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Russell Graves - Believes whitetails shouldn't be photographed in the back of a truck with their tongue hanging out.
Location - Texas

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Brian Strickland - Has 369,518 acres of land that you can hunt on. Call him at (555) 281-HUNT.
Location - Colorado

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Tony Hansen - Is pretty confident Michigan will release at least 300,000 archers into the woods this fall.
Location - Michigan

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Location - Georgia

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Will Brantley - Loves hunting in a dorag because it makes him look Ramboish. Some may call it Little Man Syndrome.
Location - Tennessee

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

 

Birth of a Hunter

This past weekend my 9 year old son, Brennan, and his 8 year old sister, Katelyn, headed with me into the Oklahoma woods with gobblers on the brain. Although both of them have been by my side on many bowhunting adventures, this would be the first time Brennan would be sitting in the hunter's driver's seat, so to speak. With Mossberg in hand, and my Hoyt Seven-37 as a backup, we headed to a ground blind that was staked out about 400 yards from a towering Cottonwood that was a popular roost. The hope was to call in a lonely tom looking for a night cap before pitching up.

With the low ceiling spitting mist and the temps hovering in the low 50's, we huddled in our Ameristep pop-up and I began cranking a few notes on my old box call. It wasn't long before our first visitor appeared, a lone hen with a two-inch beard. Although I had seen photos of such yelping characters before, I had never laid my eyes on one up close and personal. She milled around in front of us for about 10 minutes before wandering down to a creek bottom out of sight.


After about 30 minutes and several more serenades, the same bearded lady wandered in again, however, this time she had a triplet of jakes in tow. As their red heads bobbed excitedly over the rise, I could feel Brennan's heart beat reverberate from the gound up through my boots. Game was on and he knew it! When she passed by at 10 steps I knew the jakes would soon follow, so in an effort to keep him calm I whispered in his ear as they came into the frame of the window, "Pick one out and squeeze the..." Before I could finish, the smell of hot powder filled the blind, and I witnessed my son's first kill crumple to the ground.


I don't know who was more excited, me or him, but as he picked up that little jake my chest swelled with pride. I've had some great hunting experiences over the years, but none have measured up to the events of this weekend, and frankly, I don't think any ever will!





Future Team Realtree and Team Hoyt Pros!

Brian

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