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<blockquote data-quote="fairchaser" data-source="post: 5820707" data-attributes="member: 10373"><p>My most memorable hunt was a nightmare! It changed me so much, I didn't hunt for over 10 years. </p><p></p><p>My step dad didn't hunt but my brother did and he took me once on public land during archery season. I saw a doe and was hooked! Unfortunately, he joined the marines and went off to boot camp. I was 16 and wanted to hunt. So I recruited his friend who had gotten out of the marines after a stent. I figured he was woods savvy. That was my mistake. </p><p></p><p>Together we took off to hunt on public land in my step dads pickup that was two wheel drive. Before daylight we crept down these winding dirt rutted out trails to get to our spot. This was before the weather channel, internet or cell phones and as soon as we parked, the bottom fell out. It rained solid for several hours and then turned cold. Wearing nothing but cotton, I was wet and freezing. I didn't know what hypothermia was but was sure I was well on my way. No food, no map, no sense and certainly no help from my 21 year old marine vet, we were lost and hopelessly stuck with no way to get out of the woods. </p><p></p><p>Fortunately for us we found another group of hunters willing to help us. They tried to pull us out to no avail. Then they offered to take us back to Memphis but they wanted to hunt till dark. So we stayed and after walking for what seemed like hours, we almost got left behind but got a ride home. For 53 miles I sat in the bed of a pickup, with wet cotton clothes in 40 degrees. Hungry, wet and exhausted. But that's not the end of this story. We went back the next day to retrieve my dads pickup truck! </p><p></p><p>We found a farmer willing to take his tractor down these muddy trails and pull out a couple of knuckleheads who had no business driving back that far. </p><p></p><p>That day I vowed to never deer hunt again! Thankfully that changed but I needed to grow up first.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="fairchaser, post: 5820707, member: 10373"] My most memorable hunt was a nightmare! It changed me so much, I didn’t hunt for over 10 years. My step dad didn’t hunt but my brother did and he took me once on public land during archery season. I saw a doe and was hooked! Unfortunately, he joined the marines and went off to boot camp. I was 16 and wanted to hunt. So I recruited his friend who had gotten out of the marines after a stent. I figured he was woods savvy. That was my mistake. Together we took off to hunt on public land in my step dads pickup that was two wheel drive. Before daylight we crept down these winding dirt rutted out trails to get to our spot. This was before the weather channel, internet or cell phones and as soon as we parked, the bottom fell out. It rained solid for several hours and then turned cold. Wearing nothing but cotton, I was wet and freezing. I didn’t know what hypothermia was but was sure I was well on my way. No food, no map, no sense and certainly no help from my 21 year old marine vet, we were lost and hopelessly stuck with no way to get out of the woods. Fortunately for us we found another group of hunters willing to help us. They tried to pull us out to no avail. Then they offered to take us back to Memphis but they wanted to hunt till dark. So we stayed and after walking for what seemed like hours, we almost got left behind but got a ride home. For 53 miles I sat in the bed of a pickup, with wet cotton clothes in 40 degrees. Hungry, wet and exhausted. But that’s not the end of this story. We went back the next day to retrieve my dads pickup truck! We found a farmer willing to take his tractor down these muddy trails and pull out a couple of knuckleheads who had no business driving back that far. That day I vowed to never deer hunt again! Thankfully that changed but I needed to grow up first. [/QUOTE]
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