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Post by wiscwhip on Oct 1, 2018 19:16:00 GMT -6
I kin member deer camps when we was kinda like the Yoopers. I'm pretty sure we provided the material for them songs. Them was the best camps ever.....and were lucky we is alive today. Whut happens in deer camp....stays in deer camp.  . It's all over now.   |
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Post by Sandbur on Oct 1, 2018 19:26:58 GMT -6
My mother and aunt deer hunted. My Aunt would get very excited about deer season. My wife and one daughter still deer hunt. This daughter says deer season is the one thing she likes about fall. I enjoy hunting with them and wish more women would get involved. My wife and I also bear hunted. BC, before children. Her bear was ten years older than my bear and much bigger. She has also killed the second heaviest buck in our family. You are shouldering a lot of the problem Art. Way to go. Not a problem and I wish more women would hunt. By the way, my wife and daughter help bone and vacuum pack the meat, also. I also quit hunting with a group that was drinking while hunting. One guy was not using good judgement and I was done with them. One of my only two cousins was killed in a hunting accident. |
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Post by kooch on Oct 1, 2018 19:45:24 GMT -6
My wife is a cold blooded deer killer. No shit. I'm glad she likes hunting.
Edit - I'm the queer vote. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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Post by Catscratch on Oct 1, 2018 19:49:50 GMT -6
My wife has zero interest in killing a deer or sitting in the cold. She will dove hunt because she gets to shoot a lot.
Around here guys buy their wife's tags and then fill them. Illegal but common since we are a one buck state. I know a few women who hunt but not a lot.
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Oct 1, 2018 20:27:23 GMT -6
I had the Cuda disrupt Hunting camp to where she may not be asked back. When I told the guys all the 3 year old piss was scrubbed from the toilet, the stove had all pizza disasters cleaned out of it from the last 300 pizza's, we now have new fresh sheets on the beds and the porn magazines are now missing, they damn near started a civil war with me!
Woman out!!!! Except my daughter, she hunts like a man! LOL!
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Post by sd51555 on Oct 1, 2018 20:50:02 GMT -6
I kin member deer camps when we was kinda like the Yoopers. I'm pretty sure we provided the material for them songs. Them was the best camps ever.....and were lucky we is alive today. Whut happens in deer camp....stays in deer camp. . It's all over now.  Now who can argue with that? I think we’re all in debt to Foggy Johnson, for clearly stating what needed to be said. Not only was it authentic Jackpine jibberish, it expressed a courage not seen this day in age. |
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Post by Sandbur on Oct 2, 2018 3:28:09 GMT -6
As I grew up and even now, our homes are pretty much our hunting camps. Women are around and I grew up in zone 1 where season lasted 16 days. Women were involved in the hunt in some way, if only the evening meal and listening to the stories. But as I say, the women were involved in our neighborhood.
By Aunt and Uncle had a similarly aged couple living across the country road. The neighbors wife was a tracker that was better than my Dad. There were few deer in the woods and when a track was found, she would track them out... on leaves, not snow.
My Dad once tracked one out to me on leaves and then asked me why I didn’t shoot. I told him it was a pig and the closest guy with hogs was over a mile away. Dad said he knew something was wrong as the steps in the leaves were too close together.
JPS country for sure.
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Post by westbranch on Oct 2, 2018 8:19:00 GMT -6
As I grew up and even now, our homes are pretty much our hunting camps. Women are around and I grew up in zone 1 where season lasted 16 days. Women were involved in the hunt in some way, if only the evening meal and listening to the stories. But as I say, the women were involved in our neighborhood. By Aunt and Uncle had a similarly aged couple living across the country road. The neighbors wife was a tracker that was better than my Dad. There were few deer in the woods and when a track was found, she would track them out... on leaves, not snow. My Dad once tracked one out to me on leaves and then asked me why I didn’t shoot. I told him it was a pig and the closest guy with hogs was over a mile away. Dad said he knew something was wrong as the steps in the leaves were too close together. JPS country for sure. Deer camps with no women at them were all the rich 612ers and city slickers wearing fanny packs. |
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Post by kooch on Oct 2, 2018 8:43:39 GMT -6
"612ers" That's funny. I'm a 952er. I don't wear sitka gear or anything like that though....
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Post by sd51555 on Oct 2, 2018 8:59:18 GMT -6
There's not the heart and soul in deer camp like there used to be. I remember as a kid the old guys would get shitfaced on crown, yet still be able to talk and tell stories. The kids would hang around and eat wild game snacks and listen to the stories. We'd do it all in the garage, and the women stayed in the house cause the boys were excited to hunt and too much to be around.
Later in life, there's not as much tradition. I'll give the baby boomers credit, they knew how to throw a deer camp gathering.
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Post by Satchmo on Oct 2, 2018 9:20:11 GMT -6
My wife used to come sit with me opening morning of the WI rifle season back when her Grandma was alive on the farm. Never hunted though. What do you mean "knew" how SD? Slide down to Nimrod, and I'll show you a camp that still has the 3 wise men in it and a designated beer trough for after hours bullshitting.
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Post by jbird on Oct 2, 2018 9:34:08 GMT -6
I have no reason to think the introduction of women into the sport has anything to do with it. The decline in our sport is due to the aging population and the decline in the rural lifestyle and rural mentality. As our population continues to shift to cities and urban areas....our society becomes more and more liberalized and more and more dependent on these man made support systems.
Hunting isn't about everybody getting a trophy!
Our society is in big trouble because not enough people hunt! Hunting teaches you many things about life......
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Post by sd51555 on Oct 2, 2018 9:37:52 GMT -6
My wife used to come sit with me opening morning of the WI rifle season back when her Grandma was alive on the farm. Never hunted though. What do you mean "knew" how SD? Slide down to Nimrod, and I'll show you a camp that still has the 3 wise men in it and a designated beer trough for after hours bullshitting. I think it was the pre-internet/pre-cable tv and pre-electricity guys that knew how to tell a story. Most of the first old guys I hunted with are dead now. Guys my age have their own kids but don't bring them just yet. Before there were garage TVs and unlimited phone stimulation, the only thing you had to entertain you was bullshitting with one another and a mountain of booze. And there was an art form to having said conversation. Them old farts would tell stories of seasons past where they were shooting at moose out of an airplane, or the neighbors getting so drunk they'd flop out of the stand and lay on the ground passed out and unharmed, gun stabbed into the ground. Or stories about the biggest damn deer they'd ever seen, the most outrageous ideas they've tried to get at big bucks, pranks they played on one another that almost led to a divorce. Fun one, my uncle (dead now) was great friends with a guy. They hunted and fished all over north america for 20 years. One of those trips, my uncle's buddy stuffed some stripper's underwear into my uncles's bag before they went home. My aunt got so mad at my uncle that the other guy had to go over to their house and admit it was a joke he was playing on my uncle to stave off said divorce. Them same wise-asses had me believing Montana had rocky mountain barking spiders that crawled into your sleeping bag at night, and would climb up on your chest and bark at you before they bit you. |
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Post by Foggy on Oct 2, 2018 9:42:41 GMT -6
There's not the heart and soul in deer camp like there used to be. I remember as a kid the old guys would get shitfaced on crown, yet still be able to talk and tell stories. The kids would hang around and eat wild game snacks and listen to the stories. We'd do it all in the garage, and the women stayed in the house cause the boys were excited to hunt and too much to be around. Later in life, there's not as much tradition. I'll give the baby boomers credit, they knew how to throw a deer camp gathering. Those deer camps in the 60's and 70's were sure allot of fun. We didn't have very good guns or equipment.....and there were not very many deer in those times......and less deer were killed. If you could hit a paper plate at 50 yards....you were considered "sighted in". Coming from southern MN......we'd take off on a week-long camping trip in the cold northland (near Mora back in those times).....all of us were young, stupid, and looking forward to the party. It really was similar to those Youper songs. Not much for tech gear......5 buckle overshoes, long johns, a Jon'e hand warmer, and some boards to build a "stand" in the woods the day before the hunt. Froze our assess off. I remember the zipper on my sleeping bag freezing to the frost on the wall from all the moisture in our camper. I was on the top bunk....and had to get up to pee in the middle of the night. After getting the zipper free.....I had to move three guys that were sleeping on cots in the middle of the isle to get outside. Lots of stories and memories from those camps........fun times / few deer. ^ Edit.....and we ALWAYS had that one guy that would bring a pair of women's underwear to put into somebody's sleeping bag before heading home. Same gags in every camp I suppose. |
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Post by MN Slick on Oct 2, 2018 11:29:24 GMT -6
I got remarried 10 years ago and my wife had zero interest in hunting. Then she sat with me 1 time we had 4 or 5 bucks come by and they displayed more deer behavior than 99% of guys will ever see especially in MN ( cheap shot). They scraped, sparred, rubbed, postured, snort wheezed. Unreal evening. After they action died down she turned to me and said she wanted to bow hunt. Uh oh!! She started in 2010 and killed a nice 2 year old eight pointer the first year. Failed to get off a shot or missed in 2011 and 2012 then came 2013. She was only planning to hunt the early season but I killed one 11/10 so I told her to come down and I’d film her. That did not go well. She is afraid of portables so we were forced to hunt a ladder stand that was not trimmed out because she refused to come down and do the work. I didn’t clean it out because she wasn’t even planning on hunting the rut. Anyway, after seeing 2 or 3 bucks a 130” eight goes right past the tree totally screened by brush, no shot. A few more bucks seen and I decided to move us to a great all day set. As soon as we get in there bucks all over. I bet we didn’t go an hour without seeing one the rest of the morning and right through the day including a mid 150’s. Multiple times we had 2 year olds in range that I urged her to shoot but she waved me off. Truly and absolutely epic day in the woods. Deer literally all day including a giant. On our way out I said excitedly, “ if the wind stays the same we are going to do the same exact thing”. Her reply “I’m not going back to those stands, we didn’t have enough action and a lot of the bucks weren’t in range”. I literally snapped and went off saying “that was the best day I’ve ever had in the timber which was true at that time. You have no idea how good you have it down here. You’ve hunted 4 years and you are totally spoiled. I saw 2 deer my first year of hunting, none the next 2 years, and took 7 years to kill one with a bow, etc etc. etc”. Just lost it.
And that folks was the last year she deer hunted. However, she has intended to get back into the last 2 years so we’ll see what happens. I did tell her I'd lighten up a bit but wow did she get spoiled.
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. It's all over now. 
