castnblast
January 24, 2007, 12:40 PM
I'm going to add to this post as time goes, and as others share their stories. As some of you know, my father passed away suddenly on December 2, 2006 at age of 63. Too young, and too many hunting trips left undone. If you are a father, I hope you take this to heart and spend time in the field with your childeren...Boys AND Girls...I've been meaning to do this, and so I thought I'd start this thread with my dad's favorite story...he had many, and I'll post them as others do. My first deer, and the deer my uncle shot prior to my first deer gave him a grin from ear to ear...I'll start this with my first deer...I'll post the other later...
It was New years day, 1982. I was 9 years old, and had recieved my first shotgun for my birthday in August of the same season. The day was much like today, rainy, cold, (by S. TX Standards...in the lower 40s, w/ fog, mist, and rain...) Last day of the Tx. hunting season. We were the only ones hunting that evening, so we had our lease to ourselves. A huge 10 pointer showed up a long ways down the scendero we were hunting. It had a limp, but never stood still to give dad a good shot. As we sat, a couple of does came out on the other side. The were crossing, and never gave him a shot either. As time passed, a small spike/forky came out of no where. I was sitting on my dad's lap watching the deer. As it began to feed in the food plot (oats) we had planted, I got the brilliant idea to ask dad if I could shoot it. He grinned ear to ear and whispered, if you think you can get a good aim on him, I'll let you! (I had shot rabbits w/ his 22 prior, so I "knew" how to shoot a rifle...) I couldn't see the deer from the blind in my seat, so I asked him if I could sit on his lap. Teaching me proper gun safety, he took the rifle, set it aside, and got me situated. He then handed me the 270, and said put it right on his shoulder. I flipped the gun off safety, and let it roar...the deer took 10 steps tops, and dropped by a dead mequite tree. I cycled another round, but the deer was down, but I was ready for another shot! My dad said "YOU GOT EM!, now put the gun on safety, and take the rounds out of the magazine", so I did, and then he took the gun, and removed the round I chambered, prior to exiting the blind, making sure I understood why he was doing what he did.
I still remember that like it was yesterday...I've killed lots of deer since then, on average, 3 per year, but that hunt sticks out like no others. The lessons I learned in the woods, and having him just be dad, and a role model have stuck with me for a lifetime. Dad loved telling everyone about the first deer I shot off his lap w/ his Rem. 270 700 BDL. There were others with that gun. There were bow hunts later in life I'll also share. But this was the story he loved to tell, so this is the first I'll share.
Thanks for reading,
Kevin Kieschnick, aka, CastnBlast...
It was New years day, 1982. I was 9 years old, and had recieved my first shotgun for my birthday in August of the same season. The day was much like today, rainy, cold, (by S. TX Standards...in the lower 40s, w/ fog, mist, and rain...) Last day of the Tx. hunting season. We were the only ones hunting that evening, so we had our lease to ourselves. A huge 10 pointer showed up a long ways down the scendero we were hunting. It had a limp, but never stood still to give dad a good shot. As we sat, a couple of does came out on the other side. The were crossing, and never gave him a shot either. As time passed, a small spike/forky came out of no where. I was sitting on my dad's lap watching the deer. As it began to feed in the food plot (oats) we had planted, I got the brilliant idea to ask dad if I could shoot it. He grinned ear to ear and whispered, if you think you can get a good aim on him, I'll let you! (I had shot rabbits w/ his 22 prior, so I "knew" how to shoot a rifle...) I couldn't see the deer from the blind in my seat, so I asked him if I could sit on his lap. Teaching me proper gun safety, he took the rifle, set it aside, and got me situated. He then handed me the 270, and said put it right on his shoulder. I flipped the gun off safety, and let it roar...the deer took 10 steps tops, and dropped by a dead mequite tree. I cycled another round, but the deer was down, but I was ready for another shot! My dad said "YOU GOT EM!, now put the gun on safety, and take the rounds out of the magazine", so I did, and then he took the gun, and removed the round I chambered, prior to exiting the blind, making sure I understood why he was doing what he did.
I still remember that like it was yesterday...I've killed lots of deer since then, on average, 3 per year, but that hunt sticks out like no others. The lessons I learned in the woods, and having him just be dad, and a role model have stuck with me for a lifetime. Dad loved telling everyone about the first deer I shot off his lap w/ his Rem. 270 700 BDL. There were others with that gun. There were bow hunts later in life I'll also share. But this was the story he loved to tell, so this is the first I'll share.
Thanks for reading,
Kevin Kieschnick, aka, CastnBlast...