Post by: boneaddict on October 15, 2011, 07:19:13 AM
I can only hope that there are some young hearts out there that are experiencing the same that I did. Bless my Dad for all that he gave to me. People talk of tradition. I know that I have lived it. I have come to hate change and time.
How would I have known 30 years ago that I was building a foundation of who and what I am today, and that what I was living would be etched in stone in my memory. Simply amazing.
Post by: Austrian Hunter on October 15, 2011, 08:32:33 AM
Great post and so true!
Post by: Bigshooter on October 15, 2011, 08:43:01 AM
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Post by: Hyde on October 15, 2011, 09:08:55 AM
As I sit here in my clear cut with a full cell signal, I realize things have changed a lot technology wise, but nothing has changed with regards to the excitement of opening day.
Post by: DuckDr.Duke on October 15, 2011, 09:31:04 AM
Post by: mulehunter on October 15, 2011, 10:01:26 AM
Enjoy hunting season.
Mulehunter. :tup:
Post by: Idabooner on October 15, 2011, 10:05:30 AM
Iv'e had many many adventures since with Bone and the other boys, but now I will just wait for you guys storys. My old legs won't get me out past the pumpkin patch any more. It's the hunt that I always enjoyed more than killing something. Have fun out there.
Post by: CedarPants on October 15, 2011, 10:05:36 AM
14 years ago for me. Wasn't a hunter growing up, then Grandpa bought 20 acres in 97' when I was a sophmore at EWU. He handed me an old Winchester model 88 in .308, handed my dad a Ruger M77 in 7mm Rem mag, and said "let's go hunting". That moment changed my life.
Dad shot his first buck and I shot my first buck one week later. His was a 2x2, mine was a 5x5. The memories created around the campfire are something I cherish.
I've since bought the 20 acres from Grandpa and will soon be taking my boys to hunt up there. Dad and Grandpa don't hunt much anymore, but they both tagged along and hung out at elk camp 2 weekends ago. The smiles on their faces seeing me bring my first elk ever into camp were even bigger than the smiles on their faces 14 years ago when they saw me bring my first deer into camp.
Post by: cle elum bowhunter on October 15, 2011, 10:08:15 AM
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Post by: bearpaw on October 15, 2011, 12:23:09 PM
I can tell you where I was to the minute this day 30 years ago. It was my first hunting season and I was 10. So many memories and traditions. The smell of wet sage in the fall.......
I can only hope that there are some young hearts out there that are experiencing the same that I did. Bless my Dad for all that he gave to me. People talk of tradition. I know that I have lived it. I have come to hate change and time.
How would I have known 30 years ago that I was building a foundation of who and what I am today, and that what I was living would be etched in stone in my memory. Simply amazing.
Great post..... know what you mean. :tup:
Post by: silverdalesauer on October 15, 2011, 01:21:08 PM
:yike: :yike: My heart was racing and I stood there shaking thinking "What the heck just happened?" :yike: :yike:
While showing me how to identify a deer track he heard and spotted a big buck in the brush right next to us. It was likely the deer from those track we were looking at. And as soon as he shot the deer bounded through the woods. Later, we found it dead by a log and found a hole through his ears (must have been hit when he jumped).
Oh, I'll never forget my first day and all those memories that come sweeping back. Its better than Christmas - It's Deer Season!!!
Can't wait to get out next week for 5 days!
Post by: webbspinner on October 16, 2011, 02:04:57 AM
I can tell you where I was to the minute this day 30 years ago. It was my first hunting season and I was 10. So many memories and traditions. The smell of wet sage in the fall.......
I can only hope that there are some young hearts out there that are experiencing the same that I did. Bless my Dad for all that he gave to me. People talk of tradition. I know that I have lived it. I have come to hate change and time.
How would I have known 30 years ago that I was building a foundation of who and what I am today, and that what I was living would be etched in stone in my memory. Simply amazing.
Great post..... know what you mean. :tup:
:yeah: 36 years for me and still wait all year for it. Hoping to get back to my home side of the state and chase muleys again. And in the last 10 years have added elk hunting to the tradition, my son had his 10th thru 12th birthday parties at elk camp until Mama got tired of that. :chuckle: When I lose the anticipation and excitement, or more likely be physically unable, I will stop. A bad day hunting is still better than a good day at work. God Bless
Post by: WARHORSE on October 16, 2011, 08:44:19 AM
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Post by: Hunting Cowboy on October 17, 2011, 06:08:21 PM
I feel sort of empty this morning, like something is missing. This is the first hunt I've sat out for many years, guess I've made the circle. I can still remember every detail of my first solo hunt 65 years ago, I was 11 years old. The fresh smell of the fir trees, the warm sun breaking through the fog patches, the fresh track in the trail and there he was standing there waiting for me to shoot. The pounding heart, the open sight picture of the 32 special jumping around, trying to hold steady on his lung, then the shot and he run 50 feet before dropping.
Iv'e had many many adventures since with Bone and the other boys, but now I will just wait for you guys storys. My old legs won't get me out past the pumpkin patch any more. It's the hunt that I always enjoyed more than killing something. Have fun out there.
Great post Bone. And I can empathize with Idaboomer. My dad is unable to get out there but the memories that we've made over the past 40 years are worth remembering and reliving. And important for the grand kids to hear.
Post by: boneaddict on October 17, 2011, 06:09:39 PM
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Post by: runamuk on October 17, 2011, 06:54:14 PM
This is my first year. I am 28 years old been on unemployment for as long as they will let you my benefits are about to run out, I have a college education and still can't find work. I am a single father and have to find a way to feed my daughter. I had a buddy that said he was going to show me the ropes but he had to back out due to personal issues, so I am trying to learn on the fly. So far I have not been lucky with the harvest but the memories and lessons learned will stay with me forever. This will be a hunter for the rest of my life. If I had only known what I have been missing all these years.
well you have a jump start on me I didn't discover it until I turned 40...this is my 3rd season but I am only gonna hunt deer, maybe this will be my year :dunno:
I must say I do envy those who had someone introduce them to this and have those memories ...I have a scant few fishing memories.....but mostly find I cant remember much....
Post by: hambone on October 17, 2011, 07:14:37 PM
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