Love his thread and everyone’s perspective. Emotional attachment basically describes my hunting career. I love everything about hunting and my family farm is literally heaven to me. I’ve spent years chasing single bucks (one for two year, one for 4) unsuccessfully. I killed a buck in between those quests on opening weekend one year because i was in paramedic school, but I’m perfectly content killing does for meat every year and focusing on 1 or 2 specific mature deer. So far the mature deer have beat my ass, but that’s why I love it. I have other farms but don’t spend any time on them because the home farm is where I spend all my time and it’s where i want to be. I stand by my original post that it’s 50% circumstance still, regardless of how good you are. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Anytime I hunt anywhere other than the spot I grew up hunting, I feel like it’s wrong. LOL This was the tree I was sitting under when I was eight years old. My dad was hammering these boards for a tree stand in 1984. He shot this buck out of it the next year Here’s another one of his tree stands from the early 90s. I know I posted these pics before. But it’s stuff like this that makes it hard for me to leave. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Location is important but not nearly as important as THE location within the location...which requires some knowledge. Recognition, interpretation, application, being able to adapt and transfer knowledge to a wide variety of situations. Picking up on key components that repeat....separately of one another...but in the same way. It may be a collection of circumstances, stacked and set in motion by the ability to reason...and if the ability to reason is a talent....I suppose a little talent also.
That is awesome. Bet they didn't have safety lines back then either... Hope you get a chance (with a safety line attached) to shoot a buck that big.
No, no safety lines Back then! I’m a ground Hunter, and my buck I got last year, Was walking on that same run that the buck my dad shot was using. Only thing I was 20 yards in the opposite direction, due to a heavy fog rolling in on my walk into the stand at 4:30 in the morning. It was too thick and I couldn’t see further than 20 feet in front of me. I knew the spot and I knew the direction of the wind so I set up in a blowdown. Kind a like it was meant to be! I called my dad to come out for the track job, even though I didn’t need help. I just wanted him out there and to see where the buck was to try to bring back some memories for him and re-light the fire for hunting. It worked! He’s going to be hitting the woods with me this fall, in our same spot. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
