Thanks Dad, and a Wall Hanger to End it All...

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I'm now 40-years old and I've been hunting a family farm since I've been a teenager fresh out of hunter's safety classes. Hunting is a family tradition for us. Our hunting party consists of cousins and close family friends. Over the years I have watched many of them bag the big whitetail wall hanger you dream of. Of course I can't complain and have done well on the family farm myself. My hunt last year was featured in a few magazines and online journals; showcasing five mature bucks I was able to harvest for our hunting party of nine. Even so, my deer hunts have never produced the whitetail of my dreams... the big one for the wall.

This year half of our hunting land sold off and developed into a golf course/ housing development. I guess you can't stop urban sprawl and it has finally caught up to our land. This year there was talk amongst our hunting party that this could possibly be the last hunt due to the continued developments. After 25 years of memories you can now see the end of an era of great hunting and family memories coming to an end. I couldn't help but feel sad that similar hunting experiences won't be there for future generations to enjoy. Hunting is much more than killing deer, it's a family reunion filled and playful competition over who can get shoot the big one and childhood memories.

Living in California now makes it difficult for me to return to my boyhood home of Minnesota, but this is one hunt, I knew I had to make. After all, this could be the year... what if I'm the one who bags the wall hanger of my dreams! What if this is the last hunt? I returned and the weather was ideal, I didn't have to fight the bitter cold that sometimes makes your teach chatter and I saw more deer each day than I ever remember seeing. I enjoyed the familiar noises and sights of pasts, squirrels sounding like approaching deer as they dig through the brown leaves on the ground and the wild turkeys walking past my stand each morning. Many memories of the past hunts raced through my head each day I walked through the woods to my stand. Day after day I waited patiently for the buck of my dreams enjoying the beauty of it all. Nearing the end of this hunting season and possibly the end of an era, I actually became to come to terms with the reality that I may not knock down a big buck. With only two-days left in the season and just when I became to accept that fact I may never get one for the wall, the buck of my childhood dreams popped his head out of the thick river woods. He came quietly at dusk to scent the does feeding in the open field on the clover. Wow, I thought to myself this buck is nice! He had plenty of rack over the ears and a old white face showing his age. As he took a step cautiously into the open clover field only 60 yards away I raised my gun. I didn't take time to count the points or give him a chance to scent me. After 25 years of hunting I was sure this was the one, Mr. Wall Hanger! I put my sites on him and squeezed the trigger, the 'Ol Boy fell immediately in his tracks. I could see him lay there from my stand and waited a moment to make sure he was down for good. I couldn't hold my composure and used my cell phone as to report back to the house what I was sure was a trophy. I knew it was the one I had hoped for 20-years and dreamed of since a kid. I thought to myself, now I can leave this wonderful experience with a memory I take with me and hang on my wall. I'll have something keep the memories alive and tell the next generation about. This is the way it should end, your biggest buck at the end! Still not knowing how many points this buck was I finally composed myself to approach what I hoped would be at least a 10 pointer for my mantle. With each step I was more and more assured this is my dream buck. As I walked within arms reach I saw a "drop tine", I thought all right… a drop tine buck! No one has shot a drop tine on the farm ever. Than as I grabbed hold of his massive rack and pulled the one side out of the mud, I saw how nice this boy really was. Yippee, a 13-point double drop tine buck! This is the one I had dreamt of year-after-year since I was a boy hunting with that single shot 12-gauge. Wow what a way to end it all, a trophy of a lifetime and a wall-hanger to remember it all... keeping the memories alive forever! Thanks dad for the experience...


ManOfTheFall's picture

Excellent!!! Great buck!!!

Excellent!!! Great buck!!!

numbnutz's picture

I love that rack, alos those

I love that rack, alos those droppers

groundhog's picture


Yep thats a wall hanger!