Great pic Native! I thought one had to wear camo to kill a buck like that??? As for the hat, next time I'm down at the farm I will take a pic of my 1st buck wearing my Jones style hat. Maybe it ended up down here...
How bout a little background story on that hunt?
TC, I will tell the story of that buck, and I think you will see why I appreciate having a place to hunt on my own land now.
Back in those days, we had no deer in our part of the country. Before the hunt I'm telling you about, we had hunted another spot with a relative near Mammoth Cave the year before, and I had killed a doe but had never taken or even seen a buck.
There was public land 40 minutes from home around Lake Cumberland where there were a few deer. My dad and I scouted out a place to hunt there. We actually found the spot we wanted to hunt while we were fishing. We noticed this place on the lake bank where deer came down a long point to the water. We went back several times, scouted it out and hung our makeshift stands. There is a lot of public land there that is open to hunting, but it is steep and rough.
So, we not only had to make the long drive, we also had to launch our boat and cross the lake in the dark to find our spot. We tied the boat off and climbed the big hill and then walked a good distance to our stands. On the first morning of season, dad put me in my stand about 30 minutes before daylight, and he went on to his.
Just after daylight, that deer appeared about 100 yards from me on top of a ridge. I was hunting with the 243 Remington 700 that dad had given to me and put the crosshairs in the boiler room. When I pulled the trigger, the deer took off like lightning and I managed to get off one more shot before he went out of sight. I felt I had made a good shot, but my heart sank because it looked like he was gone for good.
In a few seconds, dad came running and we found a few spots of blood. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as we went off in the direction the deer ran. Just when I had given up, dad yelled - "I see him." There he was about 85 yards from where the shot was made. We field dressed him, drug him back to the boat and made the long trip home.
The picture you see above was made on my farm after we got home, where my grandparents lived at the time. Ironically, all of the deer we have harvested on my farm (including Herman Munster) fell within 50 yards of where that picture above was taken. So, I guess the deer from 40 miles away was an omen of good things to come.
We continued to do cattle farming on the place until about 6-7 years ago. We have only been seriously hunting the place for about 4 years. This will be the 7th year since the NWSGs were installed and the tree planting a few years before that. It took quite a bit of time for these things to start making any difference.
I think of those old days and how things have changed so much. I would give up every deer in the world to have my grandparents back again, but I know they are happy looking down seeing us enjoying the old home place so much now. My grandfather died in 1981 just months before my son was born. I know he would have loved to have been there last year when my son took his first deer from our place.