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<blockquote data-quote="memtb" data-source="post: 2898718" data-attributes="member: 75451"><p>Maybe not my best…..but, has the most cherished memories</p><p></p><p> It was the early '60's in Central Louisiana! At that time, at least in that region of Louisiana, Whitetail Deer were near non-existant. The deer, and most everything else, was hunted for subsistence by many locals. The game laws were mostly ignored and mostly not enforced. The wardens, the few there were, were either related to many of those locals (poachers) or themselves were poaching!</p><p></p><p> Many older adults had never seen a deer, or had ever killed a deer. My grandfather was born and raised there, living his entire life miles, from any town…….raising a family by trapping, farming, having some live stock and cutting timber! He hunted much of his life and had never killed a deer, and had seen very few……most of us couldn't fathom this today!</p><p></p><p> It was late December'63, I had just turned 11 and had been hunting with family since around 5, killed a few squirrels, rabbits, and coons….dreaming of hunting deer as in the stories I had read about in magazines!</p><p></p><p> Often several family members would go in several directions around the place, hoping to get a shot at anything that could be found! My grandfather and I went north out of his little 40 acres. We were following an old abandoned logging road for about a 1/2 mile, finding the top of a large oak that was left after the better firewood was taken. The top was at a fork in the road, giving us a blind, with a good view of the old road to the south in some fairly open country…..you could probably see a hundred yards in some places.</p><p></p><p> It was a pretty cool December 28th morning, you could see your breath, and we had broken some thin ice covering some low spots in route to our blind!</p><p></p><p> We sat in our blind long enough to get cold, neither of us had clothing to stay warm without staying active. My grandfather built a small, very much welcome, fire….it's smoke, illuminated by the early morning sun breaking through the trees was drifting across in front of us in a westerly direction!</p><p></p><p> Suddenly my grandfather said "look there boy, there's a deer…..he's big as a yearling"! I guess I was being a kid, not paying attention and had not seen the deer step out into the old road just a ways beyond our fire's smoke!</p><p></p><p> My grandfather sort of elbowed me ……indicating that I should shoot him.</p><p></p><p> Continued!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="memtb, post: 2898718, member: 75451"] Maybe not my best…..but, has the most cherished memories It was the early ‘60’s in Central Louisiana! At that time, at least in that region of Louisiana, Whitetail Deer were near non-existant. The deer, and most everything else, was hunted for subsistence by many locals. The game laws were mostly ignored and mostly not enforced. The wardens, the few there were, were either related to many of those locals (poachers) or themselves were poaching! Many older adults had never seen a deer, or had ever killed a deer. My grandfather was born and raised there, living his entire life miles, from any town…….raising a family by trapping, farming, having some live stock and cutting timber! He hunted much of his life and had never killed a deer, and had seen very few……most of us couldn’t fathom this today! It was late December’63, I had just turned 11 and had been hunting with family since around 5, killed a few squirrels, rabbits, and coons….dreaming of hunting deer as in the stories I had read about in magazines! Often several family members would go in several directions around the place, hoping to get a shot at anything that could be found! My grandfather and I went north out of his little 40 acres. We were following an old abandoned logging road for about a 1/2 mile, finding the top of a large oak that was left after the better firewood was taken. The top was at a fork in the road, giving us a blind, with a good view of the old road to the south in some fairly open country…..you could probably see a hundred yards in some places. It was a pretty cool December 28th morning, you could see your breath, and we had broken some thin ice covering some low spots in route to our blind! We sat in our blind long enough to get cold, neither of us had clothing to stay warm without staying active. My grandfather built a small, very much welcome, fire….it’s smoke, illuminated by the early morning sun breaking through the trees was drifting across in front of us in a westerly direction! Suddenly my grandfather said “look there boy, there’s a deer…..he’s big as a yearling”! I guess I was being a kid, not paying attention and had not seen the deer step out into the old road just a ways beyond our fire’s smoke! My grandfather sort of elbowed me ……indicating that I should shoot him. Continued! [/QUOTE]
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