I got to thinkin' a while back that it had been a while since I shared a story here. I'd hurt my back a few years back and it really slowed me down. The Dr's finally came up with a partial solution and I am without pain for the first time in a long time. That has meant more scouting and more time in the stand which adds up to more deer seen. Given the change over to the new system. I thought I'd share a little of this years hunt.
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I've gotta run to the store so I'll be back in a bit.
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Glad yer feeling a lil better Charlie
Better get a coffee while yer out. You know so you can go ahead with the story and not have to go back out! LOL :bigsmyl:
I'm in Charlie! Love your stories!
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Same ol' Mr. Lamb... :biglaugh: :coffee: :campfire:
Glad your feeling better Charlie but I see you havnt changed your writing style........
Hook us and walk away........ :deadhorse:
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I'm still in and ready for your tale, no matter how long it takes :archer: :campfire: :coffee:
Ha well this is fun... but how does it work guys? Do we get a chapter a night? Was that a chapter all ready ?
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Any story Mr Lamb tells is worth the wait to me!
:biglaugh: Where is the store......St Louis?
Charlie fell asleep...
Think his truck broke down...... :dunno:
Some of you may have read the story of my first deer and how I got my buddy to come help me track it. That buddy and I developed quite a history as we matured. He is a few years younger than I but we still managed to hang out through the college/police action years. We even played hippie for a while... mostly to get girls.
As with a lot of the friends of our youth we slowly went in different directions. Fast forward fifty years and he contacted me out of the blue. His sister had bought one of my books and gifted it to him for his birthday or something and it piqued his curiosity.
Before you can count to five we were hanging around at the duck club he belonged to and chasing deer in the area. He was back in for shooting the bow again and I was able to fix him up with a great little recurve made by KennyM.
Things were slow for me. The farm that I hunted near home had really slowed down as far as deer numbers were concerned. My back was just about taking me out of the game completely. Not only did it limit the distance I could walk but it also affected the draw weight of the bows I was shooting.
The bows I was use to shooting in the 55-60# range had become "unruly" to say the least. My favorite recurve, "Curly" a Bacote and Osage beauty that I had some checkering done to has been sitting collecting dust.
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I finally broke down and built myself a sweet little 50# number. The myrtle with black actionwood riser looks really good. I'll have to get a picture of it and post it up. I've gotten away from the clear class trend over the years and used black for the face and back. It makes for a nice contrast with the lighter color of the myrtle.
Of course the drop in bow weight meant new arrows. I don't mess around with a lot of different shafts. Aluminum has always given me good service so picking the correct spine for what I wanted to do was easy. I chose the 2018 size tipped with 150 grain Magnus Stingers. No bells and whistles. Just my usual 4 3/4 yellow parabolic fletch in 75x105.
Sometimes guys worry about the durability of the aluminum arrow. My stumping arrows are aluminum. As a matter of fact I've got a Judo on an old, old, 24SRTX shaft. Damn soft compared to todays xx75 material. After 2 years of pretty rough treatment it's just as straight as the first day I shot it at a stump... I'm pretty careful of my targets when shooting it though.
Hate to do this, but I'm turning in. I'll get a good start in the morning with a fresh pot of coffee.
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Along with the recurve I also made myself a new longbow. Like the recurve it also scaled 50# at my draw. A couple dozen Surewood Douglas Fir arrows for the bow and my arsenal was ready for the hunt.
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I've got this thing for Hill style bows. You may know how it is. Watch a few videos of Hill and you get to thinking "how hard could it be". I'd be happy if I was only half as good as Howard. Most times I'm not all that happy about my longbow shooting. Nevertheless, I'd killed a bunch of stuff over the years with longbows. Always better shooting game with the things than in practice. I'd hunt with it the first year at the duck club.
Hunting with Andy didn't turn out quite like I had imagined. He had an old fraternity brother that lived near the clubhouse with tons of property in the county who provided him with a place to hunt and I was relegated to hunting public land. There was a lot of state and federal land nearby and as I was to find out it was only very lightly hunted.
It had been years since I'd hunted land like what I was looking at. I knew there were lots of deer around, but to be honest I was accustomed to hill ground for my adventures and most of what I had available was bottom ground. It would require putting on my thinking cap. The sign was there, I'd just have to find it. To ad to the challenge my first scouting trips were in the heat of summer. Mosquitoes were thicker than the air in the tangles of poison Ivy and other understory that made travel slow at best.
Not knowing any better I scouted with the thought in mind that there would be lots of other hunters. I didn't understand at first just how light the pressure was. I started by trying to figure where the other hunters would go. Most of the properties were very small so I figured that most guys would head from the parking areas back to the far back sides of the land. I'd start searching much closer to the truck as it's been my experience that many hunters walk past a lot of really good hunting on public ground.
My first foray showed very promising sign within a few hundred yards of my truck. It would be as good as any to start. The plan was to hunt very conservatively and through observation fine tune my plan. The key to my plan was my Millinium Tree Seat and Rancho Safari ghillie suit.
I spent all the rest of the summer sweating and fighting bugs as I checked all the prospective properties I could find. At times it was a test of my will. I was fighting back pain which really sapped my motivation and the pain meds I was using to ease that pain didn't help get me moving.
At last September 15 came and it was time to hit the woods. When the season was first changed to September I was tickled pink. More hunting time,right. Of course anyone from warmer climes knows that an early September start means hot weather and bugs. I had learned to adapt, but sometimes it was hard to justify, short sleeves and ThermaCells made things better. I still looked forward to October.
Almost from the beginning I was seeing deer and having a few encounters. As with most seasons I had clear the cob webs before things started to gel.
I initially set up in the area I first found decent sign. The very first night I had a nice doe feed out in front of me at 10 yards. I was caught flat footed and had no angle to shoot. She finally got nervous and left. Not scared silly, she just left. While sitting there I noticed movement farther down the draw (3 feet lower than the surrounding country) I was set up on. My next trip I'd move further into the cover.
That helped and I was rewarded with a very awkward shot at a doe at fifteen yards that wasn't there when the arrow went by. She and her two companions were hardly spooked at all and simply retreated back the way they had come. That was a double edge sword. I wasn't blowing out the area, but it's a little insulting when the animal you have deadly intent on barely acknowledges your attempt to end it's life.
Once again I noticed more deer movement farther into the property.
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Getting good Charlie
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Sounds like a good area! Be careful about that google earth stuff. ;)
Charlie, it's been two days now bud.
When ya gonna shoot this stud dink buck?
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Slowly I homed in on the area of most movement. By the time the rut rolled around I had it down and had switched tactics to using tree stands. The rest of that season went well. I couldn't catch a break when it came to getting a shot at a doe. I was seeing all kinds of bucks and had passed shots on several waiting for something bigger.
Finally the time came and season ended without drawing blood. I can't remember the last time I didn't have some prime venison in the freezer. I'd been putting off surgery on my back because I knew the recovery would take me out of the game totally and it was time to go under the knife.
The toughest part of that deal was the six weeks that the surgeon wanted me on the couch... no excuses. That got old in a hurry. The upside is that it worked beautifully and my back pain was almost totally relieved.
The past spring and summer came with a whole new attitude and energy. I hit the woods and hit it hard. Instead of the one good spot I bumped the number up to 4.
By September of 2017 I was ' at the bit to start hunting and hungry for a medium rare chunk of deer.
I'd switched over to my recurve for this season. I don't switch back and forth while the season is going on, instead dedicating to one bow. My shooting had improved with the increased practice sessions that I enjoyed because of my improved back. Grapefruit size groups at 25 yards and a little beyond (depending on the day, phase of the moon and the Solunar tables) were the norm. My 3D target was getting badly worn.
Once again I stalked my favorite cover and once again I jockeyed my spots as deer movement dictated. Finally on a cool morning in early September a yearling doe made her way through the brush toward my ladder stand. She was moving along a shallow depression that started as a small ditch back up toward the crest of the hill.
I made a quick check with my binoculars to make sure it was indeed a doe. Lifting my bow from the hook I flexed the limbs to disengage the arrow holder and turned my body at a right angle to where I knew the shot would happen. She was feeding along on pin oak acorns without a care in the world and didn't notice as the arrow was drawn straight back and anchored solidly but only briefly. She didn't notice the spinning yellow turkey feathers tracing a shallow arc through the dewey morning air.
She spun away wildly as the Stinger tipped shaft bit deep into her lungs. Here last run was short and brief. She was exactly what I'd wanted for the table and when at last I stood over her I said a word of thanks for her life.
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Coffee will do that to ya.... :coffee: :coffee:
Great to see that everything with your back is working out Charlie. Nice shot, I know that doe qualified as your "medium rare pice of venison"!
David
Good job.. :thumbsup:
Well done Charlie!!! Thanks for taking the time to write up the hunting story! :campfire:
Congrats Charlie! I am still tuned in though, wondering how the wiley dink buck comes into play. :clapper:
Congrats on the doe, and nice shot!
I'm still tuned in also... :saywhat:
Good to see that a few of you are hanging with me. You all know I'm a little slow.
I moved around quite a bit after this first kill. I'm always aware of not over impacting my hunting spots and now that I had more options I could stay away and let the area settle down.
I really focused on the acorn crop. What I found was that the white oaks that had laid down so much mast the year before weren't dropping diddly this year. That's the way it goes. Some oaks only bear every other year. It explained the more consistent sightings I'd had the year before. I filed that information away. This year should be great.
In the meantime I was slowly getting to know some of the locals in town. Always a good idea I'm usually a little slow making friends.
It paid off with a couple of more places to look at.
So I hunted here and there always monitoring the obvious deer and less obvious signs like finding where the squirrels are hanging out in the best numbers. Of course they use the same food sources as the deer so when you find a concentration of the little beasts you usually find good deer sign.
I had a few brief encounters through the fall but as before, nothing I wanted to shoot. I did put one or two bucks on the "cull" list. One particularly small forky taught me a lesson about one of my set ups.
I was in a ladder stand that I had set up pretty low... 8 or 9 feet. I had it all figured out as to where I could expect to see deer, where they would come from and when. I like to kid myself about knowing all that stuff.
Anyway I was sitting there watching and listening and not seeing much of anything except the occasional squirrel. A slight rustling in the leaves behind me made me focus my listening in that direction. I knew it was a squirrel...That'll get you in trouble every time. As it did this time.
I turned way too casually for the height I was at and startled 3 does that had fed in behind me. They really didn't know for sure what was going on and had each trotted in different directions. I knew they would want to get back together and if they did it just might provide me a shot at one. Anyone of them would have been a perfect addition to my freezer trophies.
While the old doe stood in the brush 15 yards to my right. Another stood in off to my left watching the doe. It was clueless and soon took a few tentative steps toward the doe. This was perfect! I only had to shift my weight a little to be in position and I got that done without getting caught. Soon the young doe was walking steadily across the far edge of the little clearing that separated the little group. I'd have to stoop a little and squeeze my shot under a limb that (as always) was in just the right spot to block the shot.
I bent slightly at the waist, drew the bow and loosed a perfect arrow.
Great story and perspective on hunting an area, and how things change from year to year. The new bows look nice. Good to hear your feeling better after surgery and will be ready for another season. :clapper: Think I will reread your book for more stories. :coffee:
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You gotta watch those locals up here , man!! Every big fish comes from the city lake..... :biglaugh:
And yes I'm hangin with you to the end bud!
Yep, a perfectly shot arrow. It left the bow without a flutter streaking toward the doe. Remember the limb I had to shoot under? I will for the rest of my life. That perfectly shot arrow clipped the underside of the limb causing it to drive deep into the dark soil at the deer's feet. It was enough to send all three deer hightailing it over the hill.
I spent more time in trees than I had in years. I just couldn't get enough of it. As a retired man I could spend as much time hunting as I wanted and I'd head up to the club for ten days at a time, coming home long enough between hunts to take care business and the honey do's that we all have. I'd wash my clothes, pack up and be gone again.
Andy was up there a lot as well. Not quite as much as I was but quite a bit just the same. His spot that he had so smuggly coveted was dead as a hammer. He was seeing nothing at all. I tried to coax him to try another spot but he was afraid he'd offend the farmer that gave him permission. That and he was confident if the farmer said it was a good spot that it must be.
After all wasn't there an elevated stand on the edge of the field as you entered the property 300 yards from the woods edge? Didn't they often kill deer from that stand with rifles? Nope, the farmer knew about deer hunting and that was good enough for my buddy. He'd stick it out.
He has yet to learn that even a savvy old farmer who kills deer with a rifle doesn't know what it takes to kill a deer with a simple bow and arrow. I've made a few "gentle" suggestions but they've mainly gone unheeded.
With the arrival of duck season Andy spent less and less time in the deer woods. I was starting to see a pattern but I let it slide. That's his business. Hell, duck season was the reason I'd started deer hunting as a young man. Where we duck hunted the ducks were few and far between. We did however see deer on a regular basis. In my crystal clear teenage mind I figured if I was going to freeze my ass off hunting I'd do it out in the woods chasing deer. I never looked back. To each his own.
Anyway fall came and went. The leaves seemed slow to drop this year and I'm not sure why. Maybe the weather or maybe just the way it is. October melted into November and I was having a hard time finding rut sign. The occasional rub here and there and every now and then a scrape. Nothing like last year though.
I saw a buck now and then. They were mostly out of range and uninterested in any grunts and rattling coming from my direction. Even the does got hard to see. At times I sat for days without seeing so much as a deer hair. It didn't seem to matter which of my "primo" stands I sat it was all dead.
It did seem that I was seeing more racoons than I had ever seen anywhere. On one stand I'd see two or three every evening always separate and always following the same route. I was tempted to knock off a couple but the thought of the commotion it would make kept my fingers off the bowstring. I planned to get after them once the deer season closed.
The firearms season came and went and is my habit I stayed close to home while it was open. It's one of my hang ups and I just don't trust all the idiots with rifles running around the woods. I have several friends from around the country who have been shot while hunting. Nope, not me. Besides, I hate
blaze orange and detest wearing it.
December came and the weather was much more pleasant than it had been the previous year. As I age I find that it's easier to stay in bed on mornings when the mercury is hovering in the single digits. Call me what you will. I fell back into my routine of spending long spells at the club.
Nothing much had changed. The deer were scarce but I kept at it.
Great job Charlie! I'm in for the rest of the story.
Would love to see the bows you built as well!
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Ready for more
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Just got caught up, and waiting for more!
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The hunting was as slow as molasses and it confused me to pieces. Over the years I've been hunting this state I'd come to expect things to slow down after the firearms season. As a matter of fact I've killed precious few deer afterwards.
One of my new friends in town had pointed me toward an area that was archery only. It should have been loaded with deer. I saw less there than anywhere. I kept at it anyway... what else was there to do.
I switched over to hunting the stand that had treated me so well last year. From time to time I'd see deer at a distance, moving in random patterns that slowly (very slowly) started to mean something. Let's just say that I'm not as fast on the uptake as Gene and Barry Wensel. About all I've got going for me is patience. Sooner or later things start to make sense.
As a matter of fact, I figure that the first year in a new spot will mostly be about learning unless I just happen to fall into something. The second year is usually much better from a game getting standpoint but still weighted more toward the learning than the shooting. By the third year I'm usually much more comfortable on the grounds I'm hunting. So far it was holding true. Before long I'd get a major clue that should stand me in good stead this coming fall.
My stand was situated in a spot that gave me a pretty good view of the patch of woods I was in. Several of the deer I'd seen had passed a particular spot and they were both coming and going by there. I was being pig headed about moving my stand so I sat and waited for what I knew would be an opportunity if I just held out a little longer. The previous year I'd seen the biggest buck that I'd seen in a while pass right by this stand... at the time I was set up about fifty yards away. Yep, I'd hang.
So it was that on the afternoon of the 23rd of December I was sitting in my tree waiting for something to come by. Anything! I'd have shot a coon if one had come by but they too had quit frequenting my little patch of woods.
An hour before dark I heard the faintest sound of a leaf being moved behind me. I wasn't going to make that mistake again. Very slowly I turned to look over my shoulder. I strained my eyes toward their corners trying to see without moving and finally made out movement in the brush about 15 yards behind me. I knew immediately it was a deer and could tell that I could move slowly without being seen.
I gambled on a full body turn and was rewarded by being able to make out the form of a deer through a thick spot in the brush. From the direction he was moving I suspected it would simply feed away from me and that would be that. When I could tell that it's attention was directed elsewhere I stood up and shifted my feet to be ready for whatever might happen.
At one point I caught a glimpse of antler through the brambles and limbs. It was certainly no barn burner buck, but it was a buck and given the chance I'd shoot him.
I thought I knew where he was headed and it held little chance for shooting. But just when I thought he was going to walk out of my life he turned along a trail that passed within 10 yards of my stand. I had passed down that very trail several times while hunting there and I suspected he would pick up my scent and booger out of there. I'm always careful to avoid touching any brush with hands or legs when approaching a stand and rubber boots sprayed with a no scent spray really helps cover a hunters comings and goings.
I know a lot of guys scoff at the idea of trying to be scent. If they get down wind they're going to smell you so they say. Well duh! Really? I try to reduce my scent to keep impact on my hunting spots to a minimum. Deer will still figure you out after a few trips in and out but won't necessarily tear down the woods trying to avoid the area.
He walked up to a spot that I'd shot many a practice judo at before getting down on morning hunts. He stopped there and looked off away from me... see where this is going.
Soon as I touched anchor I let the string slip. The arrow appeared to hit just a little farther back than I would have liked. I knew it wasn't so far back that it was a paunch shot but it wasn't a ten ring either. It was either back of lungs or liver. I was confident of that.
The arrow failed to fly out the other side and I could see the yellow fletch most of the time he was in sight. At about 75 yards lost sight of him. Of course doubt set in almost immediately. A quick look at my phone for the time and at the western sky for confirmation and I decided the best thing to do was to leave and come back in the morning. The temperature was cold enough that he wouldn't spoil but i had no idea how bad the coyote situation was around there. I'd have to take the chance. I climbed quietly down the ladder and walked silently back to the truck.
It seems that all of my fingers have turned to thumbs so I'll have to finish this up in the morning.
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Anxiously waiting... :saywhat:
If you are still after it on Dec 23, you are waaay more hardcore than most bowhunters around these parts. Rifle season is the end for most....
Waitin, and I need to go to work! :readit: :biglaugh:
Great story Charlie, Im in till the end
Thanks Charlie! I have always enjoyed your writings!
Back at the club house I made myself a good supper and watched a little TV before turning in for the night. There would be no tossing and turning or letting worry interrupt my sleep. I was positive it was a liver hit and that's a dead deer for sure. Especially when hit with a multi blade like the the Magnus 4 blade I had used.
I'd given the buck plenty of time for a hit in the liver and also for a paunch hit. If lungs had been hit I could have trailed him within a half hour without problems. It's always best to play it safe.
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It was a temptation to go straight to the last place I'd seen the buck but there was vital information to learned from the blood trail. There wasn't much of a trail to learn from. He'd run down the same trail as the little doe had back in September. It wasn't so much a trail as an area of movement between the edge of heavy prairie grass and woods edge. Blood was sparse which I attributed to the arrow remaining in the wound. What I did find confirmed my suspicions about the hit. The first leaf I found with several drops of blood on it was studied closely. There was no smell of gut or paunch to it. That would have made me slow down. The color was good and red, but darker than lung or arterial blood without bubbles of any kind. Yep, liver hit.
By the time I reached the point where I'd lost sight of the buck the blood was just about non existent.
That was not a big deal. Undisturbed as he was I knew the buck had to be within another hundred yards and the presence of blackberry brambles and plum thickets determined the route of most likely travel. He'd have moved along until he felt safe and bedded down. That's where I'd find him.
I know this all sounds confident and self assured and I was, but there was a tiny seed of doubt that always goes along with trailing anything and I don't care if you made a perfect double lung hit.
Twenty five yards inside the thicket the trail branched with fingers of travel seemingly diverging in every direction. That information was filed away for future use and I suspect I'll be telling a story about that spot next year.
I explored each trail in turn, taking them each another fifty yards before turning around and trying another. I was staying alert for blood but wasn't finding any at all. I stepped off the trail and into the plums. Before long I saw a suspicious form just ahead.
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There was nobody in town or back at the clubhouse to help so I knew I was on my own. I'd have to wrestle the buck (haven't seen the rack yet, have ya? :saywhat: ) out of the thicket by myself. Getting him to the truck would be another matter. With a lot of grunting, griping and cussing I fought my way out of there to a place where I could get a photo of the buck and lay my hands on that mongo rack... which I would find was only half a rack as if he wasn't small enough. The lost antler had come off the skull cleanly. Whether it was a natural shed, ripped off in brush, or knocked off by another buck (not likely) I would never know.
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Although the topography wasn't perfectly flat it wasn't exactly hilly either. The problem as I saw it was that everything between me and the truck was uphill. It was only slightly uphill, but uphill nonetheless.
Years of keeping the animal whole until it could be checked with the game department made me want to drag him out. The fact that his antler was tiny didn't do a thing to negate his obvious weight. I would bust my ass trying to drag him out.
Since the Missouri Department of Conservation had instituted a digital checking and tagging system in the last couple of years I decided to do something I'd never done before. I was going to take him apart
using what is called "the gutless method".
It actually went very well and soon I had him all laid out in pieces. A loin, front shoulder and ham all went into my Bison gear pack. It would take two trips but it would be a lot easier than dragging.
Excellent!! Once telechecked , you can do whatever you want!! :thumbsup:
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Great Story :thumbsup:
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I did my first gutless last year as well, congratts! :thumbsup: thanks for the story.
:thumbsup: Thanks for the great read, and congratulations! :thumbsup:
Congrats Charlie! Great story telling as usual
:goldtooth: thanks for the story!
Great story!
Thank you Charlie for a great read on a wonderful harvest! Well done... :campfire:
Congrats and thanks for a great read! :campfire:
One thing I didn't care for about the gutless method of taking apart a deer is that it sacrifices the liver. I like deer liver. I always judge the liver as individuals. Some seem much better than others. I usually bring it home and fry up a piece to see how it is. As long as they are not strong, it makes a welcome addition to the meat supply.
The other thing I don't care about us not being able to autopsy the animal. I've poked around the insides of every animal I've ever shot. It's always enlightening. Just about the best lethality study a man can do. Maybe by this point in my life I've learned all the information I can really use. I guess I'll always be curious.
I continued to hunt until the season closed. I only saw a few more deer and none of those were close enough. As with so many of us the hunt continues. I'm out walking my areas as much as I possibly can. There's always lots to learn from the sign that's left from the past season before the spring green up erases all of it.
There are some goals I've set for next year. I've got a few spots picked out for ground blind hunting and I'm going to try to harvest my does that way.
I'll more than likely pass on any little branch antler bucks like this years. I know there are some barn burner bucks on the properties I hunt and I intend to lay one down.
I'm also going to be working on boosting my draw weight. I've got a really nice 57# that's just begging to hunt again. With the improved back situation I think I can easily make that transition. I just like the extra power. Of course I'm not going to sacrifice accuracy for power so these next six months will tell the tale.
Now if I can just figure out where the damn turkeys hide in that country I'll be that much happier.
I want to thank everyone who stays with me during my stories. It sure means a lot to this old bowhunter.
really enjoy your storys Charlie, thanks
Charlie,
It is good to catch one of your threads. Thanks for sharing, it is appreciated.
I have felt both reward and fulfillment as the privilege in accompanying you on the hunts unfolded.
Thank you!
Nice job Charlie, and thanks for sharing! I'm looking forward to next year's quest for one of those "barn burner bucks"!
David
Great read, Charlie.
Thank you, Sir.
Charlie, my friend, you have a way with words. I love to read your adventures, even if you type slow... :notworthy: :clapper:
Thank you for sharing the great story Mr. Lamb. It gave me something to look forward to. :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
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Great story as usual Charlie. I think we can now consider this new site officially christened. :campfire:
Thanks for taking us along. :campfire: :thumbsup: :archer:
Enjoyed the story!! Thanks for sharing, and congrats!!
Terrific story, thanks for sharing and congratulations
Enjoyed it very much Charlie
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Great story Charlie! And congrats on your buck!
Bisch
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looks like some fine eating veal, good job...brag yourself up (that's a tiny kill zone) :notworthy:
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congrats on the buck too.
Thanks for the great story! By the way , working up an animal the gutless way doesn't mean that you have to miss out on the heart and liver. Up here in MT I try to use this method on just about every thing including deer, elk and moose unless it is in a place that we can get a vehicle to, which is almost never. With the animal laying on its side I will remove the skin from that side. After removing the ham, front shoulder, back strap and any other meat from the bones on that side I cut a small slit in the kidney area to remove the tenderloin from the underside of the spine. They are small in a yearling deer but they are a very choice piece of meat. We sure don't want to leave them in an elk or moose. If possible I will remove them both from this cut. Then I roll the carcass over and do the same to the other side. After all of the meat has been removed from the second side you can make a bigger cut through the side and belly muscles at the back edge of the ribs from the spine to the sternum and remove the second tenderloin if you didn't already get it from the other side. . Make any other cuts that are necessary to let the guts pour out and give you access to the liver and heart. Enjoy.
Good to hear your doing better and getting after it sir .
Much enjoyed the stories , and pictures . Congratulations on the time-hunts-and enjoy the fine nourishment the animals have given... Thanks for taking us along !
Good Story Charlie! Enjoyable as always.
LD
I love a good tale and you Sir tell with the best of them, I'm so glad that your back at it and doing what you love :thumbsup:
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Great ending! Congrats on the buck and doe Charlie!
Thank you for allowing us to tag along. Truly a good story that one is able if he/she reads along carefully might gleam a bit of knowledge and wisdom that could possibly lead to some success of our own making.
I enjoyed this story as much as any in your book. If anyone hasn't taken the time to read it I would recommend it!
Thanks again my friend!
God bless,Mudd :archer:
One of the best stories I've read in a long time. You are an inspiration to all the members of the older bowhunting crowd. Glad your now pain free and able to better do the things you love. Thanks for sharing.
Charlie,
I always enjoy your stories! Thank you for sharing!
I hope you're doing well!
Daniel
Someone asked about pics of equipment. I'll try to get some up tomorrow. I sure do appreciate all the kind words.
My book got mentioned as well. I realized there might be some that haven't heard of it. Anyone interested can find it on Amazon... "A Bowhunters Tales".
Here are the equipment pictures I promised. Broadhead is a Magnus I that I modify to 1 1/4" and use the small bleeder blade. Aluminum shaft. 4x4.75 fletch...75x105
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Bow is a Sunbear recurve, 62", 50# @28", riser black actionwood and myrtle. Delta 7 arrow quiver, bolt on.
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And oh yeah... a touch of spray paint.
Charlie, Glad I knew you before becoming an internet legend. HA! Ol' Jerry P. would of been proud of your spray paint job on the Sunbear.
Hey Mark!! Yeah, the good old days. :wavey: I wasn't making any progress with Magnus lol. Decided to become a legendary carrot dangler (as Gene Wensel calls it :saywhat: ) I hope all is well up in South Dakota. That's a ways from home. Sure miss Jerry. Probably not enough paint on there to suit him, though. :)
Thanks for sharing your story Charlie! Congrats on the deer!
I always look forward to your stories!
Thanks for sharing!
God Bless,
Rodd