My Dad and he was the greatest deer hunter I ever knew or was around. He could walk through the Texas brush quieter and with more stealth than anyone I ever saw. He was a great shot and had great intuition when it came to deer hunting. At least 3 times in his life, while hunting on marginal leases, he was the only man to kill a buck. One of those leases had 8 other hunters on it. He introduced me to hunting in 1957 when I was 6-7 years old. We hunted a beautiful place he had between Mason and Fredricksburg at a little place called Doss. We parked the old jeep one evening and walked up a long fence line that paralled a county road. I thought we went a half mile but it was probably only a couple of hundred yards. We climbed into a large oak tree and it began to mist ever so lightly...just enough to get your eyebrows wet. Close to dark he turned and motioned for me to be quiet. I realized he was fixing to shoot so I began to watch. He placed his old sporterized Enfield 30-06 on a limb that stretched out in front of him. As he fired, fire shot out of his barrel at least a foot. It was almost dark when we climbed down and we began to walk till we came across a beautiful young, fat spike buck. In later years, Dad would say, that was the longest shot he ever made. He died 5 years ago on the opening day of deer season. So, because of him I've been hunting now 60 years. Thank you Dad. powdr
