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was in the paper

This is one abby and I where in the stand that I shot.2006


This is abby's buck she shot at 100yards in 07 at 8years old.

Abby's is better than yours, ha ha. They are both great deer and cudo's to you for spending such quality time with her. Can't wait till mine are old enough.

My first mountable racked buck.



Youngest son's first deer.


Middle son's first deer.


Lottery Muzzleloader hunt.. all 4 of us killed the first day.





This years Lottery Muzzleloader hunt.

Great deer!! My best with a bow is 136 3/8 P&Y.
Hope you do as well this in 2009.

I was fortunate enough over the Christmas holidays to have my daughter home from school long enough to do a little hunting with me. As luck would have it we both took a buck on the same afternoon, from the same stand.

Congrats to both of you, nothing like double teaming them.. and some good father/daughter time spent together.. Those memories will last forever.

This is not a recent pic, but my most memorable bow hunt thus far.
1984 Spring Gobbler season.


Last turkey hunt with my dad. We were hunting public land, and had split up about a mile in, after crow calling and getting a close response gobble almost imeadiately. I dopped to one side of the ridge we had walk in on and my dad dropped over the other side (he was shotgunning). I set up in a cedar deadfall with a creek at my back, and started calling. I could hear my dad also calling from the other side of the ridge.

The tom let loose a gobble on the top of the ridge and continued back and forth along the top calling like he was on a serious mission. My dad and I continued calling and the tom answering back for the next hour or so, then the goblber went silent. I started putting and purting real soft and my dad was lost calling on his side, but no answering gobble. I was beginning to think the tom had given up and moved on.

About 10 minutes later I hear something moving down the ridge side and thought it was my dad checking to see what we were going to do next.
I stood up and was getting ready to step out from the cedar when I spotted red and blue moving at the edge of a little opening near the creek. I froze and waited. When the head went behind a clump of brush I brought my bow up and got ready. I gave a little puttputtputt, and the tom came running around the brush into the opening. I waited. He puffed up and flaired his wings and started strutting with his tail fanned out. When he turned his back to me, I drew and waited for him to complete the circle. As soon as I sighted on the lower neck and he stopped a for a second; I released. The arrow pinned him to the ground. I walked out 8 steps from where I shot to where he was down.

I have never gotten the shakes so bad in my life.

A few minutes later I heard my dad whistle form the top of the ridge and I whistled back. He came down and asked what happened to the tom. I told him I thought the bird had moved on, but could not keep the goofy grin off my face. I pointed to the gobbler and told him what happened.

That was my first gobbler, and my first with a bow. 19 1/2 lbs with a 9" beard.