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What would you all consider your best hunting memory, or greatest hunting accomplishment?
from 4everAutumn on 12.28.12 |
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My biggest accomplishment was helping my wife kill her first deer. She was literally nine months pregnant with our second son. So I took her out to one of my honey-holes and she harvested an OLD doe. Straight white muzzle, wary, tough to kill. My wife put the hammer down on her too. Bullet placement at 75-yards was perfect, right behind the shoulder.
As I dragged the deer out, she stuck by me the whole way, carrying the rifle EVEN THOUGH I BEGGED HER to wait in the truck. As we drove out, she said the contractions were getting pretty bad... but did not go into labor, THANKFULLY.
Less than a week later she delivered a healthy baby boy. What a woman!
I have been really fortunate to have a lifetime of memories, but the best are probably witnessing my kids’ many hunting “firsts” and being able to hunt all my life with my brother. I also have great memories of hunting with my dad and cousin, but unfortunately failed to see the importance of them when they were happening. My biggest achievement was probably the 5X6 elk I shot after driving for 17 hours through a raging snowstorm with my brother.
Probably my greatest memory/accomplishment is harvesting my biggest buck to date, a 181 inch 14 pointer with a muzzleloader last season. It was a great accomplishment because it was an old, wily buck we'd been chasing for years, and it was the first time we had ever gotten a shot at him.
It was a great memory because it was the afternoon of the last day of hunting for the season, literally the 11th hour, and it was the biggest buck ever taken by a member of my family, which is something because my Dad started hunting in the 1960s.
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I have been really fortunate to have a lifetime of memories, but the best are probably witnessing my kids’ many hunting “firsts” and being able to hunt all my life with my brother. I also have great memories of hunting with my dad and cousin, but unfortunately failed to see the importance of them when they were happening. My biggest achievement was probably the 5X6 elk I shot after driving for 17 hours through a raging snowstorm with my brother.
My biggest accomplishment was helping my wife kill her first deer. She was literally nine months pregnant with our second son. So I took her out to one of my honey-holes and she harvested an OLD doe. Straight white muzzle, wary, tough to kill. My wife put the hammer down on her too. Bullet placement at 75-yards was perfect, right behind the shoulder.
As I dragged the deer out, she stuck by me the whole way, carrying the rifle EVEN THOUGH I BEGGED HER to wait in the truck. As we drove out, she said the contractions were getting pretty bad... but did not go into labor, THANKFULLY.
Less than a week later she delivered a healthy baby boy. What a woman!
Probably my greatest memory/accomplishment is harvesting my biggest buck to date, a 181 inch 14 pointer with a muzzleloader last season. It was a great accomplishment because it was an old, wily buck we'd been chasing for years, and it was the first time we had ever gotten a shot at him.
It was a great memory because it was the afternoon of the last day of hunting for the season, literally the 11th hour, and it was the biggest buck ever taken by a member of my family, which is something because my Dad started hunting in the 1960s.
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