eaglemountainman
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I consider myself a Northeastern stillhunter and snow tracker of whitetails, first and foremost. I learned from my dad and grandpa starting at the age of six or so.
In my 20s, 30s and 40s, my buddies and I did a lot of backpack hunts deep in the Adirondacks, the Poconos and the North Woods of Maine, along with an occasional DIY in Colorado or New Mexico
These days, my packs only get used as day packs. I'd have to have a really good reason to spike out anymore...like being up to my eyeballs in moose meat six miles from camp as the sun sets in Newfoundland. And I don't care if I have to make an extra trip or even two...I'm not hauling any meat loads heavier than 60# or so.
Since I retired and now have the means, I've been doing a private ranch muley or pronghorn hunt out of a cozy lodge in Wyoming for the last 4 years. There's definitely something to be said for a couple of cocktails and a BS session with other hunters while waiting for a nice hot meal to hit the table. Then a hot shower and a good nights sleep in a cozy bed.
But my first love has always been, and always will be, the 4-5 straight weeks I spend at my club camp/cabin on a hill in the NY Catskills chasing deer and taking dad's and gramp's Rem 760s and Marlins for a walk in the woods.
In my 20s, 30s and 40s, my buddies and I did a lot of backpack hunts deep in the Adirondacks, the Poconos and the North Woods of Maine, along with an occasional DIY in Colorado or New Mexico
These days, my packs only get used as day packs. I'd have to have a really good reason to spike out anymore...like being up to my eyeballs in moose meat six miles from camp as the sun sets in Newfoundland. And I don't care if I have to make an extra trip or even two...I'm not hauling any meat loads heavier than 60# or so.
Since I retired and now have the means, I've been doing a private ranch muley or pronghorn hunt out of a cozy lodge in Wyoming for the last 4 years. There's definitely something to be said for a couple of cocktails and a BS session with other hunters while waiting for a nice hot meal to hit the table. Then a hot shower and a good nights sleep in a cozy bed.
But my first love has always been, and always will be, the 4-5 straight weeks I spend at my club camp/cabin on a hill in the NY Catskills chasing deer and taking dad's and gramp's Rem 760s and Marlins for a walk in the woods.
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