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03/21/2011
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Back in the early seventies, Maryland's deer herd size was far less than we currently enjoy. I remember hunting public lands and going two and three hunts without seeing a deer. So after a few days of this and then suddenly spotting a buck, you just might try anything to put a little action in your...
03/21/2011
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In October, I got down to business preparing for the upcoming Ohio shotgun season. It ran from November 26th, through the 2nd of December. My hunting pal, Jimmie Fraley and myself were bow hunting and scouting as much as possible. Although our jobs kept us out of the woods throughout most of the...
03/21/2011
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I was looking forward to my 20th opening day of gun season even more than my first. It has been a difficult year with a major renovation project on our house, the sudden death of my father a few months ago and preparations for the birth of our fourth child. I had not had a lot of time to bow hunt....
03/21/2011
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A mid-November cold snap had left the woods with a blanket of heavy snow, at least six inches in these higher elevations. It clung to the branches of the hemlocks, only to be dislodged now and then with a dull whoosh in a gust of wind. Then came the inevitable low-pressure system pushing from the...
03/21/2011
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One day in late October, back in 1972, I was working at a local night club in Joppatown ,Md. A friend Big George Elliott and I had made plans to bow hunt the Sod Run Sewage treatment plant property in Harford Co. the following morning. After I changed from my on stage attire into my camo outfit we...
03/21/2011
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It was just about 8:30 when Wade & I stopped to talk to the guys. We had been hunting the backside of Pine Mountain for nearly 2 & 1/2 hrs, since just before dawn. The sweet smell of sage brush in the cool desert morning caressed our senses, which were keenly alert for being up since four o...
03/21/2011
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Rather than brag about the bucks I've harvested, I'd prefer to write about the bucks who have out smarted me or simply the ones that got away. These tales are far more interesting than any hunter's exploits and when you don't personally know the writer, far more believable.
03/21/2011
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Crack, was the sound the twig made when the deer's hoof applied enough pressure on its' brittle skeleton and caused the fracture. In the crisp morning air the sound might as well been a land mine going off. I paused and then slowly turned my head in the direction of the alarm. I was sure that it...
03/21/2011
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"Joe!...... Joe! ........." Mary Welsantski called out, while her husband Joe was cooling off a hundred and fifty yards off shore in the clear blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Joe could see her image and so he waved back at her. Mary screamed at him to hurry up and get on shore.
03/21/2011
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One morning, I awoke early and decided to scout the mountain behind a house trailer, which was owned by relatives in Deep Creek Lake Maryland. Although I'd brought my compound with me, I'd never hunted there before and so I just wanted to get a look at things. Maybe I'd find evidence of active...