Posted December 18, 2015 6:00 pm by Comments

By Tom in Oregon

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While recovering from shoulder surgery, I was getting pretty grumpy sitting at home with a hunting license, deer and elk tags yearning to be filled. I had drawn a deer tag for a very coveted area here. It’s 98% private land. Fortunately though, I have permission from many of the farmers around Grass Valley, Oregon to hunt. This is the area I didn’t draw last year, but accompanied my friends on their harvest of several deer . . .

It was three generations, hunting on a fifth-generation wheat farmer’s land. (I did come away with some of the jerky)

The last day of this year’s deer season dawned with a work crew paving my driveway. As I watched the guys work, I got a call from my buddy Sean. He had the day off and would be willing to drive me the two hours in hopes of bagging a buck to partially re-stock my freezer. I had two elk steaks left that I was saving up for an all-natural Thanksgiving dinner.

Still having my arm in a sling, I semi-jumped at the opportunity, making several trips from the shop to Sean’s rig, throwing in my day pack and my loaded .308 FN PBR. …Read the Rest

Source:: Truth About Guns

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