I would assume that is very true! Anymore it seems like you need a law degree to sort through Oregon’s regulations related to hunting and fishing!Down on the Hart Mountain refuge. I don't know what "area" it was. Things seemed a whole lot simpler in those days.
We hunted out of the Tepee. The photos don't show it but we hunted the west side of the range. It was a steep 2 mile hike up to a big flat below the rimrock. We were both timber cruisers in those days and spent our working time on what we called "a pleasant stroll through the woods" so we were in excellent shape. On one of the trips, I don't remember which, as I worked my way up the mountain I saw some antlers flash in the sun on the edge of the flat above me. I made a stalk and found the buck grazing along around 50 yds away. I made a heart shot and the buck kicked his heels up above his back and took off like a heart shot deer will do. My partner was coming around a small rise that was between us and when the buck went by in some sagebrush he took a shot at the head which was all he could see and the buck collapsed at the shot. He thought to himself that he'd made one hell of a great shot on a running deer. We both got to the dead buck at the same time and figured out that he'd ran out of gas from the heart shot at the same time my partner had pulled the trigger. The fellow was one of the very few people I've enjoyed hunting with and I wish he was still around.I love those kinda photos. Was the tepee your base camp? A western hunt is on my bucket list.
Great pictures. nice bucks. and the right guns. And ... I love the use of a tipi [teepee]... my kinda hunting. Polecat '' P.S. The guys look pretty cool as wellHere are a couple of photos taken in 1978 and '79 on the Hart Mtn. hunts we made in SE Oregon. I'm on the left in the photo of the two of us along with my late hunting partner. Those were the days!
We hunted out of the Tepee. The photos don't show it but we hunted the west side of the range. It was a steep 2 mile hike up to a big flat below the rimrock. We were both timber cruisers in those days and spent our working time on what we called "a pleasant stroll through the woods" so we were in excellent shape. On one of the trips, I don't remember which, as I worked my way up the mountain I saw some antlers flash in the sun on the edge of the flat above me. I made a stalk and found the buck grazing along around 50 yds away. I made a heart shot and the buck kicked his heels up above his back and took off like a heart shot deer will do. My partner was coming around a small rise that was between us and when the buck went by in some sagebrush he took a shot at the head which was all he could see and the buck collapsed at the shot. He thought to himself that he'd made one hell of a great shot on a running deer. We both got to the dead buck at the same time and figured out that he'd ran out of gas from the heart shot at the same time my partner had pulled the trigger. The fellow was one of the very few people I've enjoyed hunting with and I wish he was still around.
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