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Oct 11, 2024, 6:41 PM

My Pop was a "real" hunter.

My Pop grew up as a hunter as that was needed to help feed the family. He had lots of brothers and sisters, all were salt of the Earth folks with solid values. Not a one of them fell short in life. All those boys could hunt and fish as it was important. I learned from the best.
My uncles were all expert as to hunting. fishing, and guns. It was the "best generation".

Pop later worked in the Mill to feed me, but missed the outdoors he grew up in. He raised bird dogs, and his hobby was hunting Quail. As a tyke we would let the dogs (Toby and Dan) run as we walked for hours through the brambles (often he had to carry me over them). My Chihuahua (Sandy) went sometimes - she had to be carried a lot but was feisty and loved hunting.

The big deal was training the dogs to "locate" and then remain motionless until we arrived. Pop would walk forward, the birds would fly. Your heartbeat would be off the chart. Mom would cook the Quail as she also grew in the woods and was an expert chef.

Pop knew all the fields/woods/people and was welcome everywhere. This time of year in the back of his mind he would be also be looking for the perfect Christmas tree as we walked for hours.
He was an excellent shot as in his youth missing might mean no supper. I too became expert with rifle and shotgun, but early on Pop saw I was not going to shoot a critter. He and all who went with us were OK with that. Often the DeWitt's and the McWaters boys were with us. They taught me in the fields and later protected me as a teen in the pool hall. I had so many great mentors, most kin are surprised at how poorly I turned out.

Baiting a field and sitting in a tree stand or around a baited Dove field with a glass of Chardonnay or cold beer as you wait to murder a deer is not hunting.
That is not hunting.
Hell, I can sit here in my porch chair and murder deer, and turkey, and squirrels, and Doves everyday, but why would I?
Pop would never allow something like that.

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My Dad also taught me about hunting everything from rabbits, squirrel and quail but he was not a deer hunter. He grew up in a family of share croppers and used to hunt with an elderly black man, also a share cropper, who taught him a lot about hunting. I have hunted about everything in the woods in Upstate SC and I've shot and field dressed deer but I made a decision to stop "killing" deer, but not hunting deer as long as I had a good job and could afford groceries. I used to say I was going hunting but just went in the woods and watched the deer and other animals walk by.

I could and still can tell you where the deer concentrate from my home area to the SC/GA and SC/NC state lines. I used to to tell people where they were and even take them to have an excuse to go camping, but not anymore. Camping you say? Well it was required when you have to hike miles to the places and if you're lucky enough to shoot a deer, there's not enough time to hike in, shoot it, field dress it, cut it up and pack it out in one day.

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Hunted 1 time with a group..bringing up the rear I saw a rabbit

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If you ever flushed a covey behind a locked down pointer or setter...and YOU

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