Sunday, October 28, 2012
Spike horn
Oct. 20Th 2012 my youngest son shot his first buck with my uncle bobs remington 7600 30 06 carbine. My uncle passed away several years ago and its said that he was one of the greatest hunters ever. He killed more than 100 bucks in his life time and he rarely missed. I am so proud that on my sons first hunt with uncle bobs gun he shot his first buck. Spike horn was with us that day on the top of spike horn mountain and the legacy of greatness has now been passed on to the next generation. My only regret is that I never got to really know uncle bob as an adult or as a hunter. I have only the legendary stories. I now know that while in the woods on any given cool october morning uncle bob, « spike horn » will be there with TC and when his old remington roars blood will be shed and deer will be dead. Another Allen has picked up where Bob left and will continue to dominate the forests as the top of the food chain during deer season.
Proud grandfather.How great it is!!!!
This year marked a great milestone in my hunting career. Some of the greatest moments of my life have been shared with my friends and relatives hunting deer. This is not to say I have not had other great moments in my life, but hunting has and will remain a priority for me.
I have been very fortunate to have been with my son and 3 grandsons when they killed their first bucks.I introduced deer hunting to my grand kids and they took to it like bees to honey and finally this year TC Allen killed his fist buck.(see previous post).
Sadie Grace Allen is my grand daughter and is 2 years old. Maybe, who knows, I will be with her if and when she gets her first buck !!!!
When you hunt deer with someone it creates a special bond and memories that last forever. I strive to hunt with my special friends because I know the memories will last and the friendship will straighten. When it is with relatives it is special. When it is with children it is very special. When with grand kids it is awesome. When with grand kids and their first buck it is the ultimate!!!!
Spend time with your kids and build memories!!!! Be happy and live life to the fullest. I hope this posts finds you and yours happy.
Picture #1 & 2, Shilo Burgess with his first buck 2008. TC and I were with him.
Picture #3, 4,and 5, Devin Gilley with his first buck 2009. I was actually sitting next to Devin and talked him through his first buck kill.
Picture # 6, TC Allen and his first buck 2012. I was on the ground under his stand rattling and saw TC bring his gun up and shoot his buck!!!
Picture #7 ,Sadie Allen on our buck decoy (Bob)
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I have been very fortunate to have been with my son and 3 grandsons when they killed their first bucks.I introduced deer hunting to my grand kids and they took to it like bees to honey and finally this year TC Allen killed his fist buck.(see previous post).
Sadie Grace Allen is my grand daughter and is 2 years old. Maybe, who knows, I will be with her if and when she gets her first buck !!!!
When you hunt deer with someone it creates a special bond and memories that last forever. I strive to hunt with my special friends because I know the memories will last and the friendship will straighten. When it is with relatives it is special. When it is with children it is very special. When with grand kids it is awesome. When with grand kids and their first buck it is the ultimate!!!!
Spend time with your kids and build memories!!!! Be happy and live life to the fullest. I hope this posts finds you and yours happy.
Picture #1 & 2, Shilo Burgess with his first buck 2008. TC and I were with him.
Picture #3, 4,and 5, Devin Gilley with his first buck 2009. I was actually sitting next to Devin and talked him through his first buck kill.
Picture # 6, TC Allen and his first buck 2012. I was on the ground under his stand rattling and saw TC bring his gun up and shoot his buck!!!
Picture #7 ,Sadie Allen on our buck decoy (Bob)
Friday, October 26, 2012
Oklahoma youth hunt
We had a good youth weekend hunt. It was warm, but we reached a new milestone in our hunting legacy. TC got his first buck and did it with his Great Uncle Bob's Remington 760, 30-06. TR had put the set up together with TC in a ladder stand, TR covering TC's back with bow, and me laying on the ground rattling. Bob ( our deer decoy) was out about 35 yards. 15 Min's after the first rattle sequence the buck came in. He didn't rush in but was just walking. He never got to Bob because TC didn't wait for him. TC shot and hit him, although we had to chase him. He was wounded bad and would lay down, but not die. TR jumped him up and got a shot. We waited, had lunch and went back with the all the boys. We came apon the deer and he could not get up. Shilo shot to finish him, but when we got to him I had to shoot him in the neck to kill him. We only had one gun during the chase because it was youth season. we were passing it back and forth Anyway we got him and all were happy.
Shilo killed a fawn with is bow, the smallest deer I have ever seen. He said he was going to shoot the first thing is saw because he wanted to get his first deer with a bow. Well, he got his chance and took it.
Overall we a great week end and now all the grand kids have bucks under their belt.
Shilo killed a fawn with is bow, the smallest deer I have ever seen. He said he was going to shoot the first thing is saw because he wanted to get his first deer with a bow. Well, he got his chance and took it.
Overall we a great week end and now all the grand kids have bucks under their belt.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Oklahoma bow season update
Been hunting mornings. We had a cold snap last weekend and it got down to 39-40 2 nights in row, but other than that it has been warm. I have seen very little buck sign, just a couple rubs and 1 small scrape. I have see 21 deer, but because I'm hunting the same open field it's probably the same 4 or 5 deer that are there. No bucks so far, but we have one good 10 point on camera. This early season hunting is almost just practice, getting back into the routine, fine tuning.
Going to hunting camp this weekend with TR to hunt mornings, but mostly to get things ready and stands up for the 3 day youth hunt. Last year the boys all got deer during youth so hopefully this year will be the same.
Soon the bucks will be on the move and rattling will start. Last year both TR and I rattled bucks in, but because of our inexperience doing this we didn't score. TR saw the buck he rattled in (same buck twice) just wasn't in the right position. Big dark non typical !!! Scouting the area recently TR found scrapes and new rubs in the same places as last year so hopefully he is still there. We are leaving the area alone until the right time and right wind. The bucks I rattled in both came in from downwind and I was facing into the wind. dah!!
I heard them come in but never saw them. One thing we were missing last year was some incentive for the bucks to close the last 50 yards or so. This year we have big buck decoy that should make the bucks come in. We are also going to team up when we rattle. It should be fun.
I got my Iowa buck mount back(see other post). It came out nice and is on the wall. It scored 142.5 which is the biggest for me so far. The deer was only a 8 point but has a very large frame. The horns are not very symmetrical either so both these items lowered the score. The taxidermist did not age him so I don't the age, but he is grayish. The experience of getting this deer with Dick there was special. We had a moment and thought about Bob. Good times!!
Going to hunting camp this weekend with TR to hunt mornings, but mostly to get things ready and stands up for the 3 day youth hunt. Last year the boys all got deer during youth so hopefully this year will be the same.
Soon the bucks will be on the move and rattling will start. Last year both TR and I rattled bucks in, but because of our inexperience doing this we didn't score. TR saw the buck he rattled in (same buck twice) just wasn't in the right position. Big dark non typical !!! Scouting the area recently TR found scrapes and new rubs in the same places as last year so hopefully he is still there. We are leaving the area alone until the right time and right wind. The bucks I rattled in both came in from downwind and I was facing into the wind. dah!!
I heard them come in but never saw them. One thing we were missing last year was some incentive for the bucks to close the last 50 yards or so. This year we have big buck decoy that should make the bucks come in. We are also going to team up when we rattle. It should be fun.
I got my Iowa buck mount back(see other post). It came out nice and is on the wall. It scored 142.5 which is the biggest for me so far. The deer was only a 8 point but has a very large frame. The horns are not very symmetrical either so both these items lowered the score. The taxidermist did not age him so I don't the age, but he is grayish. The experience of getting this deer with Dick there was special. We had a moment and thought about Bob. Good times!!
Thursday, October 11, 2012
My memories from the past
I too think back on my hunting experiences, what ive seen,where ive been and the teachings that made me the avid hunter i am today. Growing up in a family of hunters put me in the woods early. At seven years old i began walking with members of the old hunting party.My dad,uncle tom,grampa allen,uncle bob,uncle tom,steve yaw,tim oconner,gary delorme and the list goes on. At a young age i got to drag a coyote Dick Dions killed in hague on Steves grandfathers property.There i also was following Tim while driving Peaked hill when i witnessed my first kill,a spikehorn and Tim dragged the buck the rest of the drive as i carried the rifle and led us to the watch line.Me and granpa were on watch once on the cut off on narrows mtn when gramp decided to give my rubix cube a go.Ill never forget tapping him on the side whispering gramp theres deer coming.I think at one of the hunting parties that were thrown yearly gramp received his very own rubix cube as a gag gift.Our party also hunted alot behind putts pond.Taking aluminum boats across putts at the wee hours of the am.Cutting through the ice.This was one of those times Steve Yaws outboard caught on fire.Ill never forget the speed of him unscrewing the motor from the boat and submerging it under water.It started back up and we continued on. Dad once killed a big 9 ptr on the far watch of Big Clear late in the afternoon. The guys had about a 5 hour drag well into the darkness. Gary was the only one with a flashlight to see the trailmarkers that led us out of there. And making a drive with Dick Dions(rest in peace Dick) on the very top of peaked hill..The scenery was the best i remember. There was a time on the number one hill i was making a drive to unble Bob, i just couldnt get through the drive. Hours after i had started i had fired seven shots in hopes of hearing a return shot but never did. When i finally got to uncle bob he said what the hell took you so long and he never heard a shot all day.These are just a few memories from way back.Now my memories are with my Dad.We are a party of two now but im still learning.We still hunt Paradox country and get into Gooseneck country from time ti time.We kill our share of bucks have alot of laughs and put our time in.Most of our hunting now is treestands from daylight till dark.Friends ask me how i can sit in a tree for 10 hrs straight.I tell them that its in my blood. Thanks uncle Tom for starting this blog and in a way bringing us all back together again.May all our seasons be filled with success and memories to share..
Our Early Years
This blog has brought back a lot of good memories. In the comment section of Tom's introduction I talked about how Tom, Dick, Bob, and I started our hunting experience. Speakng for myself, I did not realize, when we were young, how lucky we were. As I stated in my comment, we were taught by professionals and taught to love the sport (although we didn't look at hunting as a sport at the time). Rather, it was a way of life. We hunted all year, whether it was for deer, pheasants, grouse, snowshoe rabbits, squirrel, pike and pickrel (shot with a shotgun and netted) or woodchucks (ground hogs as they call them in the south).
Because my uncle, Deb handloaded, we had access to all the ammo we could shoot. Like the game of pool and other sports, the more you practice, the better you get. All of us were good shots. While we were good, Dick was outstanding. I remember as a kid, I would throw pieces of wood into the air and Dick could hit them with his .308. The best shot that I remember, though, was made by Tom in Southern Tier. He killed a running deer 100 or 150 yards away with a .35 Renington with open sights. Was it luck or skill? Probably the latter with a little luck thrown in. At least for me, I felt the expectations on us were so high, I dreaded to miss a deer.
Back then, there were not many deer in the Adirondacks. Deer drives were the most common way of mountain hunting. Even driving deer, I can remember seasons when I saw only one or two deer.
Consequently, we did not trophy hunt, we meat hunted and we were quite successful. So much so that beef tasted weak, without much flavor. There is so much "flavor" in the meat of an old mountain buck during the rut, that it will curl your hair.
After high school, Bob and I worked for International Paper in the Ti mill. We worked shift work and would trade around with others so we could work 3-11 or 11-7 and hunt during the day. We hunted every day,rain, snow or shine. Deer hunting for us became work and I can remember Bob and I talking about how we began to look forward to the season ending. We wore ourselves out working nights and hunting days.It was a sin for us to take a day off and rest.
When we were young, hunting parties were an exclusive club. Since our party was made up of blood relations and very close friends, we almost never invited outsiders to hunt with us. The reason being that we did not want outsiders to know how we hunted a particular area. Because we hunted the same areas since before we could legally carry guns in the woods, we knew the Gooseneck, Paradox, and Pyramid country like the backs of our hands. When we killed a deer, it was not uncommon for us to drag it so far that the hair was worn off both sides of the deer. It was nothing to have to drag one 3 or 4 or more miles up hill and down, to get them to the car. We called all of that fun.
Much has changed since then, but in all honesty I can say that some of the best times of my hunting life was with Dick, Tom, Bob, Deb, Danny Ives, Dick Dion, and Bill Drinkwine. I saddens me and makes me feel old to think that half of our old, original crew are no longer here. God bless them and thank you for the good times we had together. Thanks Tom, for starting the blog.
Because my uncle, Deb handloaded, we had access to all the ammo we could shoot. Like the game of pool and other sports, the more you practice, the better you get. All of us were good shots. While we were good, Dick was outstanding. I remember as a kid, I would throw pieces of wood into the air and Dick could hit them with his .308. The best shot that I remember, though, was made by Tom in Southern Tier. He killed a running deer 100 or 150 yards away with a .35 Renington with open sights. Was it luck or skill? Probably the latter with a little luck thrown in. At least for me, I felt the expectations on us were so high, I dreaded to miss a deer.
Back then, there were not many deer in the Adirondacks. Deer drives were the most common way of mountain hunting. Even driving deer, I can remember seasons when I saw only one or two deer.
Consequently, we did not trophy hunt, we meat hunted and we were quite successful. So much so that beef tasted weak, without much flavor. There is so much "flavor" in the meat of an old mountain buck during the rut, that it will curl your hair.
After high school, Bob and I worked for International Paper in the Ti mill. We worked shift work and would trade around with others so we could work 3-11 or 11-7 and hunt during the day. We hunted every day,rain, snow or shine. Deer hunting for us became work and I can remember Bob and I talking about how we began to look forward to the season ending. We wore ourselves out working nights and hunting days.It was a sin for us to take a day off and rest.
When we were young, hunting parties were an exclusive club. Since our party was made up of blood relations and very close friends, we almost never invited outsiders to hunt with us. The reason being that we did not want outsiders to know how we hunted a particular area. Because we hunted the same areas since before we could legally carry guns in the woods, we knew the Gooseneck, Paradox, and Pyramid country like the backs of our hands. When we killed a deer, it was not uncommon for us to drag it so far that the hair was worn off both sides of the deer. It was nothing to have to drag one 3 or 4 or more miles up hill and down, to get them to the car. We called all of that fun.
Much has changed since then, but in all honesty I can say that some of the best times of my hunting life was with Dick, Tom, Bob, Deb, Danny Ives, Dick Dion, and Bill Drinkwine. I saddens me and makes me feel old to think that half of our old, original crew are no longer here. God bless them and thank you for the good times we had together. Thanks Tom, for starting the blog.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
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