Thanks for your report. How did you begin Hunting? My father took me from an early age. I am always interested in Hunting culture in different parts of the world. Congratulations on wonderful trophies and a great hunt.
Gesch
As a young boy in southern Saskatchewan, my first rifle was a break barrel 177cal. Dad tought me how to shoot it about 6-7yrs old. Gophers were the main targets. Winters were for pigeons in the barn loft. A bit older I was able to shoot the 22cal. Dad took me to the g
Great Sand Hills on a mule deer and prairie chicken hunt 9yrs old. No deer but I came home with 3 chicken trophies. We moved to Alberta when I was 10 and all hell broke loose. If I wasn't sleeping, eating or at school, I was shooting anything that moved. Squirrels, birds, rabbits, muskrats and beaver where in the Cross hairs.
Spent a good portion of my teen years being my dad and uncle's bird dog come fall deer and moose season. 14 years old I had enough of watching a big buck come into our granaries just after dark, as I could see him from my upstairs bedroom window. Cold and snowing November day with a 20 mile wind, I kinda knew where he and his does might be at in our back bush across the 80 acre field. I geared up and grabbed my knife and the 22 dad let me shoot all the time. Slid on my White long johns and a white sweater over my cloths and away I went.
To make a long story Short, I found him. He had kicked his does out of bed and I saw them run off, but not him. He stayed still in his bed with head tucked down in the snow looking at me with one eye. Bad mistake on his part, because I could shoot the eyeball out of a deer at 40 yards in the bush. So I did and he stood up....oh crap, oh crap... Ran around a big spruce tree and shot him behind the ear. Dropped to his bed almost like he had never got up. Gutted him out and headed back to the house.
To be a fly on the wall at the house as mom and dad watched me plod through the field with 16 inches of snow and well, solid red now. Woohoo!! Out with the white in with the red. The tractor was all ready started and as I got to the house and came inside all I heard was. " I guess I have to use my tag." Mom told me to get dry cloths on an away we went. Dad knew something was up because the corner's of my mouth were stretched to my ears. Didn't care how cold it was, I got HIM and he will taste good.
149 and 3/8 one of my most prized possession hanging on my wall.
Bought a 6.5x55 swede in the spring with bottle money and allowances and any other money I could scrounge up at 14.
Hooked on hunting since then. That's why I am here today. Looking to stretch out and hunt the African game for my first time.
