Wednesday, October 17, 2007

memories-- My Last Post

This is to be my last post to all the bloggers out there reading them. It's finally come down to my giving up hunting for good as of this weekend I'll be pulling all my stands out of the woods and selling them sometime after the first of the year along with all my hunting equipment. At this time I would like to thank everyone who has visited my sites and those of you who have left comments. I will continue to visit everyones sites till the first of the year at which time my websites will be deleted and I'll sign off blogger for good. Again thank you for visiting my sites and best of luck hunting this year. David Voyles aka Deerslayer

Wednesday, October 10, 2007


It's my birthday today and I'm only 27 years old. I'm not planning on doing anything after work today including writing (sorry folks).birthday on October 11.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Hunting-- A renewed Memory of the Past

On my other site I wrote about the problems of wild stray dogs and atv's hurting my hunting trips. Back in the old days I remember that atv's were just a way to get to the field or woods and never rode into the woods while hunting season was on except to retrieve a deer but not today folks,today youths ride just about anywhere they feel like it without regards to the hunters in the woods. As for the wild stray dogs I can remember being out hunting ans shooting any dog that didn't belong to the land owner( per his permission) as they were chasing and killing his livestock. I have shot dogs at 250-300 yards away just for this reason and looks like I may get the chance to do so again come rifle season. Stray dogs become a hunters and farmers worst enemy and for this reason I do take them out every chance I get. I've had deer chased by dogs and decided to shot the dogs first over the deer which helped improve my hunting farmlands and helped the farmers livestock as well. My theory on dogs in the field or woods is "If you see them in the woods, leave them in the woods".

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Hunting With Young Adults

As many of you know I consider juveniles or youths "Young Adults" but this never even entered my mind until I started writing on the Internet. I've done alot of hunting with the young adults around the community were I growed up but have slowed down since moving here to White County, Tennessee. If you have been reading my other site and you look at my last post you'll see that I am about ready to give up on hunting altogether. Now that's not to say that my hunting career has come to an end what I am thinking about doing is working with the young adults of the communities around my area and possibly taking up a new aspect of hunting. One that will still enable me to be active in the woods and fields but will also help our heritage to survive longer and better then it has in a long time. I'm considering the possibility of maybe becoming a " Hunter Education Certification Officer " for the "State of Tennessee". Though this probably won't happen this year it is something that I've been considering for some time now as there are a great many young adults out there today that can't get the certification before the season due to the dates or transportation or no parent/buddy with the time for the classes. I may still hunt some of the time but this seems like a far better way of preserving our heritage for the young adults.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Memories of My Dad

My dad has been one of the most influential, outstanding, and knowledgeable men in my life as I grew up and to this day. I've seen him do things that would have been thought impossible with almost nothing to work with and in the most unbelievable places. I guess the memories that stick out most in my life of my dad would be back when I was around 8 or 9 years old. On almost every Sunday morning when we would all get up the first thing we would do is, us boys would go out with a coffee can to hunt for worms while mom would fix a big breakfast. As soon as everyone ate breakfast we would load all the fishing gear into dad's old 68 Chevy truck and head down to one of the rivers close to home for a morning of fishing. It didn't matter where we went fishing though cause we all enjoyed just been out away from home relaxing along the riverbank taking in the scenery,playing in the cool water and spending time with dad.Dad would always try his best to make sure that everyone of us boys would at least catch one fish before we would leave for home. When we would get home it would be us boys that would clean the fish we had caught and that's what we would usually eat for supper Sunday night.Fresh fish,homemade hush puppies and homemade french fries with homemade tartar sauce, man what a meal that would be(can you taste it?). After returning home and cleaning the fish ,us boys would get several of our friends to come over for a few games of football and dad would fire up the grill for some big fat hamburgers for lunch while watching us play football. In the fall I remember dad taking me squirrel hunting to a place behind this old country church with nothing but big hickory nut trees behind it and we would still hunt with our 22 rifles cause mom didn't like any wild game that had been shot with a shotgun( she didn't like picking buckshot or the hair from her meat). As I grew older I practiced with the 22 and got good enough to shot rabbit sitting or running just for mom. Dad was always there to help me work on my truck regardless of what I was doing to it and would always tell me I was doing things the hard way then show me the easy way of fixing it(and he's still there helping me out whenever I need him today).My dad has alot of health problems today and most he doesn't even tell mom about or go get checked by the doctors but he still gets around fairly well for a man to be 83 years old. I don't do funerals very well and don't like to think about his passing coming anytime soon. Mom's health is bad and dad takes care of her really well, I only fear that when one goes they both will go at the same time due to the closeness of their companionship as I have seen all to many end up the same way.God help me when this day comes.

Monday, September 3, 2007

The Cook Shack Question

Gabby at the cook shack had this one and I thought it was worth reviving for a second glance see what you think. How many do you remember ?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall. Real ice boxes.Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
Count all the ones that you remember, NOT the ones you were told about ! Your ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6 Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines8. Newsreels before the movie9. P.F. Flyers 10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16 Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young.
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older.
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt !

I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.

Don't forget to pass this along !!

Especially to all your really OLD friends....

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Back In The Saddle Writing Again

I'm back in the saddle writing again as I think I have the accident insurance company going my way now and I have the grandson's getting ready for hunting season but as for my stands I've decided to leave them where they are this year and give it another go in the same place cause I was told by a good ole boy that where I'm hunting is exactly where he has seen a really big buck running to as an escape route when hunting season begins every year and besides that there's plenty of large acorn trees around the section of woods I'll be hunting that my grandson's and I can use as cover with help from my camouflage material and the brush which should be good practice for them on masking their scent. I spent the weekend with my family members who came up from Alabama and drank homemade muscadine wine while playing volleyball and cooking out which was really surprising cause I didn't think I could still get around on the court any more(but I can,and did). So now I've been sitting here at my computer since 6:00p.m. reading post,writing comments and sending e-mails to a few of the group and finding some new sites one of which I've added to my links which some of you may like to check out. His site is at and he writes about his travels to various places trout fishing. He lives in my neighboring town and we are planning either a creek wading fishing trip or a float trip for smallmouth and largemouth bass then possibly try some of the streams around home which I'm told has some pretty good trout fishing in also. Anyway check his site out when you get time and give him a great welcome to our outdoor society group.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Memories On Hold

Okay my writing is alittle slow now days and with deer season coming upon me and two grandsons who wants me to take them hunting this year and stands that need moving around I just might have to put my writings on hold for awhile, but don't worry about me cause somewhere in all this camotion I try to find time to keep everybody updated and visit as many of you as I can. For now though this will probably be the last writing I do for awhile till things slow down for me. Everyone stay safe out there this yearand have a great year hunting. Oh yeah I almost forgot if I can download it from the newspaper I'll post my truck which made front page in our little town paper.Yes I was in an accident Friday morning and luckily I'm alright but my truck is gone and right now I'm waiting to see what his insurance is going to do about it. Right now they gave me a 2007 silverado to drive till they settle with me. My son-in-law was also in the truck with me and he to is alright we were both checked out at the hospital and released.You may want to enlarge the article if you want to read it.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Unloaded Guns-- Just a Memory

This was so many years ago I can't remember the year, however I was still young at heart and full of hunting ideas by the time hunting season came along that year. A good friend of mine ( Mike Matthews ) and I decided to go to a cabin I had access to in Manchester, Tennessee. We left out for the cabin on Friday afternoon and I described the 400 acre farm as best I could to Mike as we traveled. Mike took everything in except the part where I told him to load his gun as soon as we got into the field. As luck would have it we jumped two big bucks out of the creek bed as we drove back to the cabin in the middle of the farm. These two bucks ran across the road in front of us went across and over the hillside before either of us could get out and load our guns for a shot. We followed the bucks carefully over the top of the ridge hoping for a shot at at least one of the bucks but they had both eluded us that evening. We made it to the cabin, had supper, stoked the wood stove for the night and went fast asleep with hopes of taking a buck the next morning. Before daylight Mike and I got up and discussed where we were both going to hunt. Mike decided to hunt the same area as the two bucks where in the evening before and I decided to hunt behind the cabin up on the ridge top. By the time we were ready to leave the cabin we had 6-8 inches of snow on the ground and flurries still coming down. The ridge top I was going to hunt was so steep I had to pull myself up the hill by the barbed wire fence at the property line. Once I reached the top I sat down by a large oak tree and waited for about 2 hours before deciding to give my grunt call a try.With just three grunts of my call a nice ten point came over one side of the ridge and down the other before I could even rise my gun. I got up looked over the side of the hill for the buck but he was gone or hiding in the brush very well and not about to move from his cover. As I returned to the cabin I found Mike still had not returned so being worried that he may be lost in the snow covered woods I began easing my way through the woods to where Mike had told me he would be hunting. As I got close to his stand area I found Mike on the third ridge from his stand looking carefully across the fields below him. By now it was 12:30 p.m. and I got to Mike and ask where all the deer were. He explained that he hadn't seen anything all morning and just then we both spotted something crossing the field below us. I scoped it out and it was a skunk which in those woods were notorious for having rabies. I decided to shoot the skunk just in case and burned it by the cabin then buried it across the stream. We discussed our options of hunting the evening and next day or going back home to hunt there. We decided to go home so we loaded up the Volkswagen and slid on out toward home with nothing to show for the trip except a great memory to talk about for years to come and pass on to our children/ grandchildren. Thanks Mike Matthews for one more memory for my collection.

Friday, July 20, 2007

When I Was Young

Some thirty years ago I happened across a friend (Ricky Duke), his brother (Steve Duke) and their father(Charlie Duke) who took me into their home and treated me as though I was one of the family members. We became so close that it didn't matter what time of night I showed up at their house they would start cooking something and it didn't matter what it was everybody ate and got full as ticks on cedars( and that's pretty full in case you don't know). Charlie taught me the proper way to hold and shoot my bow and Ricky would practice with me till we got tired or we would go hunting for some kind of wild game.Everlyn(Charlies wife) was always telling a funny story and Granny(Everlyn's mother) was the cook for everyone that came by and there wasn't anything that she couldn't cook that didn't taste great. I hunted for two years before I learned from the best there was and it was then that I started taking deer with every kind of weapon I owned and anything I borrowed from the Duke family. Steve was a walking encyclopedia on deer hunting and was very instrumental in providing me with all the information I needed to take deer anytime of the season I wanted. Sherry Duke( Charlies daughter) was always helpful in the kitchen and she enjoyed every one's company that came by to visit. As the years went by I became alittle distant to the Duke family and have moved five counties away and never seem to have time now to go visit. I have however found out that Granny, Everlyn and Charlie have all pasted away now without my knowing it and Steve has come down with a illness which is taking a heavy toll on him as well. Hopefully before to long I'll be able to go visit them again but it will never be the same without the whole family there together. I guess when your young you take to many things for granted that things will last you your whole lifetime but this story just goes to show you that nothing last forever and sometimes it's short lived. The Duke family has given me so many memories throughout my time with them that I think of them almost daily. There'll be more stories on the Duke family but for this story I'd like to dedicate this one to all the Dukes including Charlie, Everlyn and Granny even though it's abit late for them. Thanks everyone for allowing me to remember a family that means so much to me and remember nothing last forever so cherish every moment you have with your loved ones and friends.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Lend a Helping Hand

Some of you have sent me e-mails requesting that I update my site with a new posting so this is it. Every now and then there comes a time in our lives when everything just piles up on us and we feel like no matter what we do we just can't get things to go the right way for ourselves. Well I'm at that point now but have decided that everything will work out for the best if I just let it happen as time allows. I've got more work around the home front then I could do in 5 years, my home is turned upside down by my grown children living with me and my wife, and my health is slowly fading away as I grow older but everything will work itself out as life goes on. Life is to short to worry about what will happen if the work doesn't get done, the children stay with you until eternity or your health rapidly deteriorates to a point that you can't do any of the things you used to do when you were young. When you reach this point sit down at home take some time to think of the world as a whole ( not just yourself) and then look at the world around yourself. I think you'll find out that your neighbors are in just as bad a shape as you are and they probably have the same problems or worst. Now think what would happen if everyone actually got out and helped their neighbors work their farmlands as they did back in the old days. Life's little problems come at you fast but with the help of others everything will work out for the best in the end. Just for one whole day forget about everything you have to do around your place and go help a neighbor with his work. Set it up with your teenage children to help a neighbor at least one day a week and see what a dramatic change in every ones life this will create. Now-a-days neighbors don't socialize like they used to due mainly to the fact that there's to must work to be done on their own farm and they don't have time for socializing. Try my suggestion and see how happy you make your neighbors then if things work out as they should the favor will be returned to you ten fold. Think of the way things used to be in the old days then think of how they have changed to today's world, there's a big difference but there doesn't have to be. We can all make things easier just by lending a helping hand. Problems cause stress on everyone but stress can be relieved just by lending a helping hand. Time away from your problems can actually relieve your stress so do something for yourself and help a neighbor out today the rewards will be great.

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Cost of Hunting/Fishing License

Why is it that the cost of our Hunting/Fishing license keep going up and up and every year there are more license to buy for the different types of hunting you wish to do.It seems as though every time a new type of equipment is allowed to be hunted with you have to buy a different type of license to use it.I can remember when you could buy just a hunting license and hunt anything you wanted from squirrel to bear to deer, wild hogs, dove, pigeons, coyotes, skunk, beaver, bobcat, fox and the list goes on and it didn't matter what you hunted with. Now days you have to buy a different license to hunt just about every game animal and a different license for the different types weapons you use to hunt them. Stop and think about it a minute and you'll realize like I do that every license cost more and more every year and you really get less and less every year for your money. Deer hunting used to be that you could kill 4 bucks whether it was all at once or one at a time and now you have to kill your bucks one at a time and check it in before killing another one. When this idea was put into effect I told game and fish agents that that was just going to bring about more poaching cause if I got the chance to kill all 4 bucks in one morning of hunting that's what I would do, the agent told me just don't get caught. The opportunity never has happened for me to shoot 4 bucks in one morning but it could have if conditions were right. Anyway they keep creating more licenses to buy and don't give you anything else for your money, so why keep separating the license? Why not go back to the old days and let you purchase one license for everything you hunt with for one price and be done with it. Recurve bows, compound bows and crossbows should all be under one license as should rifles and muzzle loaders and pistols. Are they scared someone is going to get one over on them or not buy the right type license for the type hunting they are doing, if so then my solution would cure all the problems and still create the revenue they are looking to get for individual licenses sales. It seems to me that the only thing Game and Fish agencies are interested in is the money they can make from separating all the different types of licenses and charging more each year. They have all these wardens on the road but do you ever see any of them in the field checking the license they sell ? no and do you know why -its because they don't want to get shot. They carry guns now days because some agents have been shot in the field but the fact remains that the agents would rather have the hunters find and report the poachers for them before they do anything about it. Sure you see and hear stories about a poacher being caught but that is by pure accident and is usually someone that really does need the food for his family to eat. We have the wardens to put in the field but do you know how many of them are really in the fields and woods checking licenses ? none that I know of , their always at the checking stations drinking coffee and feeding their faces when they should be out at 4:00 a.m. watching and checking hunters going into the fields and woods before the hunt. This is how our money should be used, not raising fish that can spawn for themselves if left alone to do so. I agree there are some species that need our help but not as many as the agencies would have you think. It's all part of a plot to undermine the hunters into spending more and more money until they finally realize that hunting cost way to much as does fishing, camping and any other outdoor activity we do. Camping now days is by reservation only and on a first come first serve basis and with a limited number of campsites. Just remember the next license you purchase could be your last license and Hunting/Fishing could be gone forever. Check into your local wildlife agency and find out just what exactly your money is being used for and then ask yourself and the agency if any of the money could be used for saving wild game before it's slaughtered.The agencies are heading in the wrong direction and they need our help in guiding them down the right path t5o saving our wildlife for future generations,and higher cost to the hunters/fisher people/outdoors people is not the answer we should expect. If you have regular meetings with the wildlife agencies in your area just ask two simple questions while the meeting is being held--- "Why is it the cost of our licenses keep going up but we see no results from the money to compensate us for the rising cost and why is it poachers can't be apprehended before entering the fields and woods and slaughtering our wild game, if their poachers they have no license so they have no need to be in the woods with weapons for taking our wild game.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

No Escape, Tag Your It.

Okay Othmar you got me on this one so here goes everything I've got for this meme. Everybody we've started a sort of game to help get everyone alittle more acquainted with everyone else and learn alittle about each other.the rules of this meme are as follows. Players start with 8 random facts (true) about themselves. Those of us that are tagged should then post these rules and their 8 random facts. Players should then tag and notify 8 other people who should then follow the rules of the game. It's simple ,it's fun and it's interactive with everyone. This being said and done I can now get to the facts about me so here I go. Fact # 1. Even though I don't have much time for them ,I enjoy just about all sports so long as I'm a particiapant (not on television). Fact # 2. I enjoy spending all my free time with my wife, who is also my best friend and trustworthy companion. Fact # 3. I would really like to retire early on a big farm or ranch with game running plentiful everywhere. Fact # 4. I don't get to spend as much time on the internet ( namely my blog visiting my friends) as I would like too. Fact # 5. I love watching moives about Indians,westerns,horror and of coarse hunting shows. Fact # 6. I'm always looking for a way to make money whether on the internet or around home even though it's not easy to do this most of the time. Fact # 7. Health problems prevent me from doing alot of things I enjoy now-a-days and most things I do I have to do at a slow pace. Fact # 8. Last and final one so here it is. I'm a very patient person about everything I do and will wait for long periods of time for things I really want' but like everyone patience runs thin on everything eventually. Okay now that thats over with on to my list of tags, so here it is folksand if your one of the lucky ones please respond asap and thanks for keeping us going with this. #1. # 2. # 3. # 4. # 5. 6. # 7. # 8. I apologize to everyone and am very sorry for the time away everyone but I've had alot of problems with my computer programs and logging-in to them which should be fixed now I hope so everything is good and back to normal for now.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Turkey's everywhere

It was a early spring morning somewhere around 1982 and I remember that my hunting partner Ricky Duke had to work on the opening day of turkey season. I on the other hand had the weekend off and headed for the woods early this particular morning in search of the illusive wild turkey. Ricky and I had been scouting this area for about 3 weeks now and seen some very impressive gobblers, so we felt sure we would be able to take one of them come opening day. As I arrived at the site I had chosen it was still plenty dark enough for me to get into the woods and prepare myself for the long mornings wait. No one else had arrived at the site so I knew I had a great chance of taking my bird. As the sun began to slowly peak over the mountain tops and ridges, the woods began to brighten up so I could see and I could tell everything around me was beginning to come to life. The squirrels were playing in the trees and on the ground, the birds were singing and the wind was slightly whispering across the land. I seen it was time to begin my first wave of calls and just as I let off a gobble on my box call a big gobbler was roosted directly over me and flew out to the ground approximately 120 yards away from me. Seeing this as my opportunity, I gave off a few clucks and purrs with my mouth diagram. The large tom answered as did two more in the area and the game was on. I clucked a couple times more and the gobblers gobbled and came closer. Finally one big gobbler came in close enough for me to get ready for a shot when he came in in full strut and drumming like a band core major in full swing. It was a beautiful site just to watch but after a moment I remembered I was hunting turkey now not scouting and quickly regained my thoughts of the hunt. As I raised my shotgun for a shot at the big tom I could see that he wasn't really interested in me but was in reality heading for a group of hens that had came in just below me in a road bed. Despite all the clucking and purring I did the tom just wasn't interested in me and continued heading for the hens till I decided to try running the hens off. Unfortunately for me it also ran the big tom off before I could get a shot so I spent the rest of the morning hunting another tom turkey. needless to say this particular day ended as many of my turkey hunting days have without anything but memories to talk about. I've hunted turkey for five years before giving up on the thought of ever taking one of these smart birds but now the thought returns and maybe one day I'll be lucky enough to take a trophy gobbler before my passing.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Hunting Early Morning Deer

The third weekend of rifle season had arrived and I was ready for a break from work. I got up early on Saturday morning and was ready to go kill a deer but had to stop first and pick up one of my hunting buddies. I stopped and got James Flowers and as we drove to the farm I had pick out to hunt I explained which stands we would be hunting in and the direction the deer should be moving from. We got to the farm and I got James set in his stand then told him I would be back in about 15-25 minutes.As I went to my stand, which was further back on the farm, I could tell it was a good day for the deer to move and figured that I should see deer early coming to the persimmon trees by my stand. Getting to my stand and having gotten set up just as the sun was starting to come up, I spotted movement in the woods to my left. Not able to see the deers head I grabbed my rifle and got ready for a shot when it stepped out into an opening and I seen horns. I hesitated for a moment then squeezed the trigger and the buck was mine. A fine 5 pointer with a heavy body which ran 20 steps before falling into a tree top and dying. I tagged the deer then drug it about half way back toward the truck before deciding to let James help me finish getting it to the truck. I walked slowly down to where James was and found him still looking for a buck to come out into the field but so far only does had shown up. We sat for awhile longer then decided to give up for the morning,went and got my deer to the truck and off to the checking station we went. That was probably the fastest hunt I've ever had and I attribute that to my pre-season scouting and timing of the deer herd. Knowing the area,the food availability,the weather and the movement of the herd all come together for this hunt to end up with a great memory with another of my past hunting buddies.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Something Different-- 78 lb Flathead

Well just alittle something different for a change,this time its fishing not hunting as usual. Five years ago my good fishing buddy and I went out setting limb lines and jugs one evening and checking them throughout the night. We caught a few nice catfish but it wasn't until the next morning that we came in with a nice 78 lb flathead catfish which took just about 25 minutes to get into the net.Jugs and limb lines can be fun but the real fun is discovering what is on the other end of the line when you have a fish or turtle on. Turtles are good eating too folks. Don't get me wrong I love fishing with rod and reels but I enjoy jug fishing just as much.Spring is here now and my writing my suffer alittle cause my wife and I love camping on the water almost every weekend from the time it gets warm out at night to the fall. One more thing about fishing or hunting as far as this goes " it's a great way to relief any stress a body may have" and you can meet some really great people while have so much fun and relaxation too.

Hanging Stands---- Grandchildren Onboard

Last year as I prepared to go finalize my scouting and hang my deer stands some of my 13 grandchildren come by to visit. Their parents never had the time to take them hunting nor the interest to go themselves.The grandchildren wanted to go with me so I cleared it with the parents and away we went to the woods. I had the grandchildren with me and as I arrived at the woods and explained alittle bit about scouting and hanging your stands for hunting season.We soon got into the area where I had chosen to hunt and began looking for old rubs and checking the trails for fresh signs of deer movement. It wasn't look before I found a good rub trail through the area and showed it to the grandchildren. I explained why the bucks rub their antlers on the trees and told them to look for the best tree that would offer protection from the deer seeing them in the stand. Upon picking out the best tree, we began hanging the stand around the tree and setting it up for the upcoming season which was only 4 weeks away. Once the stand was hung and prepared we began to head back to the truck and I took this opportunity to give the grandchildren a lesson in findind your way through the woods to your stand in the dark. I explained they needed to figure out the lay of the land, look at the tree tops, remember road beds and to check at night the stars and the sunset and moon ,any lights visible from the tree stand and anything else they thought might help them to find their way through the woods without a flashlight to and from their stand. Flashlights will scare the deer off as you go to your stand in early morning hours. I also trimmed limbs and branches from trees and bushes as I walked back to the truck to make access to my stand quiter going and coming to my stand. As we arrived at the truck we took time then to talk about the entire outting and to find out if they had decided to make hunting a part of their life long journey. Almost all my grandchildren today want to go hunting with me but none of them have the way to go get their hunter education certificate and I work where I can't take them to get it. The outting was a complete success and we all had allot of fun exploring the woods together.The grandchildren got allot of useful experience for future use of hunting and I got my stands put up for the future hunting seasons till I decide to move them again.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

A Farm Worth Hunting in Tennessee

It was gun season in November and the alarm went off at 3:30 a.m. which is when I normally get up to go hunting. As I began to get out of bed I realized it was raining,just as predicted by the weather channel. I thought to myself "do I really feel like going out in the rain, getting soaked to the bone and probably not seeing anything or stay in bed and sleep all morning." so I laid there for another 45 minutes then got up and went hunting in a drizzle rain to a stand I had at the edge of some large oak trees with thick brush behind them. Probably 30 minutes went by when I began to hear something playing on the ground behind me. I thought it was probably squirrels play but then realized there were no squirrels out in this rain this morning. I slowly picked up my 25-0-6 remington bolt action rifle turned ever so slowly on my stand and there just 15 steps from the tree was 9 does and a small 5 point buck feeding on the acorns that were buried under the leaves that had fallen. I decided to go ahead and try to take the buck even though he was small. As luck was with me this day the deer stayed in the area just long enough for the buck to present a nice broadside shot to me. I tagged the buck then went to the landowners house, where my truck was parked, and the landowner came out asking if I had seen anything. I told him of the buck I had shot and he wanted to take his John Deere 4020 tractor to get the buck out of the field and to my truck. I agreed, we got the buck to my truck and I offered him some or all of the buck once it was dressed out and packaged. He said he would love to have some of the deer meat if it was all right with me.I explained that I loved the sport of the hunt and that his farm was always full of deer if he ever wanted to go along and that he was welcome to any of the meat he wanted. He told me he was too busy with his farming and too old to go hunting anymore but appreciated the offer and that I was welcome to hunt his farmland anytime I wanted without an invite. I have since looked after his livestock, repaired fences and gates and shot stray wild dogs on his farm. This landowner will always be remembered by me for as long as I live as a down to earth, hard working, generous dairy farmer with a respect for the people who help him. Thank you Earl McCrary for living an honest respectable live as a farmer and thanks for the many memories of hunting on your farmland.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Memories of a buck of a lifetime.

I was working third shift at a printing company and had been talking to some of the guys there about deer hunting.One of the guys wanted to go along with me so we decided to go after work this particular night. Work was finally over so we loaded up our hunting gear and headed out to my father-in-laws farm where I had taken a couple of does during archery season but now it was gun season and time to go for some horns if you know what I mean. Anyway we arrive at the farm just before daylight,grabbed our gear and head for the stands I had put up before archery season. One was overlooking a couple of hay fields and a small dry weather creek bed and the other was overlooking a blackberry thicket with a bush hogged trail straight thru the middle of it and deer trails running everywhere across the thicket. Long about 6:30 a.m. I had a really nice 16 point buck with massive horns come up behind me to within 10 yards of my stand. But as luck would have it the buck sensed something wasn't right turned and trotted back up the thick wooded trail to safety. Two steps more and this buck would have been mine but unfortunately the cedar tree I was using for background cover prevented me from getting the shot of my lifetime. Ten minutes later I spotted a herd of deer moving across the edge of the field down below me next to the dry creek bottom and heading toward the stand James was in. As I waited for James to take the shot I anticipated the direction the deer would retreat to safety and figured I might get a shot myself if James missed. Ten minutes and no shot but just then a big doe came bouncing across my blackberry thicket and I knew what was following her so I quickly grabbed my 243 caliber Winchester rifle and realized I had no place for to steady the gun so I quickly wrapped the sling around my arm, took careful aim figured the buck was approximately 250 yards and as I got ready to squeeze the trigger the buck turned straight away from me. Realizing the only shot I had was right up the bum hole I again sighted across the top of the bucks back squeezed the trigger and the buck went down like someone was behind him and pushed him. I climbed down went around the field to my buck and seen I had taken a very nice wide 8 pointer with 13 inches between the main beams and three inch brow tines. I tagged my buck then took my gear to the truck and found James asleep in the truck.I woke James,we got my buck out of the field,loaded it up,went and checked it in then the real work began, cleaning, dressing and packaging the deer for the freezer and of coarse as always tenderloin and homemade biscuits. hmm hmm good. Though I missed a buck of my lifetime I still had a big smile on my face with the 8 pointer I took and the memories of the hunt. Thanks James for letting this one come on to me while you slept in the truck.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Hunting - Another memory to read.

It was the middle of November during gun season and I was working from 7:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. and was thinking all day of going deer hunting after work. I thought all day till I got off work where I wanted to hunt but the problem was that it had been raining all day with 10 - 15 m.p.h. winds. I got off work headed to one of my favorite hunting sites and as I drove there it came to me just where it would be that I would hunt for the rest of the evening. I parked in an old barnyard road bed and walked back approximately 400 yards crossed the fence after seeing another hunter and crossed the field to a elm tree on the corner with a cedar tree next to it which gave me some cover from the elements ( rain and wind ) and cover from the deer spotting me. After settling in to my tree for the evening I watched the field and the grown up cedar tree thicket next to me for any movement as darkness quickly came upon me. As luck would have it about 40 minutes after I settled into the tree two doe's and a nice buck was spotted running across the open field toward the cedar thicket.The deer came from where I had seen the other hunter and I couldn't figure why this hunter didn't attempt to shoot the buck but was glad for whatever the reason was. I raised my 35 caliber rifle a squeezed a shot which hit just under the bucks feet. The buck turned heading down the fence row and I knew it was going to cross the fence into the cedar thicket where it would disappear possibly forever from me,so I quickly reloaded for a second shot. I knew the buck was almost at the low spot in the fence where they had been crossing and I had to be fast. As I drew the scope across the top of the bucks back I again squeezed the trigger and the buck then turned running back across the field where it laid down in a small patch a tall sage brush. I watched the sage brush patch for 5-10 minutes then quickly got down out of my tree and began walking toward the sage patch.As I got close enough to the patch to see the buck I realized he was dead and then looked to admire his rack and at first glance took it to be a nice 6 point but then seen it was a great 8 point with a rack that matched one I had taken two years earlier just one field back from where I was. I also noticed a bullet hole in the bucks backbone area but no bone was there just the spinal cord hanging in between both sections which puzzled me as to how this buck could run or even walk with this kind of hole in it's backbone. I later found out that a friend of mine had shot a big buck at some 350 yards and knew he had hit it but was unable to find the buck until he saw my buck and told me that was the buck he had shoot the weekend before I had killed it. Unbelievable what deer can go though to survive but that's what makes us memories isn't it?

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Hunting- Memories of the past

It was the 2nd week of January 1985. A 6-8 inch snow on the ground and a break in the weather. A friend of mine (Jim Thomas ) and I had either sex whitetail deer permits for Rutherford County, Tennessee. 3:30 a.m. on a saturday morning we began our 20 mile journey to try to fill our deer permits. As we drove down the road I began explaining the terrain to Jim as this was to be Jim's first deer if he could find and make the shot placement count.The road trip was very treacherous due to snow and ice covering the road. When we finally reached our destination,we got geared up just as the sun was beginning to rise. We began slowly moving across fields, through thickets and through the woods in search of our prey as we decided to spot and stalk our first day. After approximately 1 1/2 hours of hunting we spotted 5 deer coming out of some cedar tree fields and into an open Johnson grass field. We were at 200 yards and Jim quickly decided to allow me 1st shot at filling my deer permit. I quickly knelt down raised my 6 mm Remington bolt action rifle, put the cross hairs of my 3x9x40mm Bushnell scope on the top of the deers shoulder and easily squeezed the trigger. Though I was hoping for a 300+ yard shot, the 200 yard shot with my 6 mm rifle was just to easy and I soon was filling out my tag for placement on the deer I had just taken. It was then time to find Jim a deer to fill his tag with. Jim helped me get my deer on my shoulders and we began a large circle back to the jeep. When we got to the jeep we headed to another farm which joined the farm we had just hunted. WE geared up and headed out across the fields again. By now it was around 9:00 a.m. and as we crossed the first field we spotted three deer crossing a gate opening between the 2nd and 3rd field which was estimated by me to be about 350 yards. Jim debated for a second and decided it was too far of a shot for him and wanted to move closer. I advised against it but he insisted,so we began moving closer and just as I predicted the deer spotted us and ran off before Jim could get the shot. By 9:30 a.m. we had moved into a wooded road bed and was heading back toward the jeep. Once again we spotted a group of deer walking through some very thick brush and trees and Jim was still unable to get a shot. We got to the jeep and decided to give it another try on Sunday morning but as we drove around the ice covered road three deer crossed infront of us and stopped in a gully bottom just passed a fallen tree in a brair patch. Jim stopped the jeep, observed the deer which began feeding out from behind the fallen tree and decided to try for a shot. He stepped out of the jeep with my 6 mm rifle,slipped ever so slowly over a low spot in the barbed wire fence, and using a sapling to steady himself took careful aim. I, still in the jeep observing the deer, was whispering instructions to Jim and hoping for his shot. Jim then squeezed the trigger and his deer dropped like a rock. I climbed out of the jeep, crossed the fence, congratulated Jim on a fine shot which was at 175 yards dead on and we slowly walked to Jim's deer lying in the snow. Before Jim approached the deer, I instructed Jim not to disturb the snow around the deer but to walk up to the head and neck area from behind it. Jim followed my instruction, I ask him to kneel down and hold up the deers head, at which time I then took a photograph of Jim and his first deer. Jim took many more photos of this deer but none will give him the memories of this hunt as the one I took while in the field just after the shot made. This was one of my best memories of many throughout my hunting lifetime of over 30+ years and I hope many more to come "God willing ". So now leave me a comment and an address so I and others can read some of your memories.