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Oregon public land is getting crowded these days and more often than not it makes for a difficult hunt. But interesting enough, not all is lost and there are some really cool folks you happen upon in the woods sometimes.
Few weeks ago, I was hunting the Wilson unit and got a big bodied 2x3 blacktail. I was with my wife. I was 100 yards down in a hole dressing the buck. A pickup stopped on a logging road above us and watched. I pulled the buck's head up at one point so they could see the antlers. They drove off. A few minutes later they were back and walking toward us. They said "thought we might offer you some help with that buck." I said sure, thanks! Two big stout young men then proceeded to drag the buck all the way to my truck and even tossed it in the back for me. I offered both money and jerky which they both humbly declined.
But as Bigry26's post shows there are probably 10 bad stories for every good one you hear these days.
Oregon public land is getting crowded these days and more often than not it makes for a difficult hunt. But interesting enough, not all is lost and there are some really cool folks you happen upon in the woods sometimes.
Few weeks ago, I was hunting the Wilson unit and got a big bodied 2x3 blacktail. I was with my wife. I was 100 yards down in a hole dressing the buck. A pickup stopped on a logging road above us and watched. I pulled the buck's head up at one point so they could see the antlers. They drove off. A few minutes later they were back and walking toward us. They said "thought we might offer you some help with that buck." I said sure, thanks! Two big stout young men then proceeded to drag the buck all the way to my truck and even tossed it in the back for me. I offered both money and jerky which they both humbly declined.
But as Bigry26's post shows there are probably 10 bad stories for every good one you hear these days.