11-20-2006, 02:32 PM
Well back from camp. The first day 1/2 of us stood on the stands for 4 hours then went and did deer drives while the other half stood the entire time. Turns out not a deer was seen or shot. It wasnt a waste of the day though, because we got some new deer drive areas scouted and found out some virgin country was widely hunted. The next day, we all had it in our heads it was killing time on our 8 scheduled drives. 4 of our drives were 1/2 mile drives through popple slashes. These "hell walks" yeilded nothing but scrtches and bad tempers, so we moved onto the hardwood drives. The next 2 were crap also. The second to last one, Gene, one of the older members in our hunting party of 8, shot a small forker. Then the next drive, I was one of the drivers. I was going over a ridge when I heard the distinct 25-06 "KAWOOM KAWOOM KAWOOM" Getting all excied i hurried up the pace, only to find in front of me a huge 8 pointer 5 minutes later in a heap across the log. I checked it to see if it was still alive. When i poked the eye it blinked, so i had the pleasure of finishing it off with the old .308. What a sucessful weekend.
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