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The Moment I Knew I Was a Goner for Whitetail Hunting
10 Mar2010
Today I was driving to work and the new song by Kenny Chesney, “Ain’t Back Yet” came on the radio. The song talks about the key moments in his life that took him over the edge and changed his life forever.
“I heard a song ’bout a ramblin’ man
Bought a guitar and I started a band
I got a gig at the local Am Vet
I was gone and I ain’t back yet
Lookin’ back at the moments, black and white
I wouldn’t change a thing that changed my life
For the worse, for the better
Man, I was gone, gone forever”
As I listened to this song I couldn’t but help relating it back to my deer hunting obsession. If this was my song it would be talking about the moment that forever changed my life and made me a deer hunting goner forever.
I was 9 years old and up at our family deer camp in Northern Michigan. One of the guys in camp had dragged a big 8 point buck out of the swamp early on opening day, so I was shocked when my grandpa came back in the cabin that evening saying that he shot a nice buck too! We all got changed, grabbed lanterns and headed out to the area that my grandpa shot his deer. I remember as just a young child the unbelievable excitement and anticipation I had as we began to track that buck. We finally came upon the massive 7 point, as it lay perfectly posed on the other side of our stream. As I saw the ivory white tines shine in the glow of our lantern, I stared in awe at the magnificence of that deer. I wondered to myself if I would ever be able to get a buck like my grandpa had. That night and for the rest of the week at camp, I stood in front of the buck pole gawking at those two giant MI bucks, restlessly waiting for the time to come when I could start chasing whitetails myself.
Little did I know that from that point on I would be hooked and I was gone, gone…forever.
When did you know that you were a goner for deer hunting? Please share your story in the comments section!
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3 Responses to The Moment I Knew I Was a Goner for Whitetail Hunting
Todd Larson
March 11th, 2010 at 6:09 am
I was hooked the cold, dark, november morning 14yrs ago. I remember it was my first time to deer hunt and it was during the rifle season here in Tennessee. I had borrowed the old rifle and there was a bet at work that I would come home empty handed. Back then I sat on the ground leaning up against a tree. I watched when the sun broke, frost form on my boot tips and crawl up my pants. I was thinking to myself,”they call this fun? Freezing my butt off”. What I didn’t know was the rut was going on. As soon as it got light, here come a doe running…..just a tad bit later, I heard some crashing through the brush, heavy panting. Kind a scared me as I didn’t know deer could be that noisy. Well, here he come trotting, nose to the ground. I got up on my knees for a broadside shot…..there he went, faster then I thought. I sat back down watching him run past me not even looking at me. I looked through the scope…NO!!! sun in my eyes!! I used the sights on the rifle and shot. The first shot took him down, but he was getting back up. So I shot again which finished him. My first buck, only a 5 pt. but he was my first. I was now hooked.
Mark Kenyon
March 11th, 2010 at 6:56 am
Thats awesome! Nothing beats that first time.
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