For years I took a five gallon pail with me. It carried my hot seat, thermos, lunch, binoculars ect. When I'd get to where I was hunting it became a seat. So far I've used 6 rifles since November 15. This pm the 275 Rigby comes out again.

56 :eek:

Geeez I've only been on the face of the earth 57 1/2 years :whistle:

I suppose you could say I took to the trees a little later then some . I used to lay between two blow down trees . Dunno if I ever got one at 12 feet but if I haven't I didn't miss it by much .

I really enjoy sitting in a climbing treestand 30-35 feet up . Strapped in etc , I've taken many many naps up that high . I've got 6 or 7 climbers that you'd have to make a concerted effort to fall out of .

In the last 10 years I've gotten to where I like deer hunting/driving with some friends the last 2 or 3 days of the season . That's more of a social thing , although a deer or two are killed some years .

I also occasionally like the pop up covered ground blinds ESPECIALLY if it's raining . Been known to take a nap or two inside one of those things sitting in a bag chair while it's pouring outside .

I've had a copy of Koller's book for over 40 years !

I also like Bryce Towsleys book on the Benoit's all thou there choice of rifles isn't exactly mine .

The nap in the woods while deer hunting has to be one of God's greatest gifts to humankind!

It truly is!!

I woke up one evening after dark after having fallen asleep soon after I sat there at about 2:30 pm. It was snowing pretty good when I sat and when I woke up I had at least 3" of fresh snow blanketing me.





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Never did that ! When I was going to the Blackwster NWR for Sika deer I’d leave home at about 12:30 AM drive the 3 1/2 hours , refuel the truck and be at the refuge gate when they opened usually up the tree and situated by 05:30 . Then I’d nap until close to legal shooting time . Little Sika hooves splash splashing in the water are an excellent alarm clock !

Dean,

Now that's some serious napping. Your story gave me the best chuckle I've had in a while. I kept thinking of another hunter coming upon you half buried in the snow -- it would take a year or two off a guy's life.

I had a buddy with me while Fall turkey hunting a few years ago. We had busted the flock and I was calling them in for us. Unbeknownst to me, he had fallen asleep behind me. Just as I had several of the flock on the edge of shotgun range, he sounded off with one of the most prodigious snores I've ever heard. The turkeys flew off. He never woke up...and later a groundhog came in to investigate his snores. I told him I was going to start using him as a varmint call.

I'm sure you did not snore under your blanket of snow...

I just love that Krag, Frank.