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<blockquote data-quote="Brad Quarnberg" data-source="post: 2936337" data-attributes="member: 107866"><p>My Dad was an awesome outdoorsman, hunter and shot. When no one else in camp filled their tag, he did. I don't recall a year where he didn't fill his tag.</p><p>He taught me how to survive, how to understand terrain, and how to find my way out of the mountains. </p><p>We were hunting in a new area that I'd never hunted in before, when it started to snow. It was gently falling at first but quickly turned to white out conditions, the wind howling. We had been pushing across some finger ridges and I was on an edge. It didn't take long for me to get separated from the rest of the group. Dads' teachings came into play and the short story is that as soon as I realized I was lost, I built a small wind break and a fire and waiting out the story, then was able to find my way back to the main road following a stream I found. </p><p>I was with him many times when he killed deer but one that illustrates his shooting ability was a buck I jumped when we were still hunting across some fingers on the face of this mountain. We were working down into this ravine when I spotted a couple of Pine Hens below me in the bottom. I picked up a rock and threw it trying to hit one (they are easy to disable with a good hit to the breast). Dad was working his way up the other side and as the rock struck the bushes (missing the hen), a buck jumped up and started running up the side of the hill we'd just come down. I turned to yell to Dad, but he'd heard it, and I watched as he spun around, sat and shot the buck in one quick, fluid motion. The deer folded and rolled down into the ravine: a clean heart shot at about 80 yards.</p><p>As I got older and was able to carry my own gun, anytime Dad made a suggestion about where he thought I should go, I always listened. He seemed to have a second sense about where the deer would be, and I filled my tags more times than not because I followed his suggestion. </p><p>I'm not nearly as accomplished as he was, and there have been years I haven't filled my tag, but for the most part, if I do what he taught me, I am successful.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brad Quarnberg, post: 2936337, member: 107866"] My Dad was an awesome outdoorsman, hunter and shot. When no one else in camp filled their tag, he did. I don't recall a year where he didn't fill his tag. He taught me how to survive, how to understand terrain, and how to find my way out of the mountains. We were hunting in a new area that I'd never hunted in before, when it started to snow. It was gently falling at first but quickly turned to white out conditions, the wind howling. We had been pushing across some finger ridges and I was on an edge. It didn't take long for me to get separated from the rest of the group. Dads' teachings came into play and the short story is that as soon as I realized I was lost, I built a small wind break and a fire and waiting out the story, then was able to find my way back to the main road following a stream I found. I was with him many times when he killed deer but one that illustrates his shooting ability was a buck I jumped when we were still hunting across some fingers on the face of this mountain. We were working down into this ravine when I spotted a couple of Pine Hens below me in the bottom. I picked up a rock and threw it trying to hit one (they are easy to disable with a good hit to the breast). Dad was working his way up the other side and as the rock struck the bushes (missing the hen), a buck jumped up and started running up the side of the hill we'd just come down. I turned to yell to Dad, but he'd heard it, and I watched as he spun around, sat and shot the buck in one quick, fluid motion. The deer folded and rolled down into the ravine: a clean heart shot at about 80 yards. As I got older and was able to carry my own gun, anytime Dad made a suggestion about where he thought I should go, I always listened. He seemed to have a second sense about where the deer would be, and I filled my tags more times than not because I followed his suggestion. I'm not nearly as accomplished as he was, and there have been years I haven't filled my tag, but for the most part, if I do what he taught me, I am successful. [/QUOTE]
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