LOWER HOWARD LAKE SPORTSMANS ASSOCIATION
DEER HUNTING 1989
After nine days of hunting this story is told, our hunting tradition
is now six years old. The first weekend group is never the same but
when "Yukon" don't show that's really a shame.
The weather was warm although it rained, snowed and sleeted, but our
deer hunting spirit was never depleted. The poker and drinkin is always
worth mention, but to slay a big buck was our real intention.
For the second time now we don't take a deer, the "killer instinct" was
missing this year! One man hunts un-loaded and one won't shoot a flag
and one guy can't hit the target and all "Rudolph" did was brag !
It took six years of hunting to figure this out, the gun that I hunt
with is jinxed there's no doubt. If you really want shootin and expect
to see deer, don't borrow the weapon you hunt with next year.
Our camp has a friend, a local country bumpkin, he hunts with his wife
known as "The Great Pumpkin" ! He found me one night out having a brew
and said "if you've got the tag, I've got one for you." So in spite of
our luck and gross lack of skill, we've got us a deer without having
to kill !
I know that my sport is not for us all, but a man is a man and this is
his call. But if it were not for us sportsmen and the money we give,
there would be no forest and the game could not live.