Hunting Memories or whatever

[IronNoggin]

Me (on the left) and Pa with the Big Muley I guided him to back in 2009:



Pretty Rugged Country in Southern Alberta. Big Coulees - holds some Excellent Mule Deer:



Access with the jet boat:



Although he wanders up to fish with me most years, that was our latest hunt together. GOT to work on that one!

Cheers,
Nog

[frisky]

A very early picture of me, with my Dad's Savage 99

[Doe Master]

Thanks Hank for the story .
That is why I started this post .

[Mo wannabe]

It's all about memories That's what we have in the end

[robertyb]

This is a picture taken of me and my big sister in 1954. I was 4 and she had recently turned 5.

[Big58cal]

Here's a few that I had uploaded. I'll have to go through a photo album at home and scan some in to get the older ones.

The boy's first fish. It was in the summer of 2004, so he wasn't quite 3 yet. I highly recommend the Tigger Floating Fishing Pole.


Me and a buddy (the 2 on the right) freezing our butts off in Henderson Co., KY in January of '99 after an ice storm with a limit of geese.


Piebald deer I got with a muzzleloader. Can't remember the date.


My brother, mother, and me at one of our cookin's at the cabin in 2005.


Me and the boy fishing in July of '05.


My nephew's 2nd deer. My brother was in the Navy and deployed over to Africa and asked me to Alex hunting that year.


Me and the boy after the boy's first squirrel hunt in '08 (he was 6 I believe).


Teaching the boy how to shoot his Red Ryder BB gun that grandpaw got him for Christmas one year. I think he was 3.


This picture always cracks me up. The boy and momma's dog are staring at a fish that was in the bucket.

[flightattendant100]

Well this will be a little long, but...When Colton was 5 yrs. old,My wife had to work a trip ( she is the flightattendant in the family) on opening weekend of spring turkey season.It was either take a 5 yr. old or dont go! So.... we got up early that Saturday morning and took off for the lease to be there way before first light.It had stormed that night earlier and when we got to the cabin everyones truck was there but not a light on anywhere.We went in and woke some of them and the response from all was that it had flooded out there that night and probably couldnt get around and they were sleeping in.So Colton and I took off to set up.We went down toward the creek, parked a good ways away and left with me carrying a decoy, a shotgun and a 5 yr. old.There was water standing everywhere, some of it over ankle deep, so it wasnt a fun walk in. I found the area I wanted to be in and looked for a high spot so we werent sitting in water. We got up against a mesquite tree and settled in to wait for daylight. Normally this area has so many birds roosted that it is just a symphony of turkey talk just before daylight but this morning it was dead silent! Not one gooble, not one yelp or cluck, just quiet.Unless you have ever tried this you just cant believe how much a 5yr. old can move being still and quiet.Slowly it became a little bit lighter and a little brighter and you could make out a few things in the woods, but no turkeys and no gobbleing.I decided I would call softly a time or two just incase there was a bird down there, although it didnt seem very likely at this point.After the first call I got no response, but after the second call, BOOM I got a gobble and it was pretty close.I told Colton we had one coming in and BE STILL! That worked for about 10 seconds as the gobbler gobbled again and was closer.I told Colton "any second now he will show himself",...." any second" and Colton said......"I gotta pee"!! I said "No, not now the turkey is right here somewhere"! "Can you hold it a minute"? He said....."Nope, I gotta pee NOW!" So with turkey in close proximity he stands up ,drops tighty whiteys and pees,.... and pees.....and there is water standing everywhere so its NOISEY!!! Well he did finally get done and sat back down in my lap.Some how in all this the shotgun got to be on my left side. I shoot right handed.Colton hadnt been in my lap but a few seconds when tom steps out toward the creek. I knew he was a long way off, but figured it was about 40 yrds.and since he didnt appear anxious to come any closer I thought I had better get the only shot I had. Left handed.I raised the gun, put the bead on his head and squeezed off the shot.BOOM, turkey dropped like a rock. He didnt flop he didnt try to run he just crumpled .We stood up to go get him and when we did I looked at where he was and where we had been and went back and stepped it off. 61 steps, much farther than I had thought.As we walked up on him this bird that hadnt flopped one time went into a major spasm!!! Colton instantly found REVERSE!!! We got turkey tagged and back to the truck and back to camp in time to eat breakfast with all the late sleepers.It wasnt the biggest bird or longest beard that I have ever taken..... but take a hyper active 5yr. old out there and get one of these! I dont know how this all came together. There were a hundred things that could or should have gone wrong on this hunt but the stars were aligned I guess

[flightattendant100]

Somewhere I have a pic of my dad at our old lease near Menard when I was growing up. If I can find it I will sure post it. I had a ball growing up hunting with my dad and try now to offer that same for Colton. I had a really good example to follow.

[VixChix]

Paul, what an awesome turkey hunt story!

Kids can make things tougher, but also waaaaay more rewarding, that's for sure!

Colton is a lucky little guy to have you take him out and show him the good stuff!

[Doe Master]

Maybe this is when the Doemaster was awakened .

[ComfyBear]

I don't usually post pics, don't like to brag, or prove anything to anyone.

However, I'll make an exception.

Here's just a few pics from my repertoire:

7-Point Buck 2008



First Crossbow Deer 2001 (2001 Exocet 165lbs)



Pennsylvania Deer 1999


First Moose 1994


First Pheasant 1976

[robertyb]

Wow. I thought that first crossbow deer was huge till I saw the moose.
Nice.

[Doe Master]

Comfy it is not bragging . It is just sharing treasured memories with us .
There are some people whom don`t partake in outdoor activities . That think we are only out there for the biggest fish or the huge racked animal . Every time out is a memory for me .
I have a neighbour whom can`t go hunting anymore because of age and health complications . He asks for the stories so he can at least relive the hunt .

[maple]

Huntin and fishing memories? That's the stuff we're made of.

I was fortunate enough to be brought up by an outdoorsy father, much to the chagrin of my three sisters. Until he died, we had a close bond in the woods and water which I'm pleased as punch to pass on to my own son. In 1973 I started a hunting and fishing journal in which I documented every outing I made, later to be augmented by photos. I think it was because I was due to be married and though I might never be able to go again.



Although dad hunted deer in the Laurentians for years, he never shot one. Those were the days when deer were rare. We did have many successful camping, fishing, hunting and gathering experiences none-the-less. Here's him with a couple of rainbows circa 1980.



On one of our duck hunting trips in 1991, we not only came back with dead mallards, but also found this stray farm duck which had evaded us in the past. We caught it with a fish-net and brought it back home much to the delight of my kids, who kept as a pet in the backyard pond until we had to leave grandma and grandpas. What a hoot! We never did tell them what happened to it.



My now-grown-up son is an accomplished hunter and fisher on his own although he still likes to take his dad out now and again and show him how it's done. I relish every minute of it. Here's his first crossbow buck from a few years back.



Memories from the past are what stokes me for adventures in the future. Something different. Something with family and friends. Gotta love it.

[taz3]

Back in the late 70's my Dad always entered in the Toronto Star Salmon hunt with his buddies, when he was able to buy a boat large enough for Lake Ontario, he started take me with him. It was great quality time that I was unaware of at the time and we had some excellent days, some scary ones too.
The first time he took me, his rod went off twice (down rigging) for 2 small fish, he said no matter what rod goes off next I could have it. Of coarse it was his, so I began reeling away and after 20 mins, I had a 5 lb rainbow landed. Well he looked at me and asked why did it take so long, he went on to tell me to reel my rod in as well and we'd get setup again. As I began to reel my line in I quickly realized why it took so long, there was a 21 lb Koho on my line, that tangled with his, I actually reeled in both with on his line!

We did this for about 10 years and every year I caught a prize sized fish , the largest being 32 lb posted below. It took 40 mins to reel him in and and it ran out 300 yards 4 times, it also broke the net. I thought my Dad was going to jump into retrieve the fish bare handed! I won 2 rods and 3 reels, plus fishing line worth about $400. My Dad still had never caught a prize fish. Fast forward to the second last week of the last year of the tournament to be held by the Toronto Star in the early 90's and Dad managed to catch a 36 pounder!!! This thing was huge, he won the weekly grand prize, a boat motor and trailer outfitted for 4, worth some $19K.

A great memory for life!