Thread: to the hunters.....

January 2006 I retired from my job. I was unable to go quail hunting with my eldest son except for one day excursions on the weekend for almost ten years. Well 2007 was going to be different. He had a week off after Thanksgiving and I was back from NE so our week was planned out. Hunt quail every day for a week. On Monday past we started the first day. As we got out of the truck a small rain shower started and lasted for about ten minutes. We headed into the field we were hunting down the edge of a large draw, ravine really, well Jeff decided we needed to head in the smaller cover to keep from getting wet from the leaves. Jeff stepped to the edge of the ravine and started down the 8 foot slope. The wet bank made him lose his footing and he fell. Luckily he slid on his hip to the bottom. Well Dad saw all this and decided to grab an overhanging limb and hold on to it and gradually slide down the slope......the limb broke in my grasp and as luck would have it my feet immediately slid out from under me. I fell on my left foot trapping it under my butt. As I slid rather fast down the slope I felt it twist and dislocate. I went another foot or two and felt the bone snap......three days in the hospital, SS plate and screws in my ankle and I have yet to fire a shot at quail this year.......my immediate emotion was total disappointment ignoring the gradually esculating pain in my ankle..I ain't going hunting again this year.....what a terrible disappointing emotion.....but finally pain took over and our only concern was getting out of the ravine and back to the truck. About one hour later with swelling ankle and several near blackout periods Jeff got me to the truck....and the rest is history...Thanks to him I kept my composure as he carried me part way, rested and helped me some more. All in all he was very relaxed and calm which helped me stay the same...that is the part I'll remember about this hunt. Not the broken ankle but the calmness in which he handled the situation....thanks Jeff.

Sorry to hear about your luck Iamfishing. Sounds like a nasty break and I'm sure your are disappointed about not getting to hunt as planned. Better days to come.....

steve sorry to hear about the mishap. hope everything heals up ok and you will be back in action soon.

I hated reading about your accident but aint it good knowing your son can keep a cool head under pressure. I've always kept a cool head when things happen but have see a few that didnt/couldnt. I've always told both my kids they HAVE TO THINK when crap happens. I just hope if theyre ever in a bad situation that they can stay cool and think. Loosing your cool when you need it the most is when bad things goes worse. Hope you get back on your feet soon.

I got a grand Christmas present early this evening when my daughter told me she wanted to hunt this afternoon. We were in the box stand on a wheat field by 4:30 and it didnt take long for a deer to appear down the field probably 200 yds away along the ridge of a hill in the field. After a little bit I grunted and it raised it's head and we saw it was a buck. We watched him feed towards us till it reached about 150 yds away. Along the edge of the field he worked a scrape and rattled his antlers into the tree branch, which is something Amy had never seen before. As we sat watching the deer it noticed something in the woods. After a few minutes he stepped into the woods as two more deer came out. One of those was a spike and the other a doe. I could see the buck in the edge of the woods with the binocs and told Amy he'd come back out and sure enough he did, following the other two around. It didnt look like he'd come any closer for a better shot so I told Amy if she was sure of a rock solid rest to just concentrate on the cross hairs on the deer's shoulder and SQUEEZE the trigger. Here's the results, a 6 pointer. Needless to say....Dad's proud of her! :p

congrats to amy on her kill. she looks like a proud puppy for sure. I could never get but one of my girls interested in hunting. shes yet to get her first deer. to hear the tales about the ones that got away is extremely amusing and the excitement in her in telling the tales is good listening . I can only imagine how excited she will be when she finally connects. when it comes to fishing tho, all of em will go any chance they can get and weve had some good times over the years doing it.

edward shanor sent me this photo of a buck he killed a few weeks ago somewhere up in north cackalacky

NIce buck Butch I can tell by the look on Amy's face she's proud. ANd so are you.