Holden was able to take his first deer, a nice doe, Friday afternoon from a ground blind at our property in Hermanville, Ms. He shot her at 30yds with his crossbow. The smile on his face in the pictures says it all. I was fortunate, as his dad, to be sitting in the blind with him and experiencing the excitement. His first statement after releasing the bolt was, 'Dad, I hit her! Dad, she's running away with my arrow in her neck!' We laughed and shared a hug and a high five, as she didn't run very far.
Great trip with the kids on Sunday. Bumped around a wreck 20 miles out and was back at the camp for 10:45. Amazing how slick calm the gulf was only 3 days after a tropical system. Thanks to dad and Lane for helping with the deck duties.
Sunday eve turned out to be an eventful one at our hunting cabin near Hermanville in Claiborne County, Ms. Discussions near an early afternoon fire pit (when it gets below 85 degrees we light a fire, hey, we are from South Louisiana) centered, as they always do, around where to set up for the afternoon hunt, what direction the wind would be blowing, and how much clothes she should bring. The decision was made that my wife would hunt a ground blind we had brushed in about three weeks ago that was set up 50yds from a planted power line on an old, overgrown logging road that the deer were using to get to the plot.
At 4:30pm I started receiving text messages from her. The first was that she let a doe and a set of spotted twins pass at 25yds. The second was that she had seen a doe and a nice buck in the woods, and then a few minutes a frantic text that she spooked that same buck when she took her crossbow off of safety. Fifteen minutes later at 5:15 I got a text that said nice buck in the distance. Then the phone went silent, I answer with no response. A half hour went by and I started to wonder what was going on. Then came the phone call - and I knew exactly what the next line would be when I answered. 'Bae, I just shot,' in a trembling, heavy breathing voice. I had heard this line several times in the past. 'I heard a thump,' she said.
I waited about an hour then went meet her. We saw the lighted nock about 50yds in the woods and approached it. After seeing the green and white fletching covered in deep red blood, we exchanged a few high-fives and started to try and trail the deer. Our teenage boys soon met us after getting down from their stands. We looked, and looked, no blood trail. Knowing from the looks of the blood being so red, I knew the deer was hit a little far back (liver area) and did not want to go too far in the woods. We headed back to the camp to eat dinner.
I made a phone call to my friend Myron Lopez who has a black lab named Deuce, a super tracking dog. Myron explained that he had left his camp to go and hunt with a friend in Tara, but ironically, there was a dog in the area looking for two does for friends of ours that hunt in Carpenter, 10 miles from our camp. Myron said the dog (Cash) belonged to a gentlemen named John Ainsworth and that Cash was just as good if not better than Deuce. John arrived at about 10:15 with our friends Jimmy and Jake Cheramie. After quickly making a plan, we departed camp and headed to the spot where she fired the arrow. When we got to the spot, John gave Cash a few commands and then yelled, 'Hunt him up.' The dog left, we could hear his bell off in the distance. Cash made a few big circles. John said give him a minute to get the excitement out of his system. The dog returned to within a few yards of the arrow. His nose went to the ground, tail went up and he was off. 'Now he's on it,' John said. Looking at the GPS, and walking briskly on the trail the dog took, we followed. Within 10 minutes Cash's bell stopped clattering, John looked down at his handheld and said, 'He found it.' 'What?' I said. 'He found it already?' And sure enough, we walked up on the deer. John arrived first with the rest of us 30yds behind. 'Holy Cow!,' he yelled. We arrived behind and could not believe how big the deer was. The celebration began. Noah called his mom, who was back at the camp and said, 'Mom you killed a thirteen point, It's huge.' She could not believe it, and questioned, 'You sure it's my deer?' We all laughed. It was a great experience.
Special thanks to John, Cash, Jimmy, Jake, and Myron.
Great trip with a great group of kids yesterday. Left the camp at Fourchon for 6:00am and were back on the lift for 10:00am. A big 'thanks' goes out to my dad for tagging along and helping me out.
13yr. old Noah lays a perfect shot to down this 162 inch buck in Catahoula Parish.
Had a great weekend with some long time friends, Chad, Blake, Bennett, my Dad and my wife Monica. The weather was perfect both Saturday and Sunday, giving way to both an offshore trip Saturday and a trip to the jetties in Fourchon on Sunday. Nice fish were caught both days and lots of laughs and good memories shared.
We weren't able to make the youth hunt a couple of weeks ago, so we decided to make this our youth weekend. My wife took a stand with Isaac, I took Maggie and Camryn, and my dad sat with Noah. The kids had their rifles, but no adult brought theirs'. The pictures speak for themselves. You can't imagine the laughter, stories, and shear joy of kids being kids. It was a memorable weekend.
Isaac shot this buck on Sunday afternoon, November 20. It was 81 degrees. We had 6 does eating in the plot, and at 5:15pm this guy stepped out and walked right in. He pierce the heart with his .308. The deer ran only 20yds, flipped head over heels twice and lay there in the plot. It was his first buck.
Maggie shot this 185lb. 7pt. on Sunday, Nov. 20th. The deer walked out at 6:20am, and after a few tense moments with her earmuffs, and a bunch of 'hurry ups' from dad, she made a perfect lung shot with the .243. The deer ran about 30 yards and fell in the creek. It was the first shot she ever took at a deer.
There is really nothing better than to witness the excitement of a youngster in the outdoors.
Took a group of kids snapper fishing this weekend. For most it was their first time offshore. Needless to say, the bite was on. It was a great time for all. Sure was great to watch the little ones battle these fish. Hope to do it again real soon.
It was a great season at The Lodge in Mississippi. Both Noah and Monica killed their first buck and Holden began his 'deer stand' training in order to uphold the family tradition. The facial expressions in the pictures only tell a fraction of the story.
Took a special friend of mine to the lease in Alabama last week. She had never in her life shot a gun of any size. During the Monday morning hunt, we had a crash-course explanation of the how's and where's, but no deer moved. Monday afternoon was the test. This doe came out at 3:55. After a little coaching, a little shaking, a little aiming, and a pull of the trigger, I saw the impact of the 100grain .243 knock the deer in the side. The deer ran into the woods. After reassuring my friend that she had made a good shot and giving each other a couple of high fives, I walked down into the plot to find good blood sign everywhere. I decided to walk back to the stand and sit a while to let the deer rest. Needless to say after a double-lung shot, the deer was an easy find. She's hooked, I think I have a new hunting partner........
Here are a few more pics of the kids....
We loaded the boat with kids and left at 1:00pm on Saturday for a quick snapper trip. We reached our destination about 2:15, and it was on. Bam....all rods bent with giggling and grunting on both sides of the boat. After our 24 snapper, we caught a few hardtail and fished another spot for a couple of hours that yeided 2 amberjack, 1 cobia, and 1 grouper. It was a great time for all.
Ventured offshore Saturday and cleaned up on some easy limits of Amberjack and nice Snapper. Had a Snapper that went 26.9 lbs. The weather was great and the fish cooperated. Plannnig another trip June 27th.
Spent a couple of days with good freinds Eli and Kelly Haydel. We had a great shoot Wednesday morning consisting of 16 greenwing teal, 1 pintail, and 2 specks. Kelly hit the call on a couple of passing specks and they tried to break their necks to see what was up in the marsh below. My buddy Randy and I finished them off at short range.
Eli and Kelly, along with guide Rene Dandry sure showed us great hospitality. Can't wait to get out there again next year.
The ducks don't have to fly in order for it to be a great morning.