Another season is here and just the other day at the shop we were talking hunting stories. One of my buddy's passed a couple three years ago and he always told the best hunting story (and this one is actually true) (and I may have shared it last year)

His dad was in his 80's and had been an avid deer hunter his entire life. he and his brothers paid for his dad to go out west and trophy hunt one last time. The deer were just about trained to show at certain feeders at certain times during the day. It was not much hunting but it was goign to serve the purpose for Mr. Roberts to give it one more whirl.

On cue, the massive buck walked right up to the blind. He raised his shotgun and squeezed one off. The deer dropped dead in its tracks and my buddy said they heard scream for miles. He shot him right in the face/head. Antlers/rack was shattered. His sons were pissed. The owners of the deer camp were pissed. As they grew this trophy buck for just such an occasion.

In soft southern drawl, Mr. Roberts said, "You can boil'em, bake'em, or fry'em and you still can't eat the horns".

Every year this is the first story I think of when hunting season rolls around.

Scott

Him mmmmm, nice

10 hours ago, Scott F. said:

"You can boil'em, bake'em, or fry'em and you still can't eat the horns".

While I won’t pass up a nice rack that’s true. But I’m a meat hunter and not a trophy hunter.

When I was a kid my dad was a hunter. He often brought back deer and tried to convince me it was Rudolph or Bambi, lol. He would process it himself in the garage and kitchen, and send the heads away to a taxidermist (??) which then sent them back and they are still on his wall to this day.