My Uncle Pete was born in August , 1923 , and served in the Army - Air Force during WW2 .
After the war , he began working long hours to make a good living for his wife and family , and had not done any type of hunting since his childhood . In 1967 my dad gave Pete a shotgun , and he went dove hunting with us , his first hunt since 1941 , before WW2 . He really enjoyed the family hunt and in November, 1969 , he accompanied Dad , several of their mutual friends , and me on his very 1st deer hunt .We all went to the friend's lease in the Texas Hill Country , an area with extremely high deer numbers , as well as numerous Javelina pigs . Uncle Pete had purchased a Remington Model 742 , semi-automatic rifle in .30-06 with scope for the hunt .
Tall tower blinds had not become popular for hunting in 1969 , so we all hunted from ground blinds or climbed trees .
On opening morning , Dad drove Pete and me out to our blinds in the pre-dawn darkness .
We first took Pete to the area that we had selected for him , a ground blind that was in a drainage with a flowing creek , that we and our friends considered to be the best area for Uncle Pete to see deer .
I was dropped next , about 1/4 mile from Pete , and Dad then drove back to his blind , which was about 1/4 mile on the opposite side of Pete , so we were in close proximity to Pete in case he were to get a deer .
Just as the morning began to dawn , 30 minutes before sunrise , We heard Uncle Pete shoot , pow , pow ,......pow......pow , pow . 5 shots total , and then silence . Another 5 minutes , and we then heard Uncle Pete yelling for his brother , louder with each word ...... Dean ..... Dean ..... DEAN !!! HELP...HELP...HELP !!!
I unloaded my rifle and took off running toward Uncle Pete , and I heard the jeep engine as Dad drove to him .
Dad and I both arrived at the same time at the blind where we left Pete , but we only found his rifle and coat lying on the ground outside the blind . Then we heard Pete say "Over here" , and about 50 yards upstream and around the bend we saw Uncle Pete , in a tree . We went to him , and before Dad could say a word , Uncle Pete said " The hogs got after me , there must have been over 20 of them , popping their tusks , so I ran ".
Now picture this :
A 6'3" , 260# man in a tree , that the lowest branch was at least 12 feet above the ground .
Dad said "How in H..L did you get up there ?"
Uncle Pete's reply "I jumped and missed the limb , .............. BUT I CAUGHT IT ON THE WAY DOWN" !!!!!!
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