In 1955 the first year we were at the 4K ranch, Dad decided it was time for me to shoot my first deer. So he gets out his 30-06 and a 218 Bee rifle of Frank Book's. We spent the evening re-oiling the rifles and getting ready for the big hunt. The next morning, at dawn, we go down into the fishtail creek bottom land beyond the beaver dams below the ranch buildings. I have the 218 Bee with scope and Pop has his 30-06. We wait and we wait. Finally, two bucks walk out from the woods across the clearing from us. A two point and a five point. They stood about 15 feet apart about a hundred yards away as I recall. So Dad whispers to me, "you take the two point and I'll take the five point. Shoot on the count of 3". I nod OK. So l...2...3... two instaneous booms. The two point falls to the ground - deader'n rattlesnake. The five point bounds off into the woods. Without missing a beat my Dad turns to me and says with a smile, "I shot your's for you son.". Vintage Dad!!!
I know the photo isn't "of" a deer. It's a moose that Leonard, Paul, and I saw in BC on our first fishing trip to Fernie many years ago. He posed for us. Actually, I think he was telling us he wasn't afraid of us!!
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