How about sharing a Hunting Memory? It might be something from your younger years or just a few years ago or just yesterday. How about sharing something that made a real impression on you. I will start this off with something of mine. This happened when I was a teen. I think I was about 14. I went hunting with my Grandfather. Now I had been hunting with him before but this was the first deer hunt. It was down in Newton County Texas. It was a cold morning and my Grandfather let me off at a brush pile at the edge of a lease road. He said he would be down a ways and for me to be patient. They were going to turn some dogs lose and he said they would run right by me, so I should get a good shot. Before I had time to ask him when would he be back, he was gone. Off he went rattlin down the road in his jeep. I crawled over into the brushpile and found a spot that was not too uncomfortable. There I sat and waited for daylight. Trying to pass the time, shivering from cold, and looking around trying to imagine a deer coming by me. I must have checked my rifle a dozen time before I heard the first dogs bark. Way off I could hear them. They sounded like they were hot on a deer. Louder and louder they got. Just when I figured they would be within sight of me they turned. Not much but just enough that they would miss my brushpile stand a 100yrds or so. I never got a look at them. They had passed me a little too far to even see them. I kept still thinking that my Grandfather might get a shot and I would hear his rifle any minute. Fainter and fainter the sound of the chase got. Until I could not hear it anymore. So there I sat. My whole day was spent and I did not even see them. Finally around 11 oclock my Grandfather came and picked me up and we headed for our camp. On the way he asked if I had seen the deer. He said he could hear them and thought at first they were going to run it right over me. Then he said it turned and headed his way. He was standing next to a big pine on the side of the lease road and the dogs were pushing the deer right at him. He said that just as the deer was about to break out of cover down from him an old truck came up the road. He said he knew the man driving it. He said the man saw him and stopped right next to him and got out and yelled out to him and slammed his truck door. He yeld "hey Chester, see anything"? He said he could see the deer as it turned and ran the other direction from all the noise. Now you had to know my Grandfather. He was someone that had no trouble speaking his mind and he started in on the man about spooking the deer away. The man was drunk he said. Almost to drunk to stand. He said he was moaning real bad about a bad tooth he had. My Grandfather said let's have a look. He said he took the man back to his jeep and he pulled the tooth with some pliers he had in the floorboard. I looked down and could see the pliers they were fence pliers the kind you see ranchers fixing bob wire fences with. Later that evening the man came by our camp and my Grandfather asked him if he still had that tooth. He said yes and went and got it to show me. He came back with a great big jaw tooth. The ones that have 4 roots on it. I looked at it and you could see hunks of meat and tissue and blood hanging off it. Anyway. That is a morning I will never forget. And I never mentioned to my Grandfather if I had a bad toothache. True story.