Wonderful tale Mike! Kudos to you for taking the young men under your tutelage. Of course you enjoyed a reward as well. Just special all the way around. Congrats to Nahum. Sounds like your Grandson did a heck of a job as well. Young eyes...remember when? :shock: CL
Thank you, fellows. I do enjoy seeing the excitement in these young men as they catch the fever. Charlie, I think all of us remember our first big game animal. I can still see the old, abandoned tree stand I climbed down in the Caribou, hear the mule deer grunt as he came in to the doe bleat I was using and witness the excitement as he collapsed after the 250 grain 35 calibre Speer flat nose was driven through his vitals. The smell, the sights and the sounds are indelibly printed in my memory. Unfortunately, I never had the privilege of a mentor. I don't want these lads to have to learn as I did through trial and lots of errors.
I have tried to mentor my (5) children with mixed results. The oldest two boys took to hunting and fishing like ducks to water. The girls folded early on to west coast peer pressure and wanted nothing to do with it. My youngest boy is a mixed bag. His mother fought every effort that I made to culturalise him to be a man. I did teach him to shoot and bought him a shotgun. He shot it once and later moved out for college and now lives in New Yawk!
I wish that I could say that my results were better. However, my spouse had a lot to do with that process.
What a wonderful story and reward for a young man who shows promise as a conscientious hunter! Kudos to you for teaching those young men how to reload, shoot, and care for a kill. Karma blessed you with a short packout! Congratulations!
We did not recover the bullet. Since I wasn't actually skinning and dark was coming on fast, I didn't see it when we peeled the hide off. I actually think it slid back into the mess that was inside the thorax. The lungs were pretty shredded, though the heart was intact.