gibblewabble
10-30-2010, 10:39 PM
As I was finishing up a job in Houston I made the decision to come back up in October to hunt my traditional land:wink: with my son this year. October 18th we packed up the truck and headed up to Burns Lake, I had scouted out around the head of Francois Lake a couple weeks earlier around the old homestead and saw quite a few bulls so I was very optimistic.
Day 1
Ryan had a hard time sleeping that night of course but he was up at 5:30 ready to go, we picked up my uncle at Tchesinkut Lake and headed out to Uncha Lake. Just after light we got to where we were going to hunt, my uncle went down the road and in and we walked into a block right beside a bedding area I had hunted since I was 12. Ryan and I worked through 2 small blocks and started heading to the bedding area when I saw a nice 4 point whitey, Ryan was behind me so I tried to get his attention and after a minute I whispered his name loudly. Well of course the buck noticed and started to work his way towards the edge of the block, Ryan was unable to get a good shot so we tried to cut it off but it didnt happen. My boy was quite upset between not getting to shoot the deer and getting poked right beside his eye trying to get around it. No big deal I told him white tails are habitual we'll get him tomorrow. We ended up seeing all cows that day and 1 bull in the dark after we dropped my uncle off.
Day 2
Same drill as the day before, we get out and my uncle decides to go off after a moose we bumped the day before and Ryan and I go off to see if that buck is in that block again. We worked in and get to the top of the block on this ridge and sure enough here is the buck tending a doe and heading our way. I tell Ryan to take a knee and get ready for his shot when he gets where I want him I will whistle and he takes the shot. He gets behind a shrub with a log in front and I whistle he is about 50 yards off but behind the log, so I whisper to Ryan just above the shoulder blade in the middle of the neck. Crack and he's down, you could tell he was down for good so we ran over and the deer was taking his last couple of breaths, Ryan had paralysed him with his shot. It was hard getting him to smile for the pics but I was smiling from ear to ear and I'm pretty proud.
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His Great Grandfather gave him his Greatgrandmother's 7x57 Remington with the deal that he had to give him some steaks if he got a deer and I will be dropping them off next week. Good times.
Day 1
Ryan had a hard time sleeping that night of course but he was up at 5:30 ready to go, we picked up my uncle at Tchesinkut Lake and headed out to Uncha Lake. Just after light we got to where we were going to hunt, my uncle went down the road and in and we walked into a block right beside a bedding area I had hunted since I was 12. Ryan and I worked through 2 small blocks and started heading to the bedding area when I saw a nice 4 point whitey, Ryan was behind me so I tried to get his attention and after a minute I whispered his name loudly. Well of course the buck noticed and started to work his way towards the edge of the block, Ryan was unable to get a good shot so we tried to cut it off but it didnt happen. My boy was quite upset between not getting to shoot the deer and getting poked right beside his eye trying to get around it. No big deal I told him white tails are habitual we'll get him tomorrow. We ended up seeing all cows that day and 1 bull in the dark after we dropped my uncle off.
Day 2
Same drill as the day before, we get out and my uncle decides to go off after a moose we bumped the day before and Ryan and I go off to see if that buck is in that block again. We worked in and get to the top of the block on this ridge and sure enough here is the buck tending a doe and heading our way. I tell Ryan to take a knee and get ready for his shot when he gets where I want him I will whistle and he takes the shot. He gets behind a shrub with a log in front and I whistle he is about 50 yards off but behind the log, so I whisper to Ryan just above the shoulder blade in the middle of the neck. Crack and he's down, you could tell he was down for good so we ran over and the deer was taking his last couple of breaths, Ryan had paralysed him with his shot. It was hard getting him to smile for the pics but I was smiling from ear to ear and I'm pretty proud.
http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss158/gibblewabble/utf-8BSU1HMDAwNDAtMjAxMDEwMjEtMDgyNS5qcGc.jpg
http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss158/gibblewabble/utf-8BSU1HMDAwNDMtMjAxMDEwMjEtMDg0OS5qcGc.jpg
http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss158/gibblewabble/utf-8BSU1HMDAwNDItMjAxMDEwMjEtMDg0OS5qcGc.jpg
http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss158/gibblewabble/utf-8BSU1HMDAwNDEtMjAxMDEwMjEtMDg0OS5qcGc.jpg
His Great Grandfather gave him his Greatgrandmother's 7x57 Remington with the deal that he had to give him some steaks if he got a deer and I will be dropping them off next week. Good times.