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A "Real" farmer being the utilitarian that he is probaly lets a select few hunt his property with the provision that he in return gets some venison.

Lowell,
I once met a handy ol' wrangler that couldn't stand straight up from shoein' too many horses and probably had broken most bones once or twice, his knuckles looked like a bag of marbles and his face was worn and weathered like an old saddle and just as tough, 'made ol Curley, in City Slickers, look like the pampered Hollywood actor he was. Ol' Mike had wrangled all his life of around 50 yrs and maybe coosied a bit, but wadn't much for social graces. Mike cut loose once over more than a few drinks during that week up in the White Mountains of Arizona and we all had a good time. I think a few drinks may have been one of the few pleasures that man had in his tough life.

There's nothing finer than to get out there while the stars are still twinkling in the sky. To pick a ground blind depending on the direction of the morning's zephyrs and silently wait as the day brightens. Or to sit at the base of a tree deep in the woods in a Vermont snowstorm, perhaps to fall asleep in what is probably the most peaceful settings I can think of. If a deer approaches I am confident that a good intentioned red squirrel will wake me. I've taken all my bucks from the ground with one shot.

I got a clean head shot on a doe with my Toureg the other night in Tysons Corner, VA (DC suburb). Does that count. We had steak and salads in the Capital Grill while watching the Redskins get their butts waxed by the Patriots and I had my coffee before I left..no thermos hauling for me.

I must admit I had little to do with bagging this deer, it ran out of the dark and leaped right into the side of my fender. But at $4300 worth of damage, I feel that I earned it.

Seriously, I live in some pretty dense suburbs and for the second time in as many months I saw a large buck wandering through my community. All of the bleeding hearts want to stop the vicious act of deer hunting, meanwhile, fully half the cars in the body shop were there due to deer strikes. No predators here, very limited hunting, and deer are running around like rats in a NY sewer. If they cut the deer population in half in this area, it would serve both the people (at least those that drive) and the deer overall.

It was a clean kill, however.

Cheers

Lowell reminds me of Karl May.

My Uncle Herbert ran a hardware store and owned a tree farm ..... mostly Christmas trees. During the weeks before the season he would "take a walk in the woods" with me along on occasion to find our "spot". The first day of the season he was to busy in the store to hunt, and the woods "to full of fools" ..... he would say. Sometime mid week he would talk my mother into letting me take off from school "to get our deer." I had to be ready to go by 5AM. I was up by 3 to excited for sleep. My mother always made me eat even though our first stop was my Uncle Andy's restaurant where we joined a dozen or so other hunters in a country breakfast .......I even got to drink coffee, just like the adults. The drive to the tree farm took about an hour so it was well after 8 by the time we reached the spot Uncle Herbert picked out. We didn't have scent block camo or anything else much for that matter and usually just stood about talking about deer.

The 4 or 5 times I went with him (until I found out how much fun girls were) back those 50+ years ago we never left without a deer. Sometimes as early as lunch time and only once past 3 PM. We would then bring the field dressed deer to the local butcher who had a place set up behind his store for processing. My uncle would take a picture of us with our bounty using his old Kodak 35 and a week or so later it would hang in his store window with the rifle from his stock we used that year. He would always tell his customers it was my deer, which was only true one time ..... but he said it was OK to say because advertising always takes liberties with reality!

Bouvier

Makes me want to bring out my nasty old '92 in 38-40 - it does!
Altho', no self-respecting farmer would be caught dead with it.
It is well beyond being a tool even.

I must admitt, that I have had a love/hate relationship with the deer hunters in the past.
We all know my tales of trespassing and poachin'.

mOst farmers I know just hunt out of their truck..

Or from the combine. But here's a twist. One of my guys combining today about a quarter mile from the house reported sticking a doe in the side with the corn head, guts out and all. She was down when he hit her. The coyotes should make quick work of the carcass. I hope so; it's quite a mess. We have a lot of deer herebouts and they get hit by cars regularly, but with a combine?! One for the books. EDM

Ed, I live about a half hour from you. The Combine gets more Deer than one realizes. I have heard of it several times.