Is it still there for you? Let me start by saying I will turn 62 this coming March and I've been a hunter since 1966. My first gun was a single action 410 bolt gun and I remember my first animal like it was yesterday. October 1st, 1966, dad and I were dressed and walked outside where he loaded his .22 rifle. We were in Tensas Parish at my grandparent's home, they lived in the country and had Pecan trees everywhere. We would be hunting the woods, now known as the Tensas National Refuge, but I spotted a big fat fox squirrel in one Pecan tree and asked dad if we could hunt now. He asked sure, and I pointed out the squirrel and put a stalk on him, and moments later BANG.
As the years went by, into high school, fall would come around and during my senior year, I had enough credits to graduate and all my core classes, so it was 3 classes in the morning, 2 hour lunch period and one class after lunch. Sometimes I would miss homeroom check-in and first period because I would be in the woods. Other times, which were many, I would leave after 3rd period, go pond jumping and be back at school with a limit of ducks. Sometimes, I would even have a nutria or two, maybe even a muskrat, that I caught in a small trap line I would run.
As the years progressed, I harvested animals by different means, recurve bow, compound bow, crossbow, pistol, rifle, in-line muzzleloader, percussion cap muzzleloader, and even shot a pig once with a flintlock rifle. This year I've taken 2 deer with my 243, but it was more or less I sat in the stand and literally watched animals for hours just to see how they interact with one another and then a buck shows up and bang.
I haven't really bowhunted in several years because of shoulder, but then again, I thought I always wanted to shoot 70 pounds all the time. I'm really missing it though, thinking it would put some excitement back into hunting. There are a bunch of Pigs at the lease as well and I really miss sticking some of those with an arrow.
Anyway, that's my Saturday morning posts as I sit here drinking coffee and thinking I need to get moving and be productive today.
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As the years went by, into high school, fall would come around and during my senior year, I had enough credits to graduate and all my core classes, so it was 3 classes in the morning, 2 hour lunch period and one class after lunch. Sometimes I would miss homeroom check-in and first period because I would be in the woods. Other times, which were many, I would leave after 3rd period, go pond jumping and be back at school with a limit of ducks. Sometimes, I would even have a nutria or two, maybe even a muskrat, that I caught in a small trap line I would run.
As the years progressed, I harvested animals by different means, recurve bow, compound bow, crossbow, pistol, rifle, in-line muzzleloader, percussion cap muzzleloader, and even shot a pig once with a flintlock rifle. This year I've taken 2 deer with my 243, but it was more or less I sat in the stand and literally watched animals for hours just to see how they interact with one another and then a buck shows up and bang.
I haven't really bowhunted in several years because of shoulder, but then again, I thought I always wanted to shoot 70 pounds all the time. I'm really missing it though, thinking it would put some excitement back into hunting. There are a bunch of Pigs at the lease as well and I really miss sticking some of those with an arrow.
Anyway, that's my Saturday morning posts as I sit here drinking coffee and thinking I need to get moving and be productive today.
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