Moved from New Mexico when I was 12 so Dad and I hunted a lot in the Lincoln national forest. Best memories of my life. Once we moved to Texas we had never heard of a paid deer lease, so we continued hunting the Davy Crockett and Sam Houston national forests. Didn't get my first real deer lease till I was in college at SHSU right outside of Huntsville. I prolly hunted 2-3 times a week after class chasing hogs. That's the only lease I've ever been on. Now that I'm not in school anymore and have a real job, I'm looking forward to getting a lease for dad and I to pick back up making memories together.
Lots of peyote and a fair number of arrowheads on the ranch back then.
My dad cooked us chicken fried venison backstrap and mac n cheese when we were lucky to have venison. The place was pretty shot out and sometimes you might not see a deer in a whole weekend of hunting.
When it was time to celebrate we stopped at Caro's in Rio Grande City for puffed tostadas and enchiladas. Good times. I'm very thankful for the experience.
When I was really young, dad did waaaay more duck hunting than deer hunting and my little brother and I tagged along a lot of the time. Dad finally got on a deer lease just outside of Graham with some of his work buddies when I was about 16 (I'm 49 now). We stayed on it for a couple of years and then he moved on to a lease south of Brady for a few years and then a lease west of Brady for 26 years. He's been hunting with me in Kimble Co. for the last 2.
The first time I got on my own deer lease I was 21 or 22. Me and a buddy got 400 acres near Hamilton for $200/ea.
Cut and Shoot Texas. We hunted their from the time I was about 10 until I was 15. I think the whole time we were there 2 does and 1 spike were taken off that lease....or something near those numbers. It was a great place to learn patience haha.
Bexar co , shavano ranch , ran both sides of 1604 from Military highway to what's now blanco rd & backed up to camp Bullis , was my dads lease but that's where I first remember being in the hunting woods
Fryburg, Louisiana. If you didn't kill a deer opening weekend you probably weren't going to get one. Poachers were nice enough to leave your stand when you showed up and leave you notes in your blind letting you know your feeder was empty. They would also wave at you after driving out of the lease after a night of spotlighting.
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