Post by: remington300mag on October 12, 2013, 03:43:29 PM
I'll start off by saying my son has hunted his butt off for 2 years now......hiking further, longer, and more steep than most kids his age could or would. Never mumbling so much as a complaint.....he truly loves the sport of hunting.....even though his dad hasn't been able to put him on a shooter.....1st year, 13 2 points and spikes and does.....last year finally seen a shooter 2x2 with an eye guard at last light on the last day while driving home.....still no complaints....he just keeps hunting.
That is what makes what happened today break my heart.....yet also filled me so full of being proud of the son I have raised. I started full time guiding this year for salmon, so I haven't had near the time for scouting as I would like....the few days I did get out I didn't see much (3 does) in any of my old stomping grounds.....did see wolf tracks (mission unit) so now I decided to look somewhere new opening day....somewhere I had hunted before but had not scouted. We get up at 2:30am and out the door by 3..... Wanted to make sure we got our spot to walk in before someone else. Left the truck an hour and a half before light to get set up and wait for the action to start. Right at first light I see a group of 4 hunters working their way along a logging road towards where we were watching.....and 2 other hunters coming in from the top of the ridge.....about that time my son, glassing all the time, spots a deer! I throw my glasses up and notice its a buck.....spotting scope set up I zoom in and see it is a nice wide and tall 3x3..... I tell my boy it was a shooter and to get ready....no time at all he is on his bi-pod and ready....I range the deer at 286 yards.....tell him one more time where to hold and he squeezes the trigger....the buck spins around....face plants....tries to get up and starts rolling down into hell it's self....tried to get its feet under it again about 125 yards down the hill but just ended up taking a header into a down burned tree. never moved again. Layed there with its head caught in the limbs of the tree for near 20 minutes while I attacked my son....cheering and carrying on. Every dad thinks of this moment and it was finally our turn!! So, we get our gear all together and grab our packs.....about this time all hell breaks loose right under us......gun fire and a lot of it!!! 7 or 8 shots in the first volley.... Then probably 6 more in the second.....we figured another buck was getting some warning shots....so we drop down the back of our ridge to get in a logging road that would get us much closer to my sons buck......as we start to drop off the hill I notice 4 guys standing at my sons buck.....of coarse I immediately seen red.....I took off down the mountain,son following behind me. As I approach the group (2 adults, 1 teen, 1 about 12 like my son) I see they are gutting the buck.....and it has been shot to hell!!! I asked what they thought they were doing and they said they seen the buck bedded down and shot it.....I mention in not such a nice tone that the reason the buck was laying there is because it was dead already.....asked them why they thought it wouldn't die with their multiple hits.....then mentioned cause it's head was stuck in the limbs......now all I will say is the conversation was not going well....lots of broken English.....the 2 adults were getting pretty pissed.....and I wasn't the calmest of folks. My son stood there at my side the entire time.....never flinched....never scared. Then about the time things were getting really heated.....my son speaks up and asked... "So, which one of you actually tagged the buck?" The youngest of the 4 raised his hand....my son then asked him, "is this your first buck?" The kids said yes.....and my normally timid son looks at the kid and says in the most manly .voice a 12 year old could speak and says, "you know, that would have been my first buck too.... But it isn't worth fighting over. Come on dad, they can have it." Of coarse I was having none of that......but my son looked at me and said, "really dad, they can have it, they already shot it up really bad" He then just smiled and headed up the hill....I was truly overcome.....I'm known as a guy with a hot temper, an angry guy, a hard ass.....and here is my son......sweet, caring, straight A's, athlete, loving, calm.....more of a thinker......I did something I never thought I would do.....I turned and walked away....all because my 12 year old told me it was ok.....didn't talk about it on the way home.....couldn't stay out due to my bum knee swelling after walking out of the hell hole..... I would have been very proud of my son today for getting his first buck..... But there's no measure to how proud I am of him for being the bigger man.... He is already way a head of his 36 year old father.....we teach our kids a lot in life.... And sometimes they teach us a thing or 2.....
Post by: wingsandwilds on October 12, 2013, 03:52:05 PM
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Post by: deerhunter_98520 on October 12, 2013, 04:04:05 PM
:tup: Great story! Not only am I impressed with your son, but it sounds like you had a 'first' as well. He sounds like someone who will be a leader some day and take care of others. I wish you both the best this season. Congrats to your boy...Karma works wonders. ;)
:yeah: that's a son to be proud of :tup:
Post by: remington300mag on October 12, 2013, 04:07:36 PM
Here is something to throw out there...... What would you have done in this situation today with the deer???
Post by: Pinetar on October 12, 2013, 04:20:58 PM
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Post by: longrange7mm on October 12, 2013, 05:26:21 PM
Post by: PolarBear on October 12, 2013, 05:38:53 PM
What a class act your son is :tup:, the deer God's will reward him I am sure, best of luck to him, Not sure I could have kept my cool either.:yeah:
You did a great job of raising that young man! Definitely a son to be proud of!
Post by: MLBowhunting on October 12, 2013, 06:05:10 PM
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Post by: remington300mag on October 12, 2013, 07:08:23 PM
Nwwanderer....pm sent
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Post by: pianoman9701 on October 12, 2013, 09:23:56 PM
Post by: JJB11B on October 12, 2013, 09:32:38 PM
So, just to get it out right away...this is not a heart warming story of a boys first dear or anything. Instead it is a story of a boy that has more courage, heart, drive, and the sweetest boy a guy could ask to call his son!It is really neat to see sportsman that have kids growing up the right way, I am really sorry that had to happen but your son probably handled that better thatn any of us. Just one more reason why I quit rifle hunting. I had shot a buck and then watched another hunter shoot it. I had hit a little off the money and it would have taken a second shot. still grinds my gears that people will shoot an animal that is already being engaged by another hunter. I did an about face and walked back to the truck. I hunted modern one more year and threw in the towel
I'll start off by saying my son has hunted his butt off for 2 years now......hiking further, longer, and more steep than most kids his age could or would. Never mumbling so much as a complaint.....he truly loves the sport of hunting.....even though his dad hasn't been able to put him on a shooter.....1st year, 13 2 points and spikes and does.....last year finally seen a shooter 2x2 with an eye guard at last light on the last day while driving home.....still no complaints....he just keeps hunting.
That is what makes what happened today break my heart.....yet also filled me so full of being proud of the son I have raised. I started full time guiding this year for salmon, so I haven't had near the time for scouting as I would like....the few days I did get out I didn't see much (3 does) in any of my old stomping grounds.....did see wolf tracks (mission unit) so now I decided to look somewhere new opening day....somewhere I had hunted before but had not scouted. We get up at 2:30am and out the door by 3..... Wanted to make sure we got our spot to walk in before someone else. Left the truck an hour and a half before light to get set up and wait for the action to start. Right at first light I see a group of 4 hunters working their way along a logging road towards where we were watching.....and 2 other hunters coming in from the top of the ridge.....about that time my son, glassing all the time, spots a deer! I throw my glasses up and notice its a buck.....spotting scope set up I zoom in and see it is a nice wide and tall 3x3..... I tell my boy it was a shooter and to get ready....no time at all he is on his bi-pod and ready....I range the deer at 286 yards.....tell him one more time where to hold and he squeezes the trigger....the buck spins around....face plants....tries to get up and starts rolling down into hell it's self....tried to get its feet under it again about 125 yards down the hill but just ended up taking a header into a down burned tree. never moved again. Layed there with its head caught in the limbs of the tree for near 20 minutes while I attacked my son....cheering and carrying on. Every dad thinks of this moment and it was finally our turn!! So, we get our gear all together and grab our packs.....about this time all hell breaks loose right under us......gun fire and a lot of it!!! 7 or 8 shots in the first volley.... Then probably 6 more in the second.....we figured another buck was getting some warning shots....so we drop down the back of our ridge to get in a logging road that would get us much closer to my sons buck......as we start to drop off the hill I notice 4 guys standing at my sons buck.....of coarse I immediately seen red.....I took off down the mountain,son following behind me. As I approach the group (2 adults, 1 teen, 1 about 12 like my son) I see they are gutting the buck.....and it has been shot to hell!!! I asked what they thought they were doing and they said they seen the buck bedded down and shot it.....I mention in not such a nice tone that the reason the buck was laying there is because it was dead already.....asked them why they thought it wouldn't die with their multiple hits.....then mentioned cause it's head was stuck in the limbs......now all I will say is the conversation was not going well....lots of broken English.....the 2 adults were getting pretty pissed.....and I wasn't the calmest of folks. My son stood there at my side the entire time.....never flinched....never scared. Then about the time things were getting really heated.....my son speaks up and asked... "So, which one of you actually tagged the buck?" The youngest of the 4 raised his hand....my son then asked him, "is this your first buck?" The kids said yes.....and my normally timid son looks at the kid and says in the most manly .voice a 12 year old could speak and says, "you know, that would have been my first buck too.... But it isn't worth fighting over. Come on dad, they can have it." Of coarse I was having none of that......but my son looked at me and said, "really dad, they can have it, they already shot it up really bad" He then just smiled and headed up the hill....I was truly overcome.....I'm known as a guy with a hot temper, an angry guy, a hard ass.....and here is my son......sweet, caring, straight A's, athlete, loving, calm.....more of a thinker......I did something I never thought I would do.....I turned and walked away....all because my 12 year old told me it was ok.....didn't talk about it on the way home.....couldn't stay out due to my bum knee swelling after walking out of the hell hole..... I would have been very proud of my son today for getting his first buck..... But there's no measure to how proud I am of him for being the bigger man.... He is already way a head of his 36 year old father.....we teach our kids a lot in life.... And sometimes they teach us a thing or 2.....
Post by: washelkhunter on October 12, 2013, 09:42:30 PM
What a great story about a great kid. Thank you for sharing it.:yeah:
Post by: savagehunter on October 12, 2013, 09:50:34 PM
Post by: akfireman on October 12, 2013, 10:11:36 PM
Safe Hunting and let us know back on here when he gets it!!!!!!
Post by: Sneekee23 on October 12, 2013, 11:09:14 PM
Post by: lokidog on October 12, 2013, 11:12:22 PM
Remington300mag.... You should be Proud. These are the type of moments that I can not wait seeing my son becoming a man. When he puts his tag on the next deer that he shoots it is going to feel even greater to him.
Safe Hunting and let us know back on here when he gets it!!!!!!
:yeah: Brought a tear or two to my eye. Good job raising a true sportsman!
Post by: Hockeyhunter on October 12, 2013, 11:15:20 PM
Post by: wafisherman on October 13, 2013, 08:30:26 AM
Post by: brianmtsinc on October 13, 2013, 08:52:56 AM
There is nothing better, no masher deer or monster elk, that comes close to the pride you feel today about your son. Congratulations on something much more important! :tup:
Post by: HUNTINCOUPLE on October 13, 2013, 08:57:16 AM
What a great story! Thank you for sharing this.
There is nothing better, no masher deer or monster elk, that comes close to the pride you feel today about your son. Congratulations on something much more important! :tup:
:yeah: :tup:
Post by: JBar on October 13, 2013, 09:04:08 AM
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Post by: HntnFsh on October 28, 2013, 05:28:32 PM
That young man is going to do good for himself. And I have no doubt that he will get his share of trophies!
Dont let him get discouraged. Dont let him give up. His times coming!
One thought I have about the little boy that tagged the deer. He probably knew it was wrong. But could you imagine the pressure he was under from the rest of those idiots. Sure hope he is strong enough to grow up and break that mold.
Thank you for sharing this story. Just helps reinforce that this world will be OK with young men like your son coming up to make their mark in it.
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Post by: swanny on October 29, 2013, 11:03:04 AM
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Post by: Boss .300 winmag on October 29, 2013, 11:18:05 AM
your son is a true sportsMAN! :tup:
Post by: WALLEYEGUY on October 29, 2013, 11:19:58 AM
Post by: Smokepole on October 29, 2013, 11:32:07 AM
Thanks for such an uplifting post! :tup:
Post by: C-Money on October 29, 2013, 11:38:48 AM
Post by: gtrplr on October 29, 2013, 12:04:17 PM
Wow, what a great story. Your son is a true sportsman. You should be so proud of him. It also takes a big man to listen to his son when he makes sense. The kid was right & you weren't too proud to let him have his way. You give a kid that kind of respect, and you will have a best friend for life. My congratulation go out to both of you -- to the kid for showing what it is to be a true sportsman, and to you for being an exemplary father and mentor.
Thanks for such an uplifting post! :tup:
I agree 110%, you are obviously an excellent role model for a true sportsman and a bigger man than myself! I'm going to take something from this situation and if this ever happens to me I'm going to handle it the same way, walk away. If this happened to me yesterday I would not be walking away without a fight to teach my son to always stand up for what is right, now I know better and what the real right thing is to do!
Post by: combs338 on October 29, 2013, 12:22:07 PM
So, just to get it out right away...this is not a heart warming story of a boys first dear or anything. Instead it is a story of a boy that has more courage, heart, drive, and the sweetest boy a guy could ask to call his son!
I'll start off by saying my son has hunted his butt off for 2 years now......hiking further, longer, and more steep than most kids his age could or would. Never mumbling so much as a complaint.....he truly loves the sport of hunting.....even though his dad hasn't been able to put him on a shooter.....1st year, 13 2 points and spikes and does.....last year finally seen a shooter 2x2 with an eye guard at last light on the last day while driving home.....still no complaints....he just keeps hunting.
That is what makes what happened today break my heart.....yet also filled me so full of being proud of the son I have raised. I started full time guiding this year for salmon, so I haven't had near the time for scouting as I would like....the few days I did get out I didn't see much (3 does) in any of my old stomping grounds.....did see wolf tracks (mission unit) so now I decided to look somewhere new opening day....somewhere I had hunted before but had not scouted. We get up at 2:30am and out the door by 3..... Wanted to make sure we got our spot to walk in before someone else. Left the truck an hour and a half before light to get set up and wait for the action to start. Right at first light I see a group of 4 hunters working their way along a logging road towards where we were watching.....and 2 other hunters coming in from the top of the ridge.....about that time my son, glassing all the time, spots a deer! I throw my glasses up and notice its a buck.....spotting scope set up I zoom in and see it is a nice wide and tall 3x3..... I tell my boy it was a shooter and to get ready....no time at all he is on his bi-pod and ready....I range the deer at 286 yards.....tell him one more time where to hold and he squeezes the trigger....the buck spins around....face plants....tries to get up and starts rolling down into hell it's self....tried to get its feet under it again about 125 yards down the hill but just ended up taking a header into a down burned tree. never moved again. Layed there with its head caught in the limbs of the tree for near 20 minutes while I attacked my son....cheering and carrying on. Every dad thinks of this moment and it was finally our turn!! So, we get our gear all together and grab our packs.....about this time all hell breaks loose right under us......gun fire and a lot of it!!! 7 or 8 shots in the first volley.... Then probably 6 more in the second.....we figured another buck was getting some warning shots....so we drop down the back of our ridge to get in a logging road that would get us much closer to my sons buck......as we start to drop off the hill I notice 4 guys standing at my sons buck.....of coarse I immediately seen red.....I took off down the mountain,son following behind me. As I approach the group (2 adults, 1 teen, 1 about 12 like my son) I see they are gutting the buck.....and it has been shot to hell!!! I asked what they thought they were doing and they said they seen the buck bedded down and shot it.....I mention in not such a nice tone that the reason the buck was laying there is because it was dead already.....asked them why they thought it wouldn't die with their multiple hits.....then mentioned cause it's head was stuck in the limbs......now all I will say is the conversation was not going well....lots of broken English.....the 2 adults were getting pretty pissed.....and I wasn't the calmest of folks. My son stood there at my side the entire time.....never flinched....never scared. Then about the time things were getting really heated.....my son speaks up and asked... "So, which one of you actually tagged the buck?" The youngest of the 4 raised his hand....my son then asked him, "is this your first buck?" The kids said yes.....and my normally timid son looks at the kid and says in the most manly .voice a 12 year old could speak and says, "you know, that would have been my first buck too.... But it isn't worth fighting over. Come on dad, they can have it." Of coarse I was having none of that......but my son looked at me and said, "really dad, they can have it, they already shot it up really bad" He then just smiled and headed up the hill....I was truly overcome.....I'm known as a guy with a hot temper, an angry guy, a hard ass.....and here is my son......sweet, caring, straight A's, athlete, loving, calm.....more of a thinker......I did something I never thought I would do.....I turned and walked away....all because my 12 year old told me it was ok.....didn't talk about it on the way home.....couldn't stay out due to my bum knee swelling after walking out of the hell hole..... I would have been very proud of my son today for getting his first buck..... But there's no measure to how proud I am of him for being the bigger man.... He is already way a head of his 36 year old father.....we teach our kids a lot in life.... And sometimes they teach us a thing or 2.....
:tup: