Place I used to work at in Pennsylvania got a new boss from Texas.
He kept going deer hunting with my coworker to the game lands and saw nothing there due to lots of pressure.
I kept telling him to come to my father in laws farm because we were covered up in deer.
Finally there were two more days to hunt so he came over and scouted the first afternoon and called me later to tell me he’s never seen so much deer evidence as he saw up there.
He kicked a few out while coming in and going out.
He set up the next morning with his climber.
Around 11:00 he was going to get down to grab a Sammich from his jeep when he hear trotting coming closer.
He got his custom .50 hand cannon ready and along comes this monster 11 pointer that stops right in front of his stand.
Blammo....he double Lungs him and it ran about 70 yards, rolls down a hill and piled up right next to the access road about ten feet from his jeep.
He brought the deer to work later to show it off and to thank me for allowing me to hunt and told us all his story.
It was the biggest deer he ever saw and probably will never take another one that big.
It was a monster.
Could’nt wipe the smile off his face with a hammer and chisel.
Yep the only thing I miss about Pennsylvania is the deer hunting on that farm......and the snow...I miss driving in the deep snow......I know I’m weird like that.
He kept going deer hunting with my coworker to the game lands and saw nothing there due to lots of pressure.
I kept telling him to come to my father in laws farm because we were covered up in deer.
Finally there were two more days to hunt so he came over and scouted the first afternoon and called me later to tell me he’s never seen so much deer evidence as he saw up there.
He kicked a few out while coming in and going out.
He set up the next morning with his climber.
Around 11:00 he was going to get down to grab a Sammich from his jeep when he hear trotting coming closer.
He got his custom .50 hand cannon ready and along comes this monster 11 pointer that stops right in front of his stand.
Blammo....he double Lungs him and it ran about 70 yards, rolls down a hill and piled up right next to the access road about ten feet from his jeep.
He brought the deer to work later to show it off and to thank me for allowing me to hunt and told us all his story.
It was the biggest deer he ever saw and probably will never take another one that big.
It was a monster.
Could’nt wipe the smile off his face with a hammer and chisel.
Yep the only thing I miss about Pennsylvania is the deer hunting on that farm......and the snow...I miss driving in the deep snow......I know I’m weird like that.
