11-yr old bags rare albino deer
- Thread starter Sirhornsalot
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In that case, all bets are off!"Now, imagine the deer was brown."
My Dad was the ultimate sportsman. He didn't believe in hunting doe, 'calling up fish long distance', or anything that gave the hunter what he perceived as an unreasonable advantage. He didn't care for going to the snapper banks for the same reason, no sport. He would take Kingfish or Marlin any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
He would tell tall tales about lining up birds during the depression and shooting multiples with one 22 shell. I am certain that he did it, the numbers that fell at one time were probably exaggerated, but he was a great shot. My brother is better. He considers a rest for his rifle an unfair advantage, and he just shoulders the rifle, aims, and fires. On a bet from Dad, he once dropped one at over 300 yards from the back of a truck. Y'all probably do that, but I wouldn't even be able to see it.
The point is sportsmanship. He believed you tracked everything you shot because the meat should not be wasted. I was not allowed to hunt until my aim was good enough to drop a deer in its tracks. He, like others here, believed that you hunted to eat, not just for trophies.
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