Everyone has a special place of a particular hunt that’s just vivid in your memory, or I know I do. It determines your future hunts, on going back there, with the same people around the same time to try to replicate that exact moment that is etched in you forever. So what/when was your hunt that still feels like it was yesterday? Who were you with? Why did it mean that much to you? Inches of bone that hit the ground mean a lot, but I truly believe these particular hunts, are the reason we do what we do. The fellowship that goes hand in hand with the hunting camp. The way a camp is brought to life when someone does kill a animal. Don’t get me wrong, I love to grow and hunt big deer and will continue to do it, but as Like many of you there’s a lot more than you can even put into words. It can be whatever you want, a single hunt, a hunting trip, or a whole season.
My hunt’s like many of yours will be, it’s hard to just say one.
A hunt in December of 2016 sure sticks with me. My good buddy, my dad and I all headed to the lease in San Angelo. We were greeted with snow and sleet upon arrival, Thursday night. Our first morning I shot a good management 8, and my dad also shot one of the biggest hogs I have seen anywhere I have hunted. A double kill made for an awesome first morning. The next few days we shot a few does and maybe a few more pigs. My dad saw one of our bigger end no shoot list bucks. I can vividly remember him sending me pictures, trying to get him older anyway he could!
We ate good, watched some good football, and just relaxed as the next few days went by. We setup new stands, filled feeders, and just got ready for the spring and summer. There wasn’t a moster killed, or a lot of deer taken, it was just an awesome weekend out west.
Another was a trip to Illinois with my grandad. We took the trip to Adams county Illinois at the end of October. It was warm that week, and only had one deer come into camp. My grandad tuned into one of the locals. He went and watched a high school football game while I hunted and just enjoyed seeing new country.
We spent the nights talking to other hunters from all over the country, and heard some awesome hunting stories. He doesn’t get away much and I could tell he enjoyed himself, as I did too. I didn’t kill anything, but that’s a hunting trip I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Here’s a few pics I have of the 2016 hunt. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures of the hunt with my grandad. Looking back on the past hunts sure has me eager for the future, and what experiences I will have in the brush!
My hunt’s like many of yours will be, it’s hard to just say one.
A hunt in December of 2016 sure sticks with me. My good buddy, my dad and I all headed to the lease in San Angelo. We were greeted with snow and sleet upon arrival, Thursday night. Our first morning I shot a good management 8, and my dad also shot one of the biggest hogs I have seen anywhere I have hunted. A double kill made for an awesome first morning. The next few days we shot a few does and maybe a few more pigs. My dad saw one of our bigger end no shoot list bucks. I can vividly remember him sending me pictures, trying to get him older anyway he could!
We ate good, watched some good football, and just relaxed as the next few days went by. We setup new stands, filled feeders, and just got ready for the spring and summer. There wasn’t a moster killed, or a lot of deer taken, it was just an awesome weekend out west.
Another was a trip to Illinois with my grandad. We took the trip to Adams county Illinois at the end of October. It was warm that week, and only had one deer come into camp. My grandad tuned into one of the locals. He went and watched a high school football game while I hunted and just enjoyed seeing new country.
We spent the nights talking to other hunters from all over the country, and heard some awesome hunting stories. He doesn’t get away much and I could tell he enjoyed himself, as I did too. I didn’t kill anything, but that’s a hunting trip I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Here’s a few pics I have of the 2016 hunt. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures of the hunt with my grandad. Looking back on the past hunts sure has me eager for the future, and what experiences I will have in the brush!
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