flatwoods
Senior Member
Just sitting here thinking about all the years and time spent hunting. I got bit early and came up the hard way.
My dad didn't hunt. No friends close.
I remember getting up at 4 am and walking down the road with a borrowed 35 Marlin, to my grandparents. Couple miles I guess.
Jeans and tennis shoes. Man it was cold.
I would find out later the open sights were bad off on that old gun. Firing pin would stick too.
Almost shot my foot off.
Got to taking a sleeping bag with me to try to stay warm. No stand of course. Sitting wherever I chose.
Decided to try bowhunting to gain more hunting time. Maybe 13 years old. My dad bought an old, at the time, PSE bow somewhere.
I'd get out in the yard and wear the skin off my forearm from the string slapping it.
Overjoyed to hit a paper plate at 20 yards occasionally. Of course I needed a stand for bow hunting. Someone at work gave my dad a climber for me to use. A piece of plywood and a metal band actually. Weighed 100 lbs. No carrying straps.
I remember coming down a pine that first morning in the dark, t-shirt over my head, skin flying off my bare stomach.
Man, I was living the dream.
Best days of my life!
My dad didn't hunt. No friends close.
I remember getting up at 4 am and walking down the road with a borrowed 35 Marlin, to my grandparents. Couple miles I guess.
Jeans and tennis shoes. Man it was cold.
I would find out later the open sights were bad off on that old gun. Firing pin would stick too.
Almost shot my foot off.
Got to taking a sleeping bag with me to try to stay warm. No stand of course. Sitting wherever I chose.
Decided to try bowhunting to gain more hunting time. Maybe 13 years old. My dad bought an old, at the time, PSE bow somewhere.
I'd get out in the yard and wear the skin off my forearm from the string slapping it.
Overjoyed to hit a paper plate at 20 yards occasionally. Of course I needed a stand for bow hunting. Someone at work gave my dad a climber for me to use. A piece of plywood and a metal band actually. Weighed 100 lbs. No carrying straps.
I remember coming down a pine that first morning in the dark, t-shirt over my head, skin flying off my bare stomach.
Man, I was living the dream.
Best days of my life!