Jack O'Conner
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Back to Harry's Winchester and my first deer kill:
My Dad liked to wait until late in the season to hunt mule deer. It takes deep snow in the higher elevations to push the herds down to the foothills and prairies .
I did not want to wait for weeks. Opening day I wanted to be out hunting. But Dad simply would not be convinced that he should change his ways. To make matters worse, Harry drove over in his Studebaker pick up with a decent buck in back that he shot opening day way up in the Bighorns. Seeing that buck made me feel even more anxious about waiting for Dad's so called schedule.
I handled Harry's carbine (unloaded) a dozen or more times each day. Imaginary deer were slain with imaginary bullets. The tension grew as school friends told me about their weekend hunts in the mountains. But Dad was not convinced we should drive over 75 miles just to get a deer. Stubborn but friendly describes my Dad.
Finally, Dad told me on a Friday morning that the next day we would kill a couple big mulies on Bob P.'s ranch east of town. I could hardly concentrate on my school work that day as I imagined all sorts of senerios!
Once again, I must call it quits for now and get some sleep. But I'll finish this soon-promise!
Jack
My Dad liked to wait until late in the season to hunt mule deer. It takes deep snow in the higher elevations to push the herds down to the foothills and prairies .
I did not want to wait for weeks. Opening day I wanted to be out hunting. But Dad simply would not be convinced that he should change his ways. To make matters worse, Harry drove over in his Studebaker pick up with a decent buck in back that he shot opening day way up in the Bighorns. Seeing that buck made me feel even more anxious about waiting for Dad's so called schedule.
I handled Harry's carbine (unloaded) a dozen or more times each day. Imaginary deer were slain with imaginary bullets. The tension grew as school friends told me about their weekend hunts in the mountains. But Dad was not convinced we should drive over 75 miles just to get a deer. Stubborn but friendly describes my Dad.
Finally, Dad told me on a Friday morning that the next day we would kill a couple big mulies on Bob P.'s ranch east of town. I could hardly concentrate on my school work that day as I imagined all sorts of senerios!
Once again, I must call it quits for now and get some sleep. But I'll finish this soon-promise!
Jack