why i love to hunt

thats snow pile of gueese. all that meat and no potatoes. thousands of them every day for the last two weeks and only half of them have left. the snows gone and the gueese stayed / more than we have ever seen in over 30 years in this field. every evening they fly back to the jiant beaver pond. talk about noisey. they have bombarded our cars and fertilized the land. thousands of pounds of dark delisious meat. anyone for a drum stick?

you are wondering what on earth is this. well it,s a tree stand and needless to say you can not see a thing. becouse there was dence fog that morning that lasted tell after 10:30 am. i got the at 6 am still dark. i couldn,t help but fall asleep many different times waiting for the sun to burn the fog off. it stayed. many deer have fallen from this stand. and just a few days ago two more found fait from the box on the hill.

OK FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY OUT OF THE WOODS TODAY. THIS LITTLE GUY STARTED FOLLOWING ME. I STOPPED TO WATCH AND HE CAME CLOSER. IT WAS MY PLEASURE TO MEET HIM. I GOT DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND HE CAME EVEN CLOSER. WHEN I GOT UP AND STARTED TO TAKE OFF HE AGAIN FOLLOWED ME . I THOUGHT OK LITTLE BUDDY IF YOUR GOING TO FOLLOW ME I,LL HEAD TWORDS HOME. HE WENT OVER A HUNDRED YARDS BEFOR HE FINALY SAID HIS GOOD BYES AND TURNED AROUND. I SAID GOOD BYE LITTLE GUY AND HE DISSAPERED INTO THE WOODS. I HAVE SHOT MANY A PARTRIDGE IN MY LIFE AND ATE THEM . THE BREASTS ARE LIKE CHICKEN , BUT HOW COULD I EVER KILL ANOUTHER AFTER MAKEING THIS BOND WITH THIS ONE. NORMALY THEY FLY BEFORE YOU EVEN SEE THEM. DID HE THINK I WAS A BIG BIRD DRESSED IN CAMMO. I WILL FOREVER WONDER. WILL HE WAIT FOR ME TO SHOW TOMORROW. ? AND YOU WONDER WHY I LOVE GOING INTO THE WOODS. HUNTING IS A PLEASURE, GETTING BACK TO NATURE.

this is what it's all about getting the kids involved with the great out doors and takeing part in the hunt. her first deer a seven point. good shooting Rhonda. hope you have the same luck this year. rob used to hunt with me but he is very busy thease days . back when he was in collage i used his tag a few times. wish he,d get into it again. the older i get the lesser i want to got . i love shareing my stories with outhers though and the only way to get a storie is to get out there and make one happen.

hmmmm where did i build that tree stand? i know it is around here some where. hey ya get my age ya forget things like that. actualy this stand is on the lane. looking out at one of my meadows. i placed it there mainly so i could watch the fields when it,s raining. makes a good morning watch and late evening watch. but if there was a driver pushing deer you would probly see more. not the best built but the bus seat in there is great.

sometimes you have to share the tree stand with the creatchers of the wild. they were there first. we just rent the land they own it. look closely. the mother coon is in my chair. the three babys are on the floor. this is 30 feet off the ground. looking over a swamp. i'm not shure how long they stayed there but at least i got a pic of them sleeping there. amazeing a?

building a permanent tree stand is only leagal on privet property. this stand has taken many deer year after year. it is on the edge of a medow and apple orchard. i once took a deer 225 yards from this stand. bilt in a maple tree hi above the ground. alows shots close as well. deer walk under the stand not knowing you are there.we haven,t taken any record breakers here yet but each one is a trophy as far as i,m concerned.

working in the woods prier to the season, clearing brush and cutting new trails. deer will use thease trails all year. trimming trees, pruneing apple trees helps protect the deer herd that lives here. alows them exscape routs as well as feeding and bedding areas. all a part of the sport. when a person buys a license and goes hunting and shoots a deer not even knowing anything about the land he has taken the animal from looses a part of the true meaning of hunting. doing your home work and earning your kill will make it all worth wile.

BUILDING A BLIND THAT WILL BLEND INTO THE SAROUNDINGS, to the human eye you see a ladder and brush piled up but to a deers eye it is just anouther fallen down tree. don,t laugh i shot a deer that was only a few yards from me. also had deer walk within feet of the blind. you can just barely make out the metal chair under the ladder.out of the wind, covered from the rain.also a good place to take a nap after a night shift. squirrels running around gathering nuts, reds driveing off the grays. turkeys walk by and even a fisher visited me one day. my little piece of paradise.

BEHOLD THE SPORTSMENS PRAYER

MY DAD,S STAND.

It became a monument. a schrine. i stop and talk to my dad every time i pass the tree. i built a small ladder and put a seat on it for him when he was alive . as you can see the large part of the tree has fallen and the small top continues to grow. dad sat there feeding squirrels and enjoying the saroundings. he liked it so much back there i desided to buy the land. he continued hunting here untell he became overcome with illness.i miss my hunting buddy. my friend , my dad. william h. powers. thanks dad for all the good memories.

seeing the beauty of the leaves on the ground. hearing a deer prance across the leaves. trying to mimmic that sound when tiptoeing through there liveing room.

takeing notes every time you go out and writeing in the sounds that you here while perched high above the ground.dressing the way you want thinking you are invisible to deer and people. becomeing part of the wild.

ALL THAT MEAT AND NO POTATOES

this picture should answer that question. just being in the wild. getting so close to nature. being able to out smart a wild animal . being able to take and eat what i kill. smelling the wonderful aromas of wild plants and flowers. watching them grow all summer. finding new trees you didn,t know were there. watching birds fly and call to each outher. just being in the woods is as good as any therapy given by a doctor. tossing a line into a river and pulling your dinner out of the cool water. listening to the frogs,crickets ,gueese and coydogs howling before chaceing there dinner. this is why we all love to hunt. it isn,t just the kill of our pray. but the pure enjoyment of getting back to nature.

yawn

THINK THIS GUY WOULD KEEP HIS EYES OPEN FOR A SLOW MOVEING DEER.FACT IS.he worked nights and hasn,t gone to bed yet when he took this.his eyes look like he,s been sleeping./ when the sun shines it is a great place to take a seesta.

now theres a sleepy hunter.,sitting in his tree stand ,waiting for something to get his blood flowing again. a cold morning and he worked the night before. trying to stay awakes a challenge. but this is the way i want to spend the rest of my boreig life. dressed in camo ,sitting above the ground, shivering ,and waiting for something to happen. this started a long time ago , when i was 16 years of age . i could go on and on about my buck fever and hunting stories ,. but i will spare you of all that. lets just look at some pics and they will tell there own story. why we do this. heres one of the reasons. a doe and two fawns came into our yard . now they are so beautiful to look at.i know your saying how could someone even think of shooting something so presious.? i guess becouse they taste as good as they look. what people don,t realise is if we do not take them they will die a horrible death. watch a coyote pack chace down a fawn and tear it apart.watch a starveing 3year old buck staggering to his death in front of a pack of wolves. watch a doe and her fawn get struck by a speeding car, and quiver tell dead in the center of the road while a sherrif reloads his six shooter.It began by takeing notes of every hunt i was ever on. i never believed in stretching the stories i have , so if i documented the times and dates the people whom i was with could vouch the stories were true. unless they had something to hide. you have to remember 20 to 30 years ago you were lucky to see a deer in a days hunt let alone shooting one. you could walk for miles where i live and not see a track. becouse durring the 60,s the state made some criticle mistakes and put to many doe permits out . they nearly wipped out the entire deer herd.it would take 30 years to bild the herd back to where it was. and just a few years ago i saw anouther decline . they opened doe season to relieve the insurance companies of car deer accidents. they redused the herd again. also now we had black powder rifels that had scopes and were very accurateat long ranges. you could shoot either or. and the bows were now safisticated compound bows . very accurate. combined with regular rifel season put the dampers on many areas.clubs were not seeing the deer as they did. herds were dawindeling again. also the number of car deer accidents did not decline becouse of the inability to spot deer before impact.

but there is one thing i love about being an american, you can hunt ,own a rifel ,belonging to the NRA has always ment a lot to me the freedom. of the 2nd amendment . the right to bare arms. wearing camo came after the viet nam war. before that you saw green plad wool and red. no blaze orenge . being alone in the woods sooths the mind. hearing the sounds of wild animals bird,ducks,gueese, coyotes, the wind , squirrels all bring joy to a hunter. killing a deer is just a bonus.

just look at the leaves on the ground. this is an ideal place to sit and enjoy nature. it is also a prime spot to bag a nice hefty buck.

cold weather sets in and without the propper clothing you will not be able to sit any length of time.