PorterHouse
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I do a lot of deer hunting here in Texas. We have a small…less than 100 acre…family place in south Texas that I’ve pretty much hunted every year since I was 5. If you read “…deer hunting in Texas…” and you’re thinking high fences, protein pellets, breeder bucks, etc., this ain’t that.
I killed a doe in October (first deer with my bow) and then I spent nearly all of Thanksgiving week trying to get my 18 year old cousin on a good deer. Long story short, he was too picky, no shots were fired, and no dice for him.
Fast forward a few weeks and I’m headed down there for a long weekend to see my 87 yr. old granddad, who lives out there full time, and hunt with my dad (we always try to get at least one long weekend of hunting in during the rut every December). Antler wise, it’s been arguably the best year I can remember down there, and I was more than happy to hopefully get a shot at one of the good bucks my cousin had passed on a few weeks before.
Dad headed down early Friday morning and after I took care of some things at home, I got on the road with enough time to be able to get down there and do an evening hunt (aka sit…there’s not much hiking to be done through all the cactus and south Texas scrub brush). I’m about an hour out and my phone rings. It’s Dad calling to tell me he has a piece of news I’m going to want to know.
I killed a doe in October (first deer with my bow) and then I spent nearly all of Thanksgiving week trying to get my 18 year old cousin on a good deer. Long story short, he was too picky, no shots were fired, and no dice for him.
Fast forward a few weeks and I’m headed down there for a long weekend to see my 87 yr. old granddad, who lives out there full time, and hunt with my dad (we always try to get at least one long weekend of hunting in during the rut every December). Antler wise, it’s been arguably the best year I can remember down there, and I was more than happy to hopefully get a shot at one of the good bucks my cousin had passed on a few weeks before.
Dad headed down early Friday morning and after I took care of some things at home, I got on the road with enough time to be able to get down there and do an evening hunt (aka sit…there’s not much hiking to be done through all the cactus and south Texas scrub brush). I’m about an hour out and my phone rings. It’s Dad calling to tell me he has a piece of news I’m going to want to know.