Age: Not as young as I once was.
Name: Never over the internet
Most memorable moment: Second year of deer hunting. I was sitting on the ground in a hedgerow that normally saw a lot of deer activity. Around 10 a.m. a doe comes running through the cut beanfield in front of me at about 30 yards. I run out into the field hoping to get a shot at her as she crossed a waterway about 100 yards down the slope from where I was sitting. I pat myself on the back as I think to dial up my scope to 9X to be sure to get a good shot. As she slows and I try to get her in my scope I hear this sound behind me like horses running.
I pull the gun down, turn around and see three bucks come to a stop no more than five yards away from me. They were like cars putting on their brakes, heads down, rears up, screeching to a stop. One would have run directly over me. So now I have three bucks staring at me, each split about three yards apart from one another and about five yards away from me - and all I can think is pick the one with the biggest antlers.
They start slowly walking past me and I pick one out and get my scope on him, as it's now on 9X all I can see is hair. So I bring the rifle down, dial the scope down, put the scope back up and on the deer, still nothing but hair, he's that close. So I take my shot. Boom! I then watch as all three bucks run off across the field, across the road, and into some timber. I look for blood, hair, anything. Can't find a clue that I hit him. My brother comes over, he can't find anything. I spend a good hour. I come back the next day. Nothing. I track where the deer went into the woods, still nothing.
I now tell this story, but rather than missing, the bullet explodes on impact as it hits the deer and doesn't penetrate at all so I didn't really miss.
Moral of this story: if you see a doe running during the rut, wait for the bucks as they may soon be following.
It is a memory I will never forget and a story I tell often.
“There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.”