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<blockquote data-quote="Reelamin" data-source="post: 3035044" data-attributes="member: 42157"><p>So many over the years, and everyone involves family. Two are the most memorable. </p><p>Son fist year elk hunting (12) had a special draw big bull tag, and a big baseball tournament, and freaking practice except for the first three days. After the family fights I agreed I would have him at the game. (Maybe it payed off as he got a lot of his schooling paid to play ball.). We were hunting off horses and pretty much the only people in the canyon. Saw some solid bulls and a lot in the 300-310 range. We had some difficulty with getting off horses timely, tying them up, and other general mistakes stalking. Lots of elk so he figured it was in the bag. LOL....evening of day two we tracked a herd down into one of the thick timber holes. Horses can't go down in it, and you have to pack them back up to the top. I told him it would be pitch black coming out, and if he wanted go after them I did not want to hear one peep about cougars, monsters or he was tired. He said he promised he would not so we went in after them. Of course we found them and typical timber just could not get a shot. Finally a 2x3 stuck his head and neck out between two trees looking back at us. I told him there were bigger bulls and he said I dont care I want to shoot it. He had us nailed and and my son had to shoot off hand. He backed behind me, I bent hands on knees, and told him to use my shoulder, and shoot him in the middle of the neck. Boom flop I could see instant kill, but it dropped out of sight. He had a few deer at this point, asked if he got it, and I gave my standard YOU'RE GD RIGHT YOU DID HE'S DEAD. He instantly fist pumped and yelled F&*^%$G Aye as loud as he could. (That is our first kill yell). No more dad does the gutting and cutting he had done some deer before. Yes I helped and he did most of the work, and broke it down to quarters. With his flashlight in his mouth (no headlamps) and me with mine for most of it. Then two trips up and another back down in the dark. The absolute best part was we met them at the ball field, and everyone from his team and parents came over. He talked hunting, ran around with the antlers on his head, and the last thought in his mind was he had a tournament to play. </p><p>Daughter did not get a deer her first year out (8), and had to let several walk because they were not on our side of the boundary line. Wheat/CRP fields and dad knew where the invisible lines were. My biggest mistake was getting her ready a few times and talking her through when to shoot. The bucks would just walk near and never cross to the side she could shoot. The next year same exact location and the first buck we saw was walking towards us like before. Nice little farm mule buck 16" 4x3 on a bee line towards us. She asks "Dad is he going to do the same thing like last year, and of course I said not this time sister he will be one you can shoot. Sure enough he walked across the CRP, over the magic line, I grunted, he stopped and she nailed him front shoulder point and out the other side. He bolted humped up head down, and she forgot to reload only asking "Did I miss Dad", and before I could answer he piled up right on his face. Typical kid stuff "Did I get him, is he dead, did I do it right, will he get up" and after she reloaded and we just sat and watched she asked "He's dead isnt he dad". I said your GD right he is what do you do now? She jumped up fist pumped and yelled as loud as she could and yelled our first kill cry. This was a pretty easy one....she helped gut it, I backed the truck up to it and hung it in the shop to butcher.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Reelamin, post: 3035044, member: 42157"] So many over the years, and everyone involves family. Two are the most memorable. Son fist year elk hunting (12) had a special draw big bull tag, and a big baseball tournament, and freaking practice except for the first three days. After the family fights I agreed I would have him at the game. (Maybe it payed off as he got a lot of his schooling paid to play ball.). We were hunting off horses and pretty much the only people in the canyon. Saw some solid bulls and a lot in the 300-310 range. We had some difficulty with getting off horses timely, tying them up, and other general mistakes stalking. Lots of elk so he figured it was in the bag. LOL....evening of day two we tracked a herd down into one of the thick timber holes. Horses can't go down in it, and you have to pack them back up to the top. I told him it would be pitch black coming out, and if he wanted go after them I did not want to hear one peep about cougars, monsters or he was tired. He said he promised he would not so we went in after them. Of course we found them and typical timber just could not get a shot. Finally a 2x3 stuck his head and neck out between two trees looking back at us. I told him there were bigger bulls and he said I dont care I want to shoot it. He had us nailed and and my son had to shoot off hand. He backed behind me, I bent hands on knees, and told him to use my shoulder, and shoot him in the middle of the neck. Boom flop I could see instant kill, but it dropped out of sight. He had a few deer at this point, asked if he got it, and I gave my standard YOU'RE GD RIGHT YOU DID HE'S DEAD. He instantly fist pumped and yelled F&*^%$G Aye as loud as he could. (That is our first kill yell). No more dad does the gutting and cutting he had done some deer before. Yes I helped and he did most of the work, and broke it down to quarters. With his flashlight in his mouth (no headlamps) and me with mine for most of it. Then two trips up and another back down in the dark. The absolute best part was we met them at the ball field, and everyone from his team and parents came over. He talked hunting, ran around with the antlers on his head, and the last thought in his mind was he had a tournament to play. Daughter did not get a deer her first year out (8), and had to let several walk because they were not on our side of the boundary line. Wheat/CRP fields and dad knew where the invisible lines were. My biggest mistake was getting her ready a few times and talking her through when to shoot. The bucks would just walk near and never cross to the side she could shoot. The next year same exact location and the first buck we saw was walking towards us like before. Nice little farm mule buck 16" 4x3 on a bee line towards us. She asks "Dad is he going to do the same thing like last year, and of course I said not this time sister he will be one you can shoot. Sure enough he walked across the CRP, over the magic line, I grunted, he stopped and she nailed him front shoulder point and out the other side. He bolted humped up head down, and she forgot to reload only asking "Did I miss Dad", and before I could answer he piled up right on his face. Typical kid stuff "Did I get him, is he dead, did I do it right, will he get up" and after she reloaded and we just sat and watched she asked "He's dead isnt he dad". I said your GD right he is what do you do now? She jumped up fist pumped and yelled as loud as she could and yelled our first kill cry. This was a pretty easy one....she helped gut it, I backed the truck up to it and hung it in the shop to butcher. [/QUOTE]
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