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For about the past two years now i have been taking my friend Larry out hunting with me, he has gone a few times upstate on his friends property but only here and there. I have been coaxing him these past few years to get his license as he took the archery and shotgun courses years ago but just never got his license.
It has been an up and down two years with him seeing deer but too far, not seeing anything or me putting him in the lower stand and me in the upper and vice versa and the deer always coming to me and not him. We both saw the 7pt I killed last year at dark and the next morning I went back in the upper stand and killed it, since then I have been mainly putting him up top to increase his chances even though both locations are definitely killing trees.
He bought himself a Horton Vision last year, that one with the crazy backwards limbs, and finally got his license. Yesterday started out like any other morning with me asking him which tree he wanted to go in and thankfully he said he would "just go up top" as I was gonna recommend going in the lower one because of the sh*tload of deer we been getting on that cam, we have seen a lot on the upper one including that whopper 10 but the lower one has had insane deer activity these past two and a half weeks.
So yesterday all I am seeing is tree rats and pileated's when around nine I hear what sound like a branch breaking followed a few seconds later by even more branches breaking. I go to get my bow thinking it is deer hauling ass but stopped when I didn't hear it anymore. I go to reach into my pocket to ask him if he shot and no sooner do I do that than the radio crackles with "Tango down, Tango down". I won't go into specifics but you would think I was my dad when I shot my first deer, hooting and hollering, no need for the radios now as he could hear me clear as day.
I told him to stay in the tree and I was on my way as the deer only ran 30yds of so and fell within sight, beautiful shot, a little high but regardless. He told me it started making a scrape when he zipped it, he ran, wobbled and that was all she wrote. When we got to him he was a nice fat 5pt, weighed about 105 dressed according to the scale. He was LOADED with ticks...L...O...A...D...E...D. It was like someone put him through a car wash but instead of water it was ticks, the backs of both ears are rubbed raw and to make matters worse he had them attached to his manly bits and pieces.
Congratulations my friend, it was a long time coming and I am so happy for you and glad that I was able to help you get your first, may this be the first of many more to come and may this memory of that day never fade.
The smile says it all.
Hail the vættir!!! Hail Ullr!!!
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It has been an up and down two years with him seeing deer but too far, not seeing anything or me putting him in the lower stand and me in the upper and vice versa and the deer always coming to me and not him. We both saw the 7pt I killed last year at dark and the next morning I went back in the upper stand and killed it, since then I have been mainly putting him up top to increase his chances even though both locations are definitely killing trees.
He bought himself a Horton Vision last year, that one with the crazy backwards limbs, and finally got his license. Yesterday started out like any other morning with me asking him which tree he wanted to go in and thankfully he said he would "just go up top" as I was gonna recommend going in the lower one because of the sh*tload of deer we been getting on that cam, we have seen a lot on the upper one including that whopper 10 but the lower one has had insane deer activity these past two and a half weeks.
So yesterday all I am seeing is tree rats and pileated's when around nine I hear what sound like a branch breaking followed a few seconds later by even more branches breaking. I go to get my bow thinking it is deer hauling ass but stopped when I didn't hear it anymore. I go to reach into my pocket to ask him if he shot and no sooner do I do that than the radio crackles with "Tango down, Tango down". I won't go into specifics but you would think I was my dad when I shot my first deer, hooting and hollering, no need for the radios now as he could hear me clear as day.
I told him to stay in the tree and I was on my way as the deer only ran 30yds of so and fell within sight, beautiful shot, a little high but regardless. He told me it started making a scrape when he zipped it, he ran, wobbled and that was all she wrote. When we got to him he was a nice fat 5pt, weighed about 105 dressed according to the scale. He was LOADED with ticks...L...O...A...D...E...D. It was like someone put him through a car wash but instead of water it was ticks, the backs of both ears are rubbed raw and to make matters worse he had them attached to his manly bits and pieces.
Congratulations my friend, it was a long time coming and I am so happy for you and glad that I was able to help you get your first, may this be the first of many more to come and may this memory of that day never fade.
The smile says it all.
Hail the vættir!!! Hail Ullr!!!
