Here is a short tale of a Hunt in the late 60's, no pictures. When Whitetail deer started being hunted big time in Louisiana there was Open Land everywhere because the Timber companies let you hunt on their land. It was sorta the same as what you have in the west as far as opportunities to hunt.
I was 13 or so when this took place, my uncle Marshall was the Head Huntsman for a group of Uncles, brothers (He was 1 of 18!!!!) cousins and people he worked with at the Paper Mill in Monroe, Louisiana. It always started with loading up the big dogs into the pickup and getting the horses saddled and loaded. Then everyone met at the Mt. Ida Baptist Church or at Whorley Hill. I can remember the old red clay roads and some of the people even today.
This day was a little different in that it was a Doe day, one of maybe 2 per season. We went to be put on "Stand" as I was a stander today as usual which I didn't mind because about mid morning Aunt Betty would come by with thick ham sandwiches and a hot sweet potato and hot chocolate. It was a festival during those holiday hunts!
As I am standing there a man and his son-in-law come by with a secret device....a ladder stand! This thing could not have been 6' tall with a flat plywood seat! The Old man had made his son-in-law drag that thing to a spot he knew about in the woods just before the dogs were turned loose. The old man had shown us his single shot shotgun before the hunt and his 5 shell wrapped in wax paper, an 8 guage!
As the hunt started I could hear the dogs headed mu way then turn towards where the old man (80;s) was sitting when BOOM! I tell ya the leaves started falling, here comes the son-in-law to pick up the old man and when they come out there lays a Forkhorn on top of his dog box. Those were some Good Ol Days. John
wasn't big back in the day!
