2017 Vermont Rifle Season – Big Buck!

2017 Vermont Rifle Season – Big Buck!

As much as I’d dreamed of joining the coveted 200 pound buck club, I’m not sure I can say with confidence that I thought I’d ever be fortunate enough to become a member. I have intentionally hunted areas in Vermont and New Hampshire that have the potential to produce that caliber of a buck but hadn’t had any luck to date. This can be blamed on many factors, with myself being the biggest one of all. That all changed on opening day of the 2017 Vermont rifle season.

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4PT16.15 – Thoughts My Wife Has Had Since Rifle Season Ended

4PT16.15 – Thoughts My Wife Has Had Since Rifle Season Ended

Vermont rifle season ended yesterday and I wasn't the only one that had thoughts running through my mind. My wife did too. I was able to glean a few of the thoughts she had shortly after the season ended to share with you.  Her thoughts are italicized, semi-audible mumblings under her breath are in bold, and clearly audible statements are in all caps and bold.

“Should I hug him or give him space?”

“Why does he just stare at the wall with a blank look on his face?”

“Did he just hug his rifle?”

"He did. He just hugged his rifle. You have got to be kidding me."

“Are those tears? OMG!”

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4PT16.14 – Dad’s Vermont Buck

4PT16.14 – Dad’s Vermont Buck

Have you ever shot a deer and wondered where it came from or what it was doing before it showed up at your stand? I know I have. Maybe it’s the never ending drive to understand these creatures and what makes them tick. The way I see it, the more I can learn about the game I’m after, the better my odds of success on future hunts. In the case of my dad’s Vermont Rifle buck, I had the unique experience of knowing exactly what his deer was up to during the last hour and a half of his existence. Why? Because I was following him, that’s why!

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4PT16.14 – Keep Believing

4PT16.14 – Keep Believing

It’s been a tough week. My wife left me and took my son with her (just for a few days), and every other hunter in Vermont has killed a deer while I impatiently wait for my turn. I’ve seen some real beauties posted on Facebook since the Saturday opener. I’ve even seen some pictures of nice bucks too!

Tonight I finished off the last of my frozen pizza while I tried to rethink my strategy for the season. The pizza was so good I had to convince myself it wasn’t delivery! Tomorrow I’ll probably buy another one. I need to do something to survive….my venison procurement this fall has been minimal. If I was living 200 years ago, I believe I’d be a vegetarian. Not by choice, mind you.

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