Of course you know about my buddy O.T., the old turkey hunter that runs the mower shop and his brother O.D. the expert deer hunter that holds court at the store in Browningsville. The brother I met first,however, was O.P. , the baby of the bunch. O.P. has a trailer up the road on the … Continue reading
. . . and mine as well. At least it will be for a long while. We spent the weekend at Lazy Boy and Midway, celebrating Angus’ last deer hunt as a Youth. By next year, he will be 16 and be on and adult tag. It was Kentucky’s early Youth Season– you know Yute … Continue reading
It was a little over a year ago I announced that Moose was due to become a father, and I a grandfather. It was shortly after that, I announced that the Mooselette was undoubtedly going to be a deer hunter (notice the orange booties): I just wanted to give you an update on the project. … Continue reading
Saturday Afternoon: This is the first weekend that I’ve been down at camp since the end of turkey season. We had to skip last week, because Angus had a bagpiping competition (BTW: He won) So this was the first chance I had to do anything related to deer in any meaningful way. 1) For starters, … Continue reading
Let me begin by asking some questions:
* Are you satisfied with your selection of ammunition? Can you go to the store and buy what you want?
* Are you plagued by excessive recoil with your deer rifle?
* Are you satisfied with the accuracy of your deer rifle?
* Are you appalled at the price of ammunition?
It’s funny how you change over the years, and you’re the last to know it. Someone posted a pic of me on Facebook the other day from 1984. I turned 25 in ’84. Yikes! Who is that skinny guy with no beard? I’ve had something bugging me lately. It has to do with this post: … Continue reading
We’re all a bunch of Roy Nearys trying our hardest to make sense out of something much much more than what our poor little pea-brains can grasp. We keep piling it in our freezers, trying to figure out what’s behind it all.Continue reading
From the D&DH Forum Cut N’ Run If deer always walked into the wind in Fall, wouldn’t they all eventually end up in the Pacific northwest? Just kidding. This all reminds me of a story: O.D and Playing the Wind As usual, I’m going take a completely contrary approach to all this. I guess it’s … Continue reading
Here it is getting on towards Christmas, and I haven’t written much in a month. I didn’t mean to go on hiatus. It just turned out that way. I started to write this last weekend while I was at Deer Camp cleaning up and getting the place shut down for the Winter. It just never … Continue reading
It is a state of mind. You wake up one morning, and you are no longer a deer hunter with a full freezer, remembering the season just ended. You look out the window at the cold dawn and realize that you are a turkey hunter and have about a hundred days to the start of … Continue reading