Hello all,

My Grandfather, Dad, son and I returned from our annual hunt last night. As usual it was full of fun and laughs. The deer numbers were way down in Montana compared what we have seen in the past. Deer were keying on the agricultural fields and which is typical but the lack of deer on the national forest was surprising. The rut was just starting, but we saw most does still buckless.

The first day we were hunting some ridges above an alfalfa field and my Grandfather spotted a buck. Those 87 year old eyes are still sharp at spotting game. He was a small 4 point with a slightly deformed right base. My Dad tends to shoot the first deer with what he calls the "right plumbing". It was awesome for all of us to be there to call the shot and see the buck drop.





We spotted a buck that was leaving a neighboring property and coming on to a grain field to feed at night. We sat amongst some rocks the first night and saw him travel about halfway to the field before dark until a smaller buck got his attention and stop him. We got up early the next morning to try to catch him at sunrise but he was long gone. The full moon the last several days didn't help. We sat in the same rocks again the next night hoping he would get to the field earlier. The smaller buck showed up with 7 does. They milled around a half mile away in some sage. I thought there was no way they could get to the field before dark and I stood up to check other parts of the field. I gave them one more look and three of the does had broke away and the buck was nose down on one of the does. The does crossed into the field and when the buck jumped the fence I hit him. I was using a 270 with 130 gr. Accubond. He was lazered at 394 yards.



My wife is a teacher so we try to do a couple "educational" things while on hunting trips. My Grandfather had sat down to rest and looked down an saw what looked like a round rock on an ant hill. It was a Indian Trade Bead. We spent 30 minutes and found another 8 of these beads. I would love to know the history of those beads and where they came from or who wore them.





We caught a porcupine in with some cattle and my son loved being part of the hunt.

thanks for shareing a great story.. four generations..the best my family has ever done was three.. my grandsons were too young when my dad passed away to hunt yet..they're makeing up for lost time now though.. Les

Congratulations on a great hunt and what is obviously a fine family. Tell your grandfather that I pray to have eyes like his at 87.

what treasures...
the days and the memories...

Way Cool!!!!!!

Awesome!

I hunted with my father this past week and cherish those hunts more and more. I hope that my sons will want to hunt with us some day too!

Congrats on a fine hunt and a nice buck to boot!!!

Wow. Thanks for sharing your fantastic experience.

-What a treat to hunt with three other generations!?!

You are blessed.

Very, very nice.

Thanks for a great story. Very cool finding those beads!

Thanks for all the kind words!


ddj

You really should frame a picture of the 4 generations together with the buck and give them as presents to the participants of the hunt on Christmas morning. One day they will be worth their weight in gold! Well done.

Awesome!

I enjoy family hunt reports like this more than any other, Thanks for sharing.

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Originally posted by bwanamrm:
You really should frame a picture of the 4 generations together with the buck and give them as presents to the participants of the hunt on Christmas morning. One day they will be worth their weight in gold! Well done.

Thanks. That is a great idea!


ddj