2024 Alberta Whitetail

[Victor3Ranger1]

Those pictures are worth a thousand words. That smile on the young lad's face is worth something far more still. The essence of life itself right there! When you quit getting that excited to have got your deer I think it means the child inside you is all but gone, not good.

But also….that cheeky little brat!!!! . Posing with his massive bucks at such a tender age while I've lived in SASKATCHEWAN my whole freaking life and have never got one as big as the one in the first picture

Good for him! Thanks for sharing.

I have definitely spoiled the farthead now that he turned 16 years old he passes on 160" bucks and I am sitting there telling him that he is nuts

 

[Calvin45]

I have definitely spoiled the farthead now that he turned 16 years old he passes on 160" bucks and I am sitting there telling him that he is nuts

He is NUTS!!!!! You tell him Calvin45 from Saskatchewan said so!!! . THESE ARE THE KIND OF SPECIMENS A TRUE WHITETAIL CONNOISSEUR PRIDES HIMSELF IN WAITING FOR….

My northern Sask (aka local farmland) "monster buck" this year….

 

[Victor3Ranger1]

He is NUTS!!!!! You tell him Calvin45 from Saskatchewan said so!!! . THESE ARE THE KIND OF SPECIMENS A TRUE WHITETAIL CONNOISSEUR PRIDES HIMSELF IN WAITING FOR….

My northern Sask (aka local farmland) "monster buck" this year….

Well I guess you at least have meat in the freezer
I truly think that my grandson probably thinks it's not challenging enough
That's totally my fault

 

[Calvin45]

Well I guess you at least have meat in the freezer
I truly think that my grandson probably thinks it's not challenging enough
That's totally my fault

Well good on ya for getting him into this and for doing things with him and being part of his life man. We remember. They remember. I'm 33 now and my grampa has been gone I think 6 years now and I'm reminded of him all the time (more and more when I look in the mirror haha, my "widows peaks" are starting to creep back on my head and my dang wife keeps plucking more and more white hairs out of my beard when she catches me off guard! ), and some of my best childhood memories were about time spent with grandparents. Not hunting mind you, but camping and "redneck activities". Single most vivid one just might be the time my grandmother, a very tough lady her whole life and not at all a "gramma" kind of person back then haha, chased a bold and curious black bear out of our camp sight WITH A CAST IRON FRYING PAN!!!! If bears wore shorts, that poor bear would have needed a fresh pair of them . My sister and I were just little and stared in awe at the whole spectacle.

But my grandfather was a building mover, and a mechanical wizard at that, his whole life, and even now whenever I smell diesel fuel or hear a big truck idling low I remember him, almost immediately. Miss him more as time goes on honestly. I'll bet he remembers you when he's out deer hunting long after you're gone.

 

[Victor3Ranger1]

Well good on ya for getting him into this and for doing things with him and being part of his life man. We remember. They remember. I'm 33 now and my grampa has been gone I think 6 years now and I'm reminded of him all the time (more and more when I look in the mirror haha, my "widows peaks" are starting to creep back on my head and my dang wife keeps plucking more and more white hairs out of my beard when she catches me off guard! ), and some of my best childhood memories were about time spent with grandparents. Not hunting mind you, but camping and "redneck activities". Single most vivid one just might be the time my grandmother, a very tough lady her whole life and not at all a "gramma" kind of person back then haha, chased a bold and curious black bear out of our camp sight WITH A CAST IRON FRYING PAN!!!! If bears wore shorts, that poor bear would have needed a fresh pair of them . My sister and I were just little and stared in awe at the whole spectacle.

But my grandfather was a building mover, and a mechanical wizard at that, his whole life, and even now whenever I smell diesel fuel or hear a big truck idling low I remember him, almost immediately. Miss him more as time goes on honestly. I'll bet he remembers you when he's out deer hunting long after you're gone.

My best memories are of my time spent with grandpa, tough, gruff and hard working farmer.
The life lessons taught have been priceless