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Gone But Not Forgotten
There's plenty who many have more hunting experience in the south than I. Wondering just how many can relate to my experience. Dad started me out with a single shot 16 gauge. In the Florida Big Cypress country at the head of the Florida Everglades. He didn't pamper me either. Back in the 40's and 50's, it usually took most of a day to travel through the swamps until we found enough game sign to setup a primitive camp. I was the gopher, or Go fer, go for firewood, go for water, go for everything. At the age of 9, it was quite an adventure as I wasn't a very big guy at that time. Saplings were cut to make a pole for a tarp to sleep under. Cots with mosquito bars and nets were a necessity. For water, we would dig a well 3 feet deep by about 3 feet across. Rules were to not dig under a tree, or too close to the waters edge in the cypress. Dip out three times and the water would be clear. Instructions given to me were. "Son, you go that way, we're hunting in this direction, don't get lost". Ha, first season, I would build a fire in camp, put some green stuff on it and go only as far as I could see the smoke. Each season I got braver, and eventually could just go and come miles from camp. Sometimes getting back to camp after dark after roosting turkeys. Went into the Navy in 60 and missed three seasons, only getting home for the 63 season. Killed three turkeys and a buck that week. 1965 season, Friend and I went to the same area Dad and I hunted. It was ruined by sugar and vegetable farms. Canals and people everywhere, we just turned around and went home. After that, I mostly bow hunted for fifteen years., too our 48 deer with the bow, Central Fl, Osceola co and a few in Alabama. Started a hunt club in 1975 in Macon Co. Al. Moved to Bullock co Al, in 85, then moved the club to Ga in 87 and am still in SW Ga. Managed a private hunting and timber farm from 1988 through 2002.
Photo of my first buck, a six point. Also shot an 8 that same trip, didn't get a photo. November 1959. Grew up in the woods next to a swamp in Hillsborough Co. Fl, even had a pet buck when I was a kid. Swamp cabbage, moonshine, outhouses, dirt roads and such was common discussions my first ten years. I was one of those kids who would sit around and listen to those old folks. Glad I did. Photo, my first buck, Next photo's, Best Florida bow buck, bow buck mounted 1975.
Photo of my first buck, a six point. Also shot an 8 that same trip, didn't get a photo. November 1959. Grew up in the woods next to a swamp in Hillsborough Co. Fl, even had a pet buck when I was a kid. Swamp cabbage, moonshine, outhouses, dirt roads and such was common discussions my first ten years. I was one of those kids who would sit around and listen to those old folks. Glad I did. Photo, my first buck, Next photo's, Best Florida bow buck, bow buck mounted 1975.