i have tryed

[lancadude]

You just have to keep trying. Persistence pays off.

are you cereal right now?

[Mooresville Rocket]

Look,

I am 45 years old and I have been disabled since I was 33 years old and I hunt everyday I can. I will quit a job to go hunting if I have to.

I think that someone is pulling my leg here on this one.

My neighbor Johnny, who died in a automobile accident - when he had a epileptic seizure while driving a car, was a straight A student in school, was a 3 letter athlete in high school and was a straight A student in College.

His family was a bunch of outlaws and he never had a nice gun or anything, yet they shot dozens of deer per a year in their crew.

In some situations, where someone does not have a place of their own to go hunting and is too lazy to go out and actually find a place of their own on State Lands, then yes, you can have people who can go for years without getting a deer.

But there is no reason for that , because with the media today, television, magazines and all the other outlets for information such as the internet - you can learn to do just about anything by yourself.

When I started hunting, I was 13 years old. I had been in the woods since I was 6 by myself, but daddy didn't want to take me hunting with him and so he didn't take me when I turned 12. My grandpa stood up for me and told dad that if I didn't go the next year that he wasn't going either.

The sad ending to the story was that my grandpa died picking potato's the next year in September when it was over 90* outside at my uncles house who was a school teacher and made good money.

My first year hunting was a real disaster. My dad and his family was really tight. I used my grandpa's old bolt action .410 shotgun for small game and it was wore out and dangerous - because it would fire when you took the safety off if you pulled the trigger first. So I didn't get anything more then squirrels hunting small game.

Hunting small game such as squirrels teaches you to sit and be patient and to spend long hours in the woods, paying your dues. It also teaches you how to shoot accurately and when you do get game, you learn how to field dress and how to skin and clean game.

When big game season rolled around, my dad had to take me with him because it is illegal to hunt by yourself until you are like 15 years old in Pennsylvania at that time.

A heard of deer came along and dad and I shot a nice 12 point buck and we were fighting in the middle of the woods - who was going to tag it. Most people would be fighting - that it was there deer and wanted to use their own tag.

Dad and I was fighting because neither one of us wanted to tag it because I knew that if I tagged it, I could not go hunting anymore. You were only allowed to shoot one deer a year and I did not have a doe tag, yet I wanted to hunt deer as much as possible.

Dad wanted me to tag it so he didn't have to take me hunting anymore. He wanted to go with his brother or by himself and not be saddled with a kid.

Hunting was not then what it is today. I had no hunting clothes or warm gloves or boots to wear. Not even a warm hat to put on my head. Dad's family was tight and he had too many kids at home and was not willing to spend his money on me. I had a old plastic blaze orange hunting hat, a 30/30 rifle with open sights I borrowed off the school teacher uncle. A box of shells with one shell missing because I stood at camp all day while everyone else sighted in their rifles and when it got to be my turn, they let me shoot one shell and then told me that it was good enough. I cannot tell you if I even hit the target at 100 yards.

I had a pair of steel toe shoes, dad got a new pair from work every year and I took his new shoes and they were not insulated. There was no Thinsulate at that time.

For gloves, I had a pair of brown jersey gloves that he got from work - along with a pair of Burley Bear gloves over top of the brown gloves that he also got from work.

http://www.brookvilleglove.com/Burleybear.htm

For a coat - I had a WW 1 GI green coat with no liner and a tee shirt and a flanel shirt and a sweat shirt. For pants, I had two pairs of blue jeans on and maybe a pair of GI surplus long johns that my one uncle brought home from the airforce - out of the garbage bin.

I wore two pairs of tube socks inside of my shoes and I might or might not have had a pair of artic boots to pull over my shoes. http://www.redhillgeneralstore.com/articboot.htm

There was no luxuries back then.

Hunting involved me sitting in the freezing cold from 6 am to 5 pm and not saying a word about how cold it was or that I wanted to go home, because we walked 3 miles back into the State Game Lands at 5 am and he was not going to go out until we got our deer or the sun went down.

You were not allowed to build a fire back then in the Game Lands and there was no boot warmers or hand warmers like there is today.

I was 15 before I got my first buck and I was 20 before I shot my first doe. So I paid my dues for many years before I became the hunter ( lean, mean, killing machine ) I am today.

If the first time it got hard, I were to give up, I would not be a hunter today. It is easy to sit in the camp and look out the window, or go back to camp to eat lunch or go to the restroom. But I can remember times where everyone else got a deer but me and even when my uncle asked my dad if they should put a drive on for me to try to help me to get a deer or take me someplace else where there was deer to try to get me a opportunity to shoot one, dad would just say screw him, either he gets a deer or else he doesn't.

All I can say is that it is a cruel world out there and if either of my grandfathers had lived long enough to take me hunting maybe things would have been different.

But handing you a opportunity to just go out someplace and have someone hand you a deer doesn't teach you much.

Along with the fact that I think that you had arterial motives when you made this post and maybe you thought that if you got people to feel sorry for you that they would offer you something - like a tv deal where you would get to go hunting with them and become a big shot.

The first buck I shot was with a Remington model 721 30/06 rifle with a Weaver 4x scope and military sling. It was running so fast that I aimed for the front and hit it in the hind quarters. I can show you the exact spot where the deer was running through the woods to this very day. It was a spot I found on my own and I hunted in the same vicinity for many years after that and was very successful.

One funny part to the whole story was when I graduated from high school in 1982 and was hunting on a Wednesday in the same place with my dad and uncle on a warm afternoon. It must have been 70* outside. I bought a Orange hunting suit with my graduation money and my dad and I shot a nice 10 point buck. Someone else was chasing that deer and it ran into a place where they had just logged it out and my dad was getting a drink at the spring and a person yelled down to him that it was coming his way and he stated shooting and it came up to me and I shot a couple of times and hit it and it went down.

When we found it in a pile of tree tops, dad said it was his deer and took it off me. Boy how things changed in 5 years!

Dad won the buck pool at camp ($160) and used the money from the pool to buy himself a new orange hunting suit just like mine.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many deer you get or how many points it has on it's antlers or if it is a trophy or not. All that matters is the stories you make - because when you get sick or old all you are going to have left is the stories anyways - just like my poor old crippled grandfather who was told by my mean old dad and uncle that he was not welcome to stay at the camp anymore - because he got drunk and told his stories to everyone - weather they wanted to hear them or not.

Only now that he is gone, they wish that they had a movie camera and preserved all his stories. What you wouldn't give to hear them one more time.

If you want to become a real hunter, you need to forget about all those gimmick's you see on television. Those things only works because those people using those products are being paid to use those products and most of those deer are being shot inside of a pen someplace and that isn't real hunting in my book.

Real hunting to me is when you are on public land and you shot a deer because you were a better hunter then everyone else and not because you were sitting behind a posted sign and had all the deer to yourself.

Canned hunts teaches you nothing about sportsmanship and the true meaning of hunting.

I can't tell you how many times I dragged deer for other hunters that were old or sick and I was a young pup and just wanted to help a guy out. Or the time when I shot a doe way back in the Indian Caves and gave it away because it was too far to drag back to the camp. I was 3 miles away and the snow was up to your doupah.

That is what real hunting is all about!

[jesse8953]

Look,

I am 45 years old and I have been disabled since I was 33 years old and I hunt everyday I can. I will quit a job to go hunting if I have to.

I think that someone is pulling my leg here on this one.

My neighbor Johnny, who died in a automobile accident - when he had a epileptic seizure while driving a car, was a straight A student in school, was a 3 letter athlete in high school and was a straight A student in College.

His family was a bunch of outlaws and he never had a nice gun or anything, yet they shot dozens of deer per a year in their crew.

In some situations, where someone does not have a place of their own to go hunting and is too lazy to go out and actually find a place of their own on State Lands, then yes, you can have people who can go for years without getting a deer.

But there is no reason for that , because with the media today, television, magazines and all the other outlets for information such as the internet - you can learn to do just about anything by yourself.

When I started hunting, I was 13 years old. I had been in the woods since I was 6 by myself, but daddy didn't want to take me hunting with him and so he didn't take me when I turned 12. My grandpa stood up for me and told dad that if I didn't go the next year that he wasn't going either.

The sad ending to the story was that my grandpa died picking potato's the next year in September when it was over 90* outside at my uncles house who was a school teacher and made good money.

My first year hunting was a real disaster. My dad and his family was really tight. I used my grandpa's old bolt action .410 shotgun for small game and it was wore out and dangerous - because it would fire when you took the safety off if you pulled the trigger first. So I didn't get anything more then squirrels hunting small game.

Hunting small game such as squirrels teaches you to sit and be patient and to spend long hours in the woods, paying your dues. It also teaches you how to shoot accurately and when you do get game, you learn how to field dress and how to skin and clean game.

When big game season rolled around, my dad had to take me with him because it is illegal to hunt by yourself until you are like 15 years old in Pennsylvania at that time.

A heard of deer came along and dad and I shot a nice 12 point buck and we were fighting in the middle of the woods - who was going to tag it. Most people would be fighting - that it was there deer and wanted to use their own tag.

Dad and I was fighting because neither one of us wanted to tag it because I knew that if I tagged it, I could not go hunting anymore. You were only allowed to shoot one deer a year and I did not have a doe tag, yet I wanted to hunt deer as much as possible.

Dad wanted me to tag it so he didn't have to take me hunting anymore. He wanted to go with his brother or by himself and not be saddled with a kid.

Hunting was not then what it is today. I had no hunting clothes or warm gloves or boots to wear. Not even a warm hat to put on my head. Dad's family was tight and he had too many kids at home and was not willing to spend his money on me. I had a old plastic blaze orange hunting hat, a 30/30 rifle with open sights I borrowed off the school teacher uncle. A box of shells with one shell missing because I stood at camp all day while everyone else sighted in their rifles and when it got to be my turn, they let me shoot one shell and then told me that it was good enough. I cannot tell you if I even hit the target at 100 yards.

I had a pair of steel toe shoes, dad got a new pair from work every year and I took his new shoes and they were not insulated. There was no Thinsulate at that time.

For gloves, I had a pair of brown jersey gloves that he got from work - along with a pair of Burley Bear gloves over top of the brown gloves that he also got from work.

http://www.brookvilleglove.com/Burleybear.htm

For a coat - I had a WW 1 GI green coat with no liner and a tee shirt and a flanel shirt and a sweat shirt. For pants, I had two pairs of blue jeans on and maybe a pair of GI surplus long johns that my one uncle brought home from the airforce - out of the garbage bin.

I wore two pairs of tube socks inside of my shoes and I might or might not have had a pair of artic boots to pull over my shoes. http://www.redhillgeneralstore.com/articboot.htm

There was no luxuries back then.

Hunting involved me sitting in the freezing cold from 6 am to 5 pm and not saying a word about how cold it was or that I wanted to go home, because we walked 3 miles back into the State Game Lands at 5 am and he was not going to go out until we got our deer or the sun went down.

You were not allowed to build a fire back then in the Game Lands and there was no boot warmers or hand warmers like there is today.

I was 15 before I got my first buck and I was 20 before I shot my first doe. So I paid my dues for many years before I became the hunter ( lean, mean, killing machine ) I am today.

If the first time it got hard, I were to give up, I would not be a hunter today. It is easy to sit in the camp and look out the window, or go back to camp to eat lunch or go to the restroom. But I can remember times where everyone else got a deer but me and even when my uncle asked my dad if they should put a drive on for me to try to help me to get a deer or take me someplace else where there was deer to try to get me a opportunity to shoot one, dad would just say screw him, either he gets a deer or else he doesn't.

All I can say is that it is a cruel world out there and if either of my grandfathers had lived long enough to take me hunting maybe things would have been different.

But handing you a opportunity to just go out someplace and have someone hand you a deer doesn't teach you much.

Along with the fact that I think that you had arterial motives when you made this post and maybe you thought that if you got people to feel sorry for you that they would offer you something - like a tv deal where you would get to go hunting with them and become a big shot.

The first buck I shot was with a Remington model 721 30/06 rifle with a Weaver 4x scope and military sling. It was running so fast that I aimed for the front and hit it in the hind quarters. I can show you the exact spot where the deer was running through the woods to this very day. It was a spot I found on my own and I hunted in the same vicinity for many years after that and was very successful.

One funny part to the whole story was when I graduated from high school in 1982 and was hunting on a Wednesday in the same place with my dad and uncle on a warm afternoon. It must have been 70* outside. I bought a Orange hunting suit with my graduation money and my dad and I shot a nice 10 point buck. Someone else was chasing that deer and it ran into a place where they had just logged it out and my dad was getting a drink at the spring and a person yelled down to him that it was coming his way and he stated shooting and it came up to me and I shot a couple of times and hit it and it went down.

When we found it in a pile of tree tops, dad said it was his deer and took it off me. Boy how things changed in 5 years!

Dad won the buck pool at camp ($160) and used the money from the pool to buy himself a new orange hunting suit just like mine.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many deer you get or how many points it has on it's antlers or if it is a trophy or not. All that matters is the stories you make - because when you get sick or old all you are going to have left is the stories anyways - just like my poor old crippled grandfather who was told by my mean old dad and uncle that he was not welcome to stay at the camp anymore - because he got drunk and told his stories to everyone - weather they wanted to hear them or not.

Only now that he is gone, they wish that they had a movie camera and preserved all his stories. What you wouldn't give to hear them one more time.

If you want to become a real hunter, you need to forget about all those gimmick's you see on television. Those things only works because those people using those products are being paid to use those products and most of those deer are being shot inside of a pen someplace and that isn't real hunting in my book.

Real hunting to me is when you are on public land and you shot a deer because you were a better hunter then everyone else and not because you were sitting behind a posted sign and had all the deer to yourself.

Canned hunts teaches you nothing about sportsmanship and the true meaning of hunting.

I can't tell you how many times I dragged deer for other hunters that were old or sick and I was a young pup and just wanted to help a guy out. Or the time when I shot a doe way back in the Indian Caves and gave it away because it was too far to drag back to the camp. I was 3 miles away and the snow was up to your doupah.

That is what real hunting is all about!

:offtopic:Again! This aint about you! Get over yourself

[The_Kat]

Look,

I am 45 years old and I have been disabled since I was 33 years old and I hunt everyday I can. I will quit a job to go hunting if I have to.

I think that someone is pulling my leg here on this one.

My neighbor Johnny, who died in a automobile accident - when he had a epileptic seizure while driving a car, was a straight A student in school, was a 3 letter athlete in high school and was a straight A student in College.

His family was a bunch of outlaws and he never had a nice gun or anything, yet they shot dozens of deer per a year in their crew.

In some situations, where someone does not have a place of their own to go hunting and is too lazy to go out and actually find a place of their own on State Lands, then yes, you can have people who can go for years without getting a deer.

But there is no reason for that , because with the media today, television, magazines and all the other outlets for information such as the internet - you can learn to do just about anything by yourself.

When I started hunting, I was 13 years old. I had been in the woods since I was 6 by myself, but daddy didn't want to take me hunting with him and so he didn't take me when I turned 12. My grandpa stood up for me and told dad that if I didn't go the next year that he wasn't going either.

The sad ending to the story was that my grandpa died picking potato's the next year in September when it was over 90* outside at my uncles house who was a school teacher and made good money.

My first year hunting was a real disaster. My dad and his family was really tight. I used my grandpa's old bolt action .410 shotgun for small game and it was wore out and dangerous - because it would fire when you took the safety off if you pulled the trigger first. So I didn't get anything more then squirrels hunting small game.

Hunting small game such as squirrels teaches you to sit and be patient and to spend long hours in the woods, paying your dues. It also teaches you how to shoot accurately and when you do get game, you learn how to field dress and how to skin and clean game.

When big game season rolled around, my dad had to take me with him because it is illegal to hunt by yourself until you are like 15 years old in Pennsylvania at that time.

A heard of deer came along and dad and I shot a nice 12 point buck and we were fighting in the middle of the woods - who was going to tag it. Most people would be fighting - that it was there deer and wanted to use their own tag.

Dad and I was fighting because neither one of us wanted to tag it because I knew that if I tagged it, I could not go hunting anymore. You were only allowed to shoot one deer a year and I did not have a doe tag, yet I wanted to hunt deer as much as possible.

Dad wanted me to tag it so he didn't have to take me hunting anymore. He wanted to go with his brother or by himself and not be saddled with a kid.

Hunting was not then what it is today. I had no hunting clothes or warm gloves or boots to wear. Not even a warm hat to put on my head. Dad's family was tight and he had too many kids at home and was not willing to spend his money on me. I had a old plastic blaze orange hunting hat, a 30/30 rifle with open sights I borrowed off the school teacher uncle. A box of shells with one shell missing because I stood at camp all day while everyone else sighted in their rifles and when it got to be my turn, they let me shoot one shell and then told me that it was good enough. I cannot tell you if I even hit the target at 100 yards.

I had a pair of steel toe shoes, dad got a new pair from work every year and I took his new shoes and they were not insulated. There was no Thinsulate at that time.

For gloves, I had a pair of brown jersey gloves that he got from work - along with a pair of Burley Bear gloves over top of the brown gloves that he also got from work.

http://www.brookvilleglove.com/Burleybear.htm

For a coat - I had a WW 1 GI green coat with no liner and a tee shirt and a flanel shirt and a sweat shirt. For pants, I had two pairs of blue jeans on and maybe a pair of GI surplus long johns that my one uncle brought home from the airforce - out of the garbage bin.

I wore two pairs of tube socks inside of my shoes and I might or might not have had a pair of artic boots to pull over my shoes. http://www.redhillgeneralstore.com/articboot.htm

There was no luxuries back then.

Hunting involved me sitting in the freezing cold from 6 am to 5 pm and not saying a word about how cold it was or that I wanted to go home, because we walked 3 miles back into the State Game Lands at 5 am and he was not going to go out until we got our deer or the sun went down.

You were not allowed to build a fire back then in the Game Lands and there was no boot warmers or hand warmers like there is today.

I was 15 before I got my first buck and I was 20 before I shot my first doe. So I paid my dues for many years before I became the hunter ( lean, mean, killing machine ) I am today.

If the first time it got hard, I were to give up, I would not be a hunter today. It is easy to sit in the camp and look out the window, or go back to camp to eat lunch or go to the restroom. But I can remember times where everyone else got a deer but me and even when my uncle asked my dad if they should put a drive on for me to try to help me to get a deer or take me someplace else where there was deer to try to get me a opportunity to shoot one, dad would just say screw him, either he gets a deer or else he doesn't.

All I can say is that it is a cruel world out there and if either of my grandfathers had lived long enough to take me hunting maybe things would have been different.

But handing you a opportunity to just go out someplace and have someone hand you a deer doesn't teach you much.

Along with the fact that I think that you had arterial motives when you made this post and maybe you thought that if you got people to feel sorry for you that they would offer you something - like a tv deal where you would get to go hunting with them and become a big shot.

The first buck I shot was with a Remington model 721 30/06 rifle with a Weaver 4x scope and military sling. It was running so fast that I aimed for the front and hit it in the hind quarters. I can show you the exact spot where the deer was running through the woods to this very day. It was a spot I found on my own and I hunted in the same vicinity for many years after that and was very successful.

One funny part to the whole story was when I graduated from high school in 1982 and was hunting on a Wednesday in the same place with my dad and uncle on a warm afternoon. It must have been 70* outside. I bought a Orange hunting suit with my graduation money and my dad and I shot a nice 10 point buck. Someone else was chasing that deer and it ran into a place where they had just logged it out and my dad was getting a drink at the spring and a person yelled down to him that it was coming his way and he stated shooting and it came up to me and I shot a couple of times and hit it and it went down.

When we found it in a pile of tree tops, dad said it was his deer and took it off me. Boy how things changed in 5 years!

Dad won the buck pool at camp ($160) and used the money from the pool to buy himself a new orange hunting suit just like mine.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many deer you get or how many points it has on it's antlers or if it is a trophy or not. All that matters is the stories you make - because when you get sick or old all you are going to have left is the stories anyways - just like my poor old crippled grandfather who was told by my mean old dad and uncle that he was not welcome to stay at the camp anymore - because he got drunk and told his stories to everyone - weather they wanted to hear them or not.

Only now that he is gone, they wish that they had a movie camera and preserved all his stories. What you wouldn't give to hear them one more time.

If you want to become a real hunter, you need to forget about all those gimmick's you see on television. Those things only works because those people using those products are being paid to use those products and most of those deer are being shot inside of a pen someplace and that isn't real hunting in my book.

Real hunting to me is when you are on public land and you shot a deer because you were a better hunter then everyone else and not because you were sitting behind a posted sign and had all the deer to yourself.

Canned hunts teaches you nothing about sportsmanship and the true meaning of hunting.

I can't tell you how many times I dragged deer for other hunters that were old or sick and I was a young pup and just wanted to help a guy out. Or the time when I shot a doe way back in the Indian Caves and gave it away because it was too far to drag back to the camp. I was 3 miles away and the snow was up to your doupah.

That is what real hunting is all about!

Get off your freaking high horse ya dang soap box. I wanna ban you simply because you annoy me.....I have about 20 votes in m favor to do just that so please chill out with the Toby Keith " I wanna talk about me " posts.

[doubledrop]

where else on the web will you find any better people.............NO WHERE. great job Lisa

[doubledrop]

Look,

I am 45 years old and I have been disabled since I was 33 years old and I hunt everyday I can. I will quit a job to go hunting if I have to.

I think that someone is pulling my leg here on this one.

My neighbor Johnny, who died in a automobile accident - when he had a epileptic seizure while driving a car, was a straight A student in school, was a 3 letter athlete in high school and was a straight A student in College.

His family was a bunch of outlaws and he never had a nice gun or anything, yet they shot dozens of deer per a year in their crew.

In some situations, where someone does not have a place of their own to go hunting and is too lazy to go out and actually find a place of their own on State Lands, then yes, you can have people who can go for years without getting a deer.

But there is no reason for that , because with the media today, television, magazines and all the other outlets for information such as the internet - you can learn to do just about anything by yourself.

When I started hunting, I was 13 years old. I had been in the woods since I was 6 by myself, but daddy didn't want to take me hunting with him and so he didn't take me when I turned 12. My grandpa stood up for me and told dad that if I didn't go the next year that he wasn't going either.

The sad ending to the story was that my grandpa died picking potato's the next year in September when it was over 90* outside at my uncles house who was a school teacher and made good money.

My first year hunting was a real disaster. My dad and his family was really tight. I used my grandpa's old bolt action .410 shotgun for small game and it was wore out and dangerous - because it would fire when you took the safety off if you pulled the trigger first. So I didn't get anything more then squirrels hunting small game.

Hunting small game such as squirrels teaches you to sit and be patient and to spend long hours in the woods, paying your dues. It also teaches you how to shoot accurately and when you do get game, you learn how to field dress and how to skin and clean game.

When big game season rolled around, my dad had to take me with him because it is illegal to hunt by yourself until you are like 15 years old in Pennsylvania at that time.

A heard of deer came along and dad and I shot a nice 12 point buck and we were fighting in the middle of the woods - who was going to tag it. Most people would be fighting - that it was there deer and wanted to use their own tag.

Dad and I was fighting because neither one of us wanted to tag it because I knew that if I tagged it, I could not go hunting anymore. You were only allowed to shoot one deer a year and I did not have a doe tag, yet I wanted to hunt deer as much as possible.

Dad wanted me to tag it so he didn't have to take me hunting anymore. He wanted to go with his brother or by himself and not be saddled with a kid.

Hunting was not then what it is today. I had no hunting clothes or warm gloves or boots to wear. Not even a warm hat to put on my head. Dad's family was tight and he had too many kids at home and was not willing to spend his money on me. I had a old plastic blaze orange hunting hat, a 30/30 rifle with open sights I borrowed off the school teacher uncle. A box of shells with one shell missing because I stood at camp all day while everyone else sighted in their rifles and when it got to be my turn, they let me shoot one shell and then told me that it was good enough. I cannot tell you if I even hit the target at 100 yards.

I had a pair of steel toe shoes, dad got a new pair from work every year and I took his new shoes and they were not insulated. There was no Thinsulate at that time.

For gloves, I had a pair of brown jersey gloves that he got from work - along with a pair of Burley Bear gloves over top of the brown gloves that he also got from work.

http://www.brookvilleglove.com/Burleybear.htm

For a coat - I had a WW 1 GI green coat with no liner and a tee shirt and a flanel shirt and a sweat shirt. For pants, I had two pairs of blue jeans on and maybe a pair of GI surplus long johns that my one uncle brought home from the airforce - out of the garbage bin.

I wore two pairs of tube socks inside of my shoes and I might or might not have had a pair of artic boots to pull over my shoes. http://www.redhillgeneralstore.com/articboot.htm

There was no luxuries back then.

Hunting involved me sitting in the freezing cold from 6 am to 5 pm and not saying a word about how cold it was or that I wanted to go home, because we walked 3 miles back into the State Game Lands at 5 am and he was not going to go out until we got our deer or the sun went down.

You were not allowed to build a fire back then in the Game Lands and there was no boot warmers or hand warmers like there is today.

I was 15 before I got my first buck and I was 20 before I shot my first doe. So I paid my dues for many years before I became the hunter ( lean, mean, killing machine ) I am today.

If the first time it got hard, I were to give up, I would not be a hunter today. It is easy to sit in the camp and look out the window, or go back to camp to eat lunch or go to the restroom. But I can remember times where everyone else got a deer but me and even when my uncle asked my dad if they should put a drive on for me to try to help me to get a deer or take me someplace else where there was deer to try to get me a opportunity to shoot one, dad would just say screw him, either he gets a deer or else he doesn't.

All I can say is that it is a cruel world out there and if either of my grandfathers had lived long enough to take me hunting maybe things would have been different.

But handing you a opportunity to just go out someplace and have someone hand you a deer doesn't teach you much.

Along with the fact that I think that you had arterial motives when you made this post and maybe you thought that if you got people to feel sorry for you that they would offer you something - like a tv deal where you would get to go hunting with them and become a big shot.

The first buck I shot was with a Remington model 721 30/06 rifle with a Weaver 4x scope and military sling. It was running so fast that I aimed for the front and hit it in the hind quarters. I can show you the exact spot where the deer was running through the woods to this very day. It was a spot I found on my own and I hunted in the same vicinity for many years after that and was very successful.

One funny part to the whole story was when I graduated from high school in 1982 and was hunting on a Wednesday in the same place with my dad and uncle on a warm afternoon. It must have been 70* outside. I bought a Orange hunting suit with my graduation money and my dad and I shot a nice 10 point buck. Someone else was chasing that deer and it ran into a place where they had just logged it out and my dad was getting a drink at the spring and a person yelled down to him that it was coming his way and he stated shooting and it came up to me and I shot a couple of times and hit it and it went down.

When we found it in a pile of tree tops, dad said it was his deer and took it off me. Boy how things changed in 5 years!

Dad won the buck pool at camp ($160) and used the money from the pool to buy himself a new orange hunting suit just like mine.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many deer you get or how many points it has on it's antlers or if it is a trophy or not. All that matters is the stories you make - because when you get sick or old all you are going to have left is the stories anyways - just like my poor old crippled grandfather who was told by my mean old dad and uncle that he was not welcome to stay at the camp anymore - because he got drunk and told his stories to everyone - weather they wanted to hear them or not.

Only now that he is gone, they wish that they had a movie camera and preserved all his stories. What you wouldn't give to hear them one more time.

If you want to become a real hunter, you need to forget about all those gimmick's you see on television. Those things only works because those people using those products are being paid to use those products and most of those deer are being shot inside of a pen someplace and that isn't real hunting in my book.

Real hunting to me is when you are on public land and you shot a deer because you were a better hunter then everyone else and not because you were sitting behind a posted sign and had all the deer to yourself.

Canned hunts teaches you nothing about sportsmanship and the true meaning of hunting.

I can't tell you how many times I dragged deer for other hunters that were old or sick and I was a young pup and just wanted to help a guy out. Or the time when I shot a doe way back in the Indian Caves and gave it away because it was too far to drag back to the camp. I was 3 miles away and the snow was up to your doupah.

That is what real hunting is all about!

oh yeah i forgot to mention.....:ban:

[HCO Team]

You bring up a lot of interesting points MoorsevilleRocket.

Sounds as though you have been fortunate to have people in your life to take you hunting or at least give you direction, no matter the circumstance.

Everyone is handed a different path...some may be similar to yours and some may be polar opposite.

Not everyone that is in this "Industry" is out for themselves. Not everyone is out there to exploit for the almighty dollar. Some want to share a love, a passion, that was once shared or introduced to them at one point in their life. The appreciation of wildlife, establishing a respect, a certain sense of grounding comes with these experiences to those that are open to them.

I look at it this way -

Nothing to loose and everything to gain when sharing a love for the outdoors. It's not what you have, it's what you do with it that counts.

Respectfully,

Lisa

[Adjam5]

Look,

I am 45 years old and I have been disabled since I was 33 years old and I hunt everyday I can. I will quit a job to go hunting if I have to.

I think that someone is pulling my leg here on this one.

My neighbor Johnny, who died in a automobile accident - when he had a epileptic seizure while driving a car, was a straight A student in school, was a 3 letter athlete in high school and was a straight A student in College.

His family was a bunch of outlaws and he never had a nice gun or anything, yet they shot dozens of deer per a year in their crew.

In some situations, where someone does not have a place of their own to go hunting and is too lazy to go out and actually find a place of their own on State Lands, then yes, you can have people who can go for years without getting a deer.

But there is no reason for that , because with the media today, television, magazines and all the other outlets for information such as the internet - you can learn to do just about anything by yourself.

When I started hunting, I was 13 years old. I had been in the woods since I was 6 by myself, but daddy didn't want to take me hunting with him and so he didn't take me when I turned 12. My grandpa stood up for me and told dad that if I didn't go the next year that he wasn't going either.

The sad ending to the story was that my grandpa died picking potato's the next year in September when it was over 90* outside at my uncles house who was a school teacher and made good money.

My first year hunting was a real disaster. My dad and his family was really tight. I used my grandpa's old bolt action .410 shotgun for small game and it was wore out and dangerous - because it would fire when you took the safety off if you pulled the trigger first. So I didn't get anything more then squirrels hunting small game.

Hunting small game such as squirrels teaches you to sit and be patient and to spend long hours in the woods, paying your dues. It also teaches you how to shoot accurately and when you do get game, you learn how to field dress and how to skin and clean game.

When big game season rolled around, my dad had to take me with him because it is illegal to hunt by yourself until you are like 15 years old in Pennsylvania at that time.

A heard of deer came along and dad and I shot a nice 12 point buck and we were fighting in the middle of the woods - who was going to tag it. Most people would be fighting - that it was there deer and wanted to use their own tag.

Dad and I was fighting because neither one of us wanted to tag it because I knew that if I tagged it, I could not go hunting anymore. You were only allowed to shoot one deer a year and I did not have a doe tag, yet I wanted to hunt deer as much as possible.

Dad wanted me to tag it so he didn't have to take me hunting anymore. He wanted to go with his brother or by himself and not be saddled with a kid.

Hunting was not then what it is today. I had no hunting clothes or warm gloves or boots to wear. Not even a warm hat to put on my head. Dad's family was tight and he had too many kids at home and was not willing to spend his money on me. I had a old plastic blaze orange hunting hat, a 30/30 rifle with open sights I borrowed off the school teacher uncle. A box of shells with one shell missing because I stood at camp all day while everyone else sighted in their rifles and when it got to be my turn, they let me shoot one shell and then told me that it was good enough. I cannot tell you if I even hit the target at 100 yards.

I had a pair of steel toe shoes, dad got a new pair from work every year and I took his new shoes and they were not insulated. There was no Thinsulate at that time.

For gloves, I had a pair of brown jersey gloves that he got from work - along with a pair of Burley Bear gloves over top of the brown gloves that he also got from work.

http://www.brookvilleglove.com/Burleybear.htm

For a coat - I had a WW 1 GI green coat with no liner and a tee shirt and a flanel shirt and a sweat shirt. For pants, I had two pairs of blue jeans on and maybe a pair of GI surplus long johns that my one uncle brought home from the airforce - out of the garbage bin.

I wore two pairs of tube socks inside of my shoes and I might or might not have had a pair of artic boots to pull over my shoes. http://www.redhillgeneralstore.com/articboot.htm

There was no luxuries back then.

Hunting involved me sitting in the freezing cold from 6 am to 5 pm and not saying a word about how cold it was or that I wanted to go home, because we walked 3 miles back into the State Game Lands at 5 am and he was not going to go out until we got our deer or the sun went down.

You were not allowed to build a fire back then in the Game Lands and there was no boot warmers or hand warmers like there is today.

I was 15 before I got my first buck and I was 20 before I shot my first doe. So I paid my dues for many years before I became the hunter ( lean, mean, killing machine ) I am today.

If the first time it got hard, I were to give up, I would not be a hunter today. It is easy to sit in the camp and look out the window, or go back to camp to eat lunch or go to the restroom. But I can remember times where everyone else got a deer but me and even when my uncle asked my dad if they should put a drive on for me to try to help me to get a deer or take me someplace else where there was deer to try to get me a opportunity to shoot one, dad would just say screw him, either he gets a deer or else he doesn't.

All I can say is that it is a cruel world out there and if either of my grandfathers had lived long enough to take me hunting maybe things would have been different.

But handing you a opportunity to just go out someplace and have someone hand you a deer doesn't teach you much.

Along with the fact that I think that you had arterial motives when you made this post and maybe you thought that if you got people to feel sorry for you that they would offer you something - like a tv deal where you would get to go hunting with them and become a big shot.

The first buck I shot was with a Remington model 721 30/06 rifle with a Weaver 4x scope and military sling. It was running so fast that I aimed for the front and hit it in the hind quarters. I can show you the exact spot where the deer was running through the woods to this very day. It was a spot I found on my own and I hunted in the same vicinity for many years after that and was very successful.

One funny part to the whole story was when I graduated from high school in 1982 and was hunting on a Wednesday in the same place with my dad and uncle on a warm afternoon. It must have been 70* outside. I bought a Orange hunting suit with my graduation money and my dad and I shot a nice 10 point buck. Someone else was chasing that deer and it ran into a place where they had just logged it out and my dad was getting a drink at the spring and a person yelled down to him that it was coming his way and he stated shooting and it came up to me and I shot a couple of times and hit it and it went down.

When we found it in a pile of tree tops, dad said it was his deer and took it off me. Boy how things changed in 5 years!

Dad won the buck pool at camp ($160) and used the money from the pool to buy himself a new orange hunting suit just like mine.

In the end, it doesn't matter how many deer you get or how many points it has on it's antlers or if it is a trophy or not. All that matters is the stories you make - because when you get sick or old all you are going to have left is the stories anyways - just like my poor old crippled grandfather who was told by my mean old dad and uncle that he was not welcome to stay at the camp anymore - because he got drunk and told his stories to everyone - weather they wanted to hear them or not.

Only now that he is gone, they wish that they had a movie camera and preserved all his stories. What you wouldn't give to hear them one more time.

If you want to become a real hunter, you need to forget about all those gimmick's you see on television. Those things only works because those people using those products are being paid to use those products and most of those deer are being shot inside of a pen someplace and that isn't real hunting in my book.

Real hunting to me is when you are on public land and you shot a deer because you were a better hunter then everyone else and not because you were sitting behind a posted sign and had all the deer to yourself.

Canned hunts teaches you nothing about sportsmanship and the true meaning of hunting.

I can't tell you how many times I dragged deer for other hunters that were old or sick and I was a young pup and just wanted to help a guy out. Or the time when I shot a doe way back in the Indian Caves and gave it away because it was too far to drag back to the camp. I was 3 miles away and the snow was up to your doupah.

That is what real hunting is all about!

What the heck is with this guy?

Man...what an attention seeker/hijacker.

Kyle I'm with ya bud.

Alan this is about YOU and the wonderful people who have stepped up and aiding you in your quest. God Bless you folk at HCO .

Prayers headed your way for a great Christmas and a promising harvest.

[brad dryden]

Any ways Allen when are you heading on your hunting trip? Or did you already go?

[ALAN]

its comming up..it set for jan 2nd

[HCO Team]

Jeremy and Tyler are looking so forward to it too!! Dress warm you guys and have FUN!!!

[Dakota]

Looking forward to seeing some pics, Alan!

Dakota

[buckee]

Happy New Year Alan

2 more days :yes:...Geesh, I wish I could go and help too. Helping someone else get a deer is just as, if not more rewarding as getting your own.

Way to go H.C.O. ..(hey, I'm a poet and don't know it)

[ALAN]

thank you buckee..happy new year to you and yours buckee..2 more days and its smackdown time for me...one day i hope to be a buckmaster like everyone on realtrree...if it wasnt for this site this hunt wouldnt be happening..im pumped for this hunt,to be in the woods looking at deer there movement what they are doing etc..

[wyohunter]

good luck my friend

[MichiganHunter]

Alan,

I hope you have loads of fun...well I guess you are for sure going to have fun....I was wondering, are you going to put on and adult depends, cause when that first deer steps out you WILL crap your self....LOL...I know you are already going threw it but check, double check and tripple check your gear.....make sure you scent treat your clothing REALLY REALLY good.....Go get some Pepto Bismol, Just incase...lol...Good luck my friend.