Dads season started out looking great. around november he started running cameras around his house and some of the other property we hunt. the most productive camera checks where around the house. The big farm we hunt was only showing one shooter buck which made it hard for him to hunt anywhere except for his house. Durring early november we where watching 4 shooter bucks. poindexter the big 11 a nice 8 and a tall 10.
I am not sure of what the date was but i believe it was the second week of november because i was on vacation, dad took the day off to hunt and decided to take his climber into a pinch point behind his house. i got a text right at daybreak from him. “strap broke on climber, laying here ankle hurts, im ok”. I sent back a text asking him if he wanted me to come get him, he said no, He was in his lone wolf which is probably ten years old. He put the climber on the tree and after putting his left foot in the stirrup he pulled his right foot up and the stress was too much for the strap and the strap broke. he fell backwards onto the ground with his left ankle locked into the stirrup angling forward. He said he just laid there and couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was afraid to look at his ankle just knowing that it would be bad. After a few minutes he started crawling back towards the house. he ended up limping up the hill and texted me telling me he was going to get in his millenium on the other side of the hill. I demanded that he shouldn’t incase his ankle swelled up and he couldn’t get down safely. His stubborn ass ended up sitting in that stand and was thankfully able to get down. I ended up driving over to his house after my hunt and talked to him. His ankle was swollen twice the size of his opposite ankle. I drove the buggy back and got his climber and his binocs that fell off because the momentum of his fall was enough to break the harness that he wore. after checking the strap we saw that the plastic had cracked allowing moisture to get into the cables leading to rust. needless to say new straps where ordered that day. Dad took about a week break from hunting and let his ankle heal up. thankfully he was at ground level when all that happened and not 10 or even 25 feet up.
A few more november hunts revealed sightings of the big 11 and poindexter but they where never in recurve range.
I remember on thanksgiving eve he was debating on where to hunt the next morning. He finally decided to hunt behind his house, although later that night he sent me a text telling me that all of my young cousins where at his house having a sleep over and that he wouldnt be able to go to sleep and get up to hunt. at this time i was getting pictures nearly every day of the big 10 that i missed at my house and told him to come sleep on the couch and get in my stand in the morning. He didnt waste any time and jumped at the oppurtunity to get away from the chaos. haha, 30 minutes later he was in the driveway. sadly the next morning the big 10 was a no show. after thanksgiving dinner i went behind his house and pulled the card on his camera. sure enough that morning a new wide 8 had been standing with a doe right below his treestand at 9 am. imagine that!
I am not sure of what the date was but i believe it was the second week of november because i was on vacation, dad took the day off to hunt and decided to take his climber into a pinch point behind his house. i got a text right at daybreak from him. “strap broke on climber, laying here ankle hurts, im ok”. I sent back a text asking him if he wanted me to come get him, he said no, He was in his lone wolf which is probably ten years old. He put the climber on the tree and after putting his left foot in the stirrup he pulled his right foot up and the stress was too much for the strap and the strap broke. he fell backwards onto the ground with his left ankle locked into the stirrup angling forward. He said he just laid there and couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was afraid to look at his ankle just knowing that it would be bad. After a few minutes he started crawling back towards the house. he ended up limping up the hill and texted me telling me he was going to get in his millenium on the other side of the hill. I demanded that he shouldn’t incase his ankle swelled up and he couldn’t get down safely. His stubborn ass ended up sitting in that stand and was thankfully able to get down. I ended up driving over to his house after my hunt and talked to him. His ankle was swollen twice the size of his opposite ankle. I drove the buggy back and got his climber and his binocs that fell off because the momentum of his fall was enough to break the harness that he wore. after checking the strap we saw that the plastic had cracked allowing moisture to get into the cables leading to rust. needless to say new straps where ordered that day. Dad took about a week break from hunting and let his ankle heal up. thankfully he was at ground level when all that happened and not 10 or even 25 feet up.
A few more november hunts revealed sightings of the big 11 and poindexter but they where never in recurve range.
I remember on thanksgiving eve he was debating on where to hunt the next morning. He finally decided to hunt behind his house, although later that night he sent me a text telling me that all of my young cousins where at his house having a sleep over and that he wouldnt be able to go to sleep and get up to hunt. at this time i was getting pictures nearly every day of the big 10 that i missed at my house and told him to come sleep on the couch and get in my stand in the morning. He didnt waste any time and jumped at the oppurtunity to get away from the chaos. haha, 30 minutes later he was in the driveway. sadly the next morning the big 10 was a no show. after thanksgiving dinner i went behind his house and pulled the card on his camera. sure enough that morning a new wide 8 had been standing with a doe right below his treestand at 9 am. imagine that!