked and when I got to my cabin, I seen his trucked still parked where he left it earlier.
I was going in to get a flashlight when I heard his voice. He was behind his truck with a big mature doe gutting it.
He shot her at 5:00, tried calling me but the call didn't come through so he walked back, got his sled, went back, trailed her (short trail) and dragged her out himself.
He was spent at that time, came in and sat by the woodstove for awhile to warm up and prayed I'd show up to help load it.
We finished getting her gutted and loaded into his truck and he left for home.
I offered to come and get her into his garage and hoisted up but he was adamant he could do that himself.
For his size, (maybe 140lbs) he's the strongest man his age I know. He was a brick/ block layer for 45 years.
He's the first one I call when I shoot a deer and he is there a.s.a.p to help trail/ drag and we've been on alot of trails together over the years.
I feel/ felt terrible I wasn't with him to help him trail/ drag his out tonight.
Have and still do many hunting buddies over the years but know on compares to my old buddy Dave!
Here's a buck he shot 2 years ago out of the same stand as tonight.
He's only hunted with a recurve and longbow for 60 years and has shot truckloads of deer including some dang nice bucks, but just couldn't pull them back any longer and shoot accurately. 3 years ago, he was going to hang it up but I begged n pleaded with him to get a crossbow. Took ALOT of persuasive talk but he finally gave in and did it.
I really cant express how much this Old Fart means to me.
I wish we could all be like him or have someone like him in our lives.
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