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<blockquote data-quote="Montana&#039;eer" data-source="post: 2899287" data-attributes="member: 113417"><p>Oh man when I was a kid in Jr. High- maybe 7th grade, I hunted with my Dad and his buddies in a place called the Wilderness near Fredericksburg VA. Same fields the Union and Confederacy fought in tight woods and acres and acres of brambles. Those bramble fields still existed when we hunted them. The older men would post in the field and my dad made me wear long sleeves, an old Wrangler denim jacket and I'd have to get down and crawl through the whirl tunnels made by deer and other animals through the rose thickets and briars, trying to spook them out.</p><p></p><p>I'd come out a bloody mess, lol.</p><p></p><p>I remember that day so well. A buck did squeeze out but there was no shot. They called it a day but I didn't. I took my dad's old single shot Bay State 12 ga and a few 00 buckshells, went to this little open field with a creek running down the middle and laid down by a fallen log not far from the creek. A small spike came out of the woods right to the creek and I waited until he was 15-20 yds, popped up and got 'em. That evening at the hunting shack you would've thought I won a gold medal everybody was whooping and hollering. I think it was just an excuse for them to get drunk, lol.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Montana'eer, post: 2899287, member: 113417"] Oh man when I was a kid in Jr. High- maybe 7th grade, I hunted with my Dad and his buddies in a place called the Wilderness near Fredericksburg VA. Same fields the Union and Confederacy fought in tight woods and acres and acres of brambles. Those bramble fields still existed when we hunted them. The older men would post in the field and my dad made me wear long sleeves, an old Wrangler denim jacket and I'd have to get down and crawl through the whirl tunnels made by deer and other animals through the rose thickets and briars, trying to spook them out. I'd come out a bloody mess, lol. I remember that day so well. A buck did squeeze out but there was no shot. They called it a day but I didn't. I took my dad's old single shot Bay State 12 ga and a few 00 buckshells, went to this little open field with a creek running down the middle and laid down by a fallen log not far from the creek. A small spike came out of the woods right to the creek and I waited until he was 15-20 yds, popped up and got 'em. That evening at the hunting shack you would've thought I won a gold medal everybody was whooping and hollering. I think it was just an excuse for them to get drunk, lol. [/QUOTE]
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