Places to hunt

Funny how a person can remember their very first hunting trip, as I do. This was in 1984. I was framing houses in Red Oak with these guys that lived in Paris, Larry and Clayton, it was the Friday of the opening weekend of gun season and Larry invited me to go hunting with him and I told him that I didn't know how to hunt nor did I have a gun, he told me to borrow a gun buy a license and he would do the rest.

Larry's uncle owned 50 acre's next to Lake Pat Mayse. Friday night when we rolled through Paris I got a box of Popeye's chicken and a few other things and we camped at the 50 acre's sleeping in trucks and under the stars, we awoke to cold dreary morning . I got my gun and Larry put me next to a tree 10 minutes walk from camp and I sat there for about a hour,freezing my but off only seeing a small doe. I somehow made it back to camp and was sitting eating cold chicken around the campfire when I hear a shot and just knew it was Larry, well it turned out that it was. It was at that moment when the shot went off that hunting became part of my soul, and it has since become a passion of mine.

We never did find the deer that Larry had shot, evidently someone else had seen him and the deer and watched as we looked and left to regroup because when we searched again all we found was a warm gut pile.