The first year that mom and dad went deer hunting with Timmy and me My Uncle Dutch had an old barn. We cleaned out one of the stalls, hung tarps around it. Uncle Dutch had an old king heater that we used for heat and built wooden shelves to put our coleman stove and store our supplies on. We brought in lawn chairs and old chaise lounges to sleep on at night There was always a pot of stew on the stove. Uncle Dutch and Aunt
Lattie Mae would watch out their windows and when we came in from hunting, they would come out and eat with us and dad and Uncle Dutch would tell stories until late into the night. They would tell stories about seeing the first biplane, grandma hiring an old hobo to scream like a mountain lion and Uncle Harm getting in a nest of copperheads and getting bit or the best stories of all, helping grandpa making his moonshine (for medicinal purposes only). Their lifetime of experiences was actually history in the making.
Deer Camp 1984
This was a special year for me because my mom and dad were going deer hunting with me. A few weeks before deer season started I was going to my Uncle Dutch’s to cut his firewood and check out the deer movements. Every morning about 7:30 a big doe crossed the field in front of my deer stand. The first morning of deer season, I took mom and dad to my stand at the end of the field. The field was about 40 yards wide and 1/4 mile long. The stand had a 10ft wooden ladder up to the platform, I waited for them to both climb up into the stand and then I walked on down the ridge about 100 yards. As the morning light began to shine, I kept checking my watch to see the time. 7:30 became 8:00 and still no deer had crossed the field. Half hour later, I heard mom shouting “Look, look a buck”. Then dad said, “shoot it, shoot it”. Mom said, “it is too far” and dad said “shoot anyway”. Then I hear a bang, bang and bang as mom’s 16 gauge shotgun rang out. Mom said again,” it’s too far”, and dad said, “here use my 12 gauge shotgun”. Two more shots rang out and I hear mom say,” I got it, I got it”. As soon as I heard that I started back up to the field. As soon as I got to the edge of field, mom was already field- dressing the deer. I walked up to help her and dad had already left to go get the truck. When I first walked up I asked mom where was the deer when she was shooting at it and she said right here. Then I asked, “where is the bullet hole?” She says, “I don’t know, I think I scared it to death”. That’s when I noticed the distance back to the deer stand so I began stepping it off and it was 160 steps. We continued to look for the bullet hole in the deer, but found no visible bullet hole. Finally I took the head of the deer and opened the mouth. There in the back of the throat was the shotgun slug embedded in the spinal cord. She shot the deer from a 10 ft. high stand, at 160 steps and hit it in the mouth killing her first deer, a 10 point buck.