the hunting season?.... :campfire:
many of us enjoys sharing a hunting season with friends and family but there is always that someone who makes that season so special; who is it? tell some good campfire stories of that person; thank you for sharing..... :campfire:
My brother John. He is now disabled with a neurolgical syndrome called GBS. He walks with a cane and without medication is in terrible pain. Just before this hit we were in the woods taking down stands with his 2 sons. We had an old Baker style climber set-up. He decided to show them the tree hug method for climbing down. The stand came off his feet and he slid down the tree like a honey bear. We laughed till we cried, especially when we knew the only thing hurt was his ego and his chest where it scraped all the way down. Every hunt with my best friend is a blessing and a laugh.
I'v had and still have the pleasure of hunting with some really great guys
too many to name really
but if i had to put one at the top it would be my Cousin Nigel a better person i will never know.
we'v seen good times hunting and the hard times, thick as thieves. got to a point that we have hunted so many times together that we dont need to speak when hunting he knows what im doing to do and i know what he's going to do, we'r on the same wave length.
he's seen my first bow kill and i was there for his.
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here's our exclusive gang (the Bareshafters) including James. D
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See no Evil, Hear no evil, speak no evil Right?
ha ha
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you know sharing special experiences with great buddys is truly something and it does not get much better!
you know there are those feats you do every now and again that no one see's or something you just have to do on your own, but its the ones you share with someone that live on forever.
great idea for a thread!
The same guy who carries it the rest of the time, my best friend Jed. There isn't a man alive I trust more or whose company I enjoy more, even when we're driving along mile after mile up to hunting camp with nobody saying anything or needing to.
Jed, if you read this, I promise to carry spare radio batteries next time.
For anyone else, the man gave up a perfectly good stand during deer season and tracked me around the side of a mountain to make sure I was OK when I didn't check in on the radio. The reason - as indicated above - stupidity - no spare batteries in my pack.
Owlbait that's a tough one to hear but your story about the Baker tree stands sure bring back many great and PAINFUL memories. I'm at our cabin as I respond to this post a Baker is lying next to the tree outside the window. My ribs still hurt just thinking about those up and down climbs not to mention the plywood splitting in half up in the tree after the many years of use. I survived though I don't know how. Bowhunting with family has been especially important for me. We own land jointly with brothers, uncles, cousins, nephews and spouses and have been able to hold that hunting bond along with the land for 30yrs. My older brother has been the glue tying us to this land and stressing the importance for everyone to return regularly to renew the hunting ethic forged by our parents. He has now been battling cancer after losing his son a few years ago with the same disease and has had his ups and downs but seems to be on the upswing. This year a more positive prognosis has all of us looking forward to this next bow season. Each bow season is to be treasured for we never know what lies around the corner that might change the next.
I have two of them, Tom and Jeff. We've hunted together every year since the '80's, even though we live in different states. Tom lives in Florida, Jeff lives in Missouri, and I'm in Mississippi. This year we're going to North Dakota for a bow hunt for deer. I could go on endlessly about the fine times we've had... not to mention the times that weren't so fine. Those are the times that separate the true friends from the rest. If your friendship holds up through the bad times, it's the real thing.
I,m Lucky to have a few great places to hunt. I seem to have alot of great friends show up around the end of August ;)
My best hunting buddy, my brother John left us the fall of 2000. He's with me in spirt in my heart every opening day.
Tradtusker, those pictures say it all!
Tradtusker, spirit of youth is wonderful.
Cherish the days afield and hold onto each experience with a passion.
I see the glee and joy of you and your pals in these pictures! Laugh loud and long.....
Great posts. Thanks for sharing. Can't wait to get back to the cabin!
Mine, is my best friend Joe Ashton. We talk almost daily by phone, and any time we get some spare time, we get together for stump shooting and to talk bowhunting. He is the best hunting partner anyone could ask for... he hunts hard, is slow to get angry or discouraged and almost always has something positive to say.
LoweBow and I go way back. We shared a group hunt in Texas years ago and since then have been best friends. No one I'd rather share time with in the woods. Mike if you see this and the feeling's not mutal I take it all back.
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would have to be my bro, Kevin (Kpaul). We've each pulled the other out of some interesting situations (and into as well :D ) over the years
My wife Chris. She has been my best friend for the past 37 years.
Tj, great pic brother!!!!!!!!!marco :)
Thanks Mark, That's a lunch break 9 miles from camp while we were on my lifelong dream elk hunt in Colorado last September. The other guys in camp couldn't believe how Mike and I hunted from dawn till dusk. We are a little "hard core" I guess.
Had to think about it for a while, as I've had the pleasure of meeting some pretty cool folks every hunting season.
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Finally narrowed it down to four before I realised I couldn't narrow it down much more...
Best friends and huntting buds.
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thats some sweet camo right there! ;) :bigsmyl:
That's easy, my cousin Frank. He is the brother I never had and has been for our entire lives. We've hunted and fished together forever and will do so as long as we are physically able.
My Father. Can't wait to share 10 days in Quebec moose hunting this fall. I owe it all to him.
Deadsmple and I met at college. It took me 3 semesters to get him to try archery and now he is an archery addict. Every day out shooting together, wether hunting or just flinging some arrows is better then the last time. He is a great fellow and I'm proud to call him my friend. I can't wait till we shoot again.
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Number one for me is my buddy Bill.We have hunted together for the last 30 years.I can't get him off his wheels but he and I have been through a lot of good and bad together. :)
My brother. It takes a special group of people to not become too possesive of hunting areas. I am glad you all have found those people.
My dad...what can I say he's the one who introduced me to and continues to foster and support my addiction to traditional bowhunting. He put a bow in my hand 25 years ago at the age of 2 and it has not left nor will it ever. After 15 years of hunting together the stories are so numerous to even pick a place to begin. All I can say is thank you dad for giving me such a wonderful gift and appreciation for all things wild.
My ole buddy DAVE LAY,couldnt ask for a better huntin buddy and friend.
I've got several good buddies I love hunting with, but outside of hunting season I don't claim them so I can not divulge that info! ;)