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| bigmacc:
--- Quote from: Humptulips on January 06, 2022, 10:38:27 PM --- --- Quote from: AL WORRELLS KID on December 31, 2021, 11:34:26 PM ---[quote author=bigmacc My dad took an old timer back in "67" that was a monster. The fish and game fellas said it was the biggest buck they had seen at the time, figured him at over 400 lbs. on the hoof (mule deer), the darn thing only had one tooth left and they figured he never would have made it through the winter, (they said my dads buck was 12 1/2 to 13 1/2 years old.) --- End quote --- --- End quote --- Geez I bet that SOB was tough. [/quote] Ha, yes it was Humptulips :chuckle: I posted a picture of it on here a few years ago with my great grandma standing next to it, a HUGE non-typical with a face only a mother could love :chuckle:. My great grandparents were raising hunting labs and German shorthairs at the time, we ground the whole thing into burger so we could doctor it up with different recipes to eat it and the dogs ate good that year too :chuckle: :tup:. No waste :tup: |
| gee_unit360:
--- Quote from: redi on October 01, 2021, 02:43:07 PM ---Hump. You need to post some pictures --- End quote --- Agreed! |
| bigmacc:
I believe it was 1946 or 47 :dunno: We have the pictures. A fella by the name of Henry #$%^ was at camp. Its not a memory of mine, but my dad used to tell stories of this buck, my dad killed many himself but this one was killed by another and was one of his "Good Memory Bucks" Dad had said Henry was a friend of grandma and grandpas, he loved to hunt, they met in Alaska. Henry was at camp when my dad was in his prime. I remember dad saying that grandpa told him "you got to watch and learn how this guy shoots". Henry shot on the same trap team as my grandma and grandpa and was a hell of a shot, both eventually shot on the USA Trap Shooting Team. After a few years Henry had come down with cancer, he still made it to camp. Dad said that one day, Henry, my great grandpa and my dad went to a spot that Henry wanted to go. It was a day my dad said he'd never forget. The three of them sat on a hillside, a foot of snow on the ground. It was cold. Dad told the story of a big A$$ buck walking from behind a bench. Grandpa asked Henry If it was the one he wanted, no answer. Henry just raised his rifle and killed the buck, a nice heavy 2 by 3, its in one of our albums. Henry passed before the next season. My dad said it was one of the best shots he had ever seen, about 200yards with peep sights. |
| bigmacc:
One more. I think it was in the 40,s maybe 50,s :dunno: Looking at the picture as I type. Paul, another friend of grandma and grandpas. Ive told many stories of this fella, a Slav Fisherman, tough as nails, worked for the grandparents up at Kodiak. Packed deer out on his back, yep, it was his downfall. Ok, this picture is of Paul standing next to a big 6 by 7, can't tell, grandma only wrote "Paul" 1940?..., big buck on the back". Paul was around in camp when I was able to actually know him. Arms like Popeye from pulling nets, (my dad used to say, "look at his arms, their like Popeyes" :chuckle:. I remember coming into camp one night(it took us 6-7 hours to drive from Everett) and seeing the "Bellingham Bunch" sitting around a fire that looked like it was a house on fire! Back then, maybe 50 or so people gathered, then another fire with another clan with dozens around it. I have told the story and posted pictures of 20 bucks on one ridge pole, then another picture of 20 more, then another and another. We have pictures of 40-50 bucks hanging between all the camps at Little Bellingham in its hay days. This was during Pauls "hay days". He and grandma used to hunt a lot together, they would have each others back. Paul was in a picture I posted years ago, it was him and another big buck that was actually a buck that I still have the antlers of. My grandma was a hell of a shot(already told that story), one day she dropped two bucks(it was ok back then), Paul was on a rock that was in a spot probably a lot of folks would know now days, only its owned by another, now. Paul and grandma pulled these two deer for a couple miles, Paul finally said, "G@#$%^, we got to get out of here", dad told the story of the two of them moving through thickets, moving downhill and coming to a stop, they both looked at each other, now what do we do? They laughed, looked at each other and said, "this is gonna cost us a bunch of money" :chuckle: Well, there was a well known family in the valley that made you buy a jug of cider, IF you drug a buck though their property. Back in those days, they knew us, we knew them, they knew we would be living on cider during hunting season :chuckle: :chuckle: Well grandma and Paul got down to the spot where they would need to "pay the toll", This fella was there to collect. He said something like (my dads story) "well hell, thats a big boy" "well hell, you got 2 big boys!", they all stood there, contemplating "a deal", they did. Dad said that grandma told Mr L*&^%$% that she would buy 10 jugs of cider for a lifelong pass :chuckle: :chuckle:He accepted. Paul and his clan pulled over a hundred deer through that turf over the years, our bunch did too. That was the best investment grandma ever made :chuckle:. We still bought cider from these folks every year. They in fact came to our camp for dinners until he and his wife passed. Those really were the good ole days. There are some still left on here who know exactly who these folks were. Man, I miss those days. |
| baldopepper:
Your stories sure bring back memories. My early years were in Utah, while a different location stories are similar. 50's and 60's permits were all otc and was common to see camps of 40-50 people. Most camps were 3 generations of families and assorted close friends. The deer camp was the annual family reunion, men bragged about having enough senority with the company to get vacation during the week of the deer hunt..Schools closed the Friday before opening day because attendance was so low with all the kids leaving with their families to go deer hunting. All the big sporting goods stores had a biggest deer contest with the main one (Wolfes sporting goods) actually announcing and showing the winner on television after the hunt ended. First prize was a new jeep. The deer hunt went beyond just a hunt, it was a time when families and friends got together and renewed old memories and friendships. Every kid hoped one day he'd be able to brag about the big buck he shot or at least tell the story of the big one somebody else in the camp got. Obviously you were one of those kids Big Mac, as I was. Like you, I really miss those days, but your stories help keep the memories alive. |
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