Russ989
Land of the free because of the Brave! 🇺🇸
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LmaoSo many memories are made hunting together. Mine started out kind of weird, hunting with my uncle, driving country roads looking for a deer to run across a field, he would jump out of his 53 Chevy pick up and shoot it on a dead run, he was born in a different time. A couple buddies of mine talked me into bow hunting when I turned 43, they took me to Nebraska and dumped me out with a piss poor bow, no luck, went the next year, same deal, but I watched how deer moved both years. We went up there in the summer before hunting season to get permission to hunt. I had a plan, new bow, practiced every day 100 arrows. Built ground blinds on the North and South side of a snow break (trees)which ran East to West at the 1/2 acre mark where the farmers left a gap to get equipment through, I could hunt any wind. I had the location marked on my GPS and could walk the half mile to it in pitch black, would arrive 4:30 AM in the morning, one morning I was sitting in my ground blind before sun up and here came a bunch of does and yearling, well a yearling ends up in my ground blind with me, that freaks the yearling out and the whole herd out, there all stomping and snorting and it's getting close to real time, so I waved my arms, no effect, stood up waved my arms no effect trying to scare them off, thought they can't see me, so I had a zip loc bag of Camo Dust (white) held it up and shook it like the tail of a deer, they all looked up, quit there antics and fead right on through and I harvested a nice buck a hour later. True story!