i posted this in the pic section but.... thought i'd share it in a new thread. after years of not being able to see or spend time with my son, he has come to live with me at the age of 18... much to his evil mother's dismay 
here is a little story about how we spent oct 10/11, 2007 , me , my son and my enfield, life is darn good.
took my son up with me on a blacktail hunt here in b.c. oct 10/11 . he doesn't hunt yet but was more than eager to tag along. on the 10th we saw 13 does/fawns comeing down the trails in the morning and another 11 in evening..... no bucks.... that we saw . weather was damp and cold and the woods were noisy with the sound of dripping rain. I was impressed my son toughed it out, sitting on the same moss covered rock all day... we did hike out mid day for lunch but back in by 3:30 till dusk.
Second day broke with a crisp clear sky.... I had a good feeling
We started the 45 minute hike up the steep bluffs till we arrived at the little draw that these deer have been migrating thru for centuries. We silently crept in the dark and settled onto the big moss covered slab of granite that I affectionatly refer to as "my rock"
Day broke an hour later, and the deer were moving right away with small bands of does and fawns creeping by every 20 minutes or so. My son marvelled at how these deer could creep through the bush so silently. At one point we had a doe stop not 15 yards away ... we did not move a musle, and thank god for scentlock as she continued on her way, she didn't even know we were there. This activity continued with over 20 does/fawns moving down the draw past our ambush spot..... no bucks.... that we saw
At 10:00 a.m. he came over the bluff, the antlers gleamed in the sun... he stuck to the thick cover, i could only catch glimpses of his body through the thick foilage as he decended the draw, about 40 yards away. He was being sneaky and i could just see the antlers over the brush. I searched ahead of him looking for a break in the foilage, anticipating his route, I picked an opening. I settled the crosshairs on the spot were he would appear and as the seconds crept by.... he came... i squeezed the trigger of my 1911 BSA mkIII enfield and 180gr of red hot nosler partition was on it's way. The shot was good but he ran, down hill another 60 yards and collapsed in the brush.
Took me a bit to locate him in the thick brush but the blood trail was clear as day.... it was a double lung shot. This deer is a nice fat B.C. blacktail deer, one of the heaviest i've shot to date and being a 4x4..... I'm pretty darn pleased. My son has the hunting bug BAD now and that's just what i was hoping for
the first pic shows the type of brush we are hunting in and is taken from my rock. Steep terrain, thick rainforest coastal mountain bush and hunting "the ghosts of the coast" life just can't get any better
here is a little story about how we spent oct 10/11, 2007 , me , my son and my enfield, life is darn good.
took my son up with me on a blacktail hunt here in b.c. oct 10/11 . he doesn't hunt yet but was more than eager to tag along. on the 10th we saw 13 does/fawns comeing down the trails in the morning and another 11 in evening..... no bucks.... that we saw . weather was damp and cold and the woods were noisy with the sound of dripping rain. I was impressed my son toughed it out, sitting on the same moss covered rock all day... we did hike out mid day for lunch but back in by 3:30 till dusk.
Second day broke with a crisp clear sky.... I had a good feeling
We started the 45 minute hike up the steep bluffs till we arrived at the little draw that these deer have been migrating thru for centuries. We silently crept in the dark and settled onto the big moss covered slab of granite that I affectionatly refer to as "my rock"
Day broke an hour later, and the deer were moving right away with small bands of does and fawns creeping by every 20 minutes or so. My son marvelled at how these deer could creep through the bush so silently. At one point we had a doe stop not 15 yards away ... we did not move a musle, and thank god for scentlock as she continued on her way, she didn't even know we were there. This activity continued with over 20 does/fawns moving down the draw past our ambush spot..... no bucks.... that we saw
At 10:00 a.m. he came over the bluff, the antlers gleamed in the sun... he stuck to the thick cover, i could only catch glimpses of his body through the thick foilage as he decended the draw, about 40 yards away. He was being sneaky and i could just see the antlers over the brush. I searched ahead of him looking for a break in the foilage, anticipating his route, I picked an opening. I settled the crosshairs on the spot were he would appear and as the seconds crept by.... he came... i squeezed the trigger of my 1911 BSA mkIII enfield and 180gr of red hot nosler partition was on it's way. The shot was good but he ran, down hill another 60 yards and collapsed in the brush.
Took me a bit to locate him in the thick brush but the blood trail was clear as day.... it was a double lung shot. This deer is a nice fat B.C. blacktail deer, one of the heaviest i've shot to date and being a 4x4..... I'm pretty darn pleased. My son has the hunting bug BAD now and that's just what i was hoping for
the first pic shows the type of brush we are hunting in and is taken from my rock. Steep terrain, thick rainforest coastal mountain bush and hunting "the ghosts of the coast" life just can't get any better
