It’s time for a change in hunting

It’s time for a change in hunting

Fishing and Hunting Southeast Texas

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. For the last several years I have been doing just exactly that. Hunting the Sabine River bottoms below Bon Weir, Texas has been part of my life. I grew up hunting there as a kid following my dad and my uncles through the woods tripping on limbs and struggling over logs and wading through the mud with just my tennis shoes (We never had enough money for me to have rubber boots). When I was old enough, about twelve or so I had to carry the squirrels for the men while they hunted behind some of the finest squirrel dogs on the planet. As the non-shooter I was always given the job of the vine shaker when a squirrel was treed and hid up a tall tree full of big vines. When you shake a vine there is always going to be trash falling from above and occasionally, I had to dodge a falling limb. I suppose that I was the expendable member of the team. Many life lessons were learned on those hunts, for instance, how to not complain when you were cold and your feet got wet, or not to talk over the men when they were speaking. During those early years I learned how to hunt deer with dogs, how to hunt them at night with a head light.

 

 

 

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