Last Hunt

If for what ever reason you only had 1 more hunt you were able to go on. What would the details of it be? Where, When, Weapon, and with who?


You may surprise yourself with your answers. Mine didnt match up with my normal hunting routine. Things that normally seem important arent even a factor.

Good question for sure.... Gonna need some time to think about that one.

I would have to go back to the ways I learned how to hunt, And do one last Rabbit Hunt with my father and our beagle(old timer) with shot gun in hand. we would hunt on the land just behind the house I grew up in. tons of rabbits there.

Even tho I dont hunt Rabbits anymore my answer did not suprise me at all

Easy for me too. A deer hunt in Park County Indiana with my dad. It would be the rut and we'd be using bows. Oh and sleeping at my cousins in their garage like we did when I was a teenager

A Moose hunt in Alaska with my dad, and with the bow. Roughing it like we did when we hunted together when i was a kid.

Some great post above. Certainly something about running out of time that helps a person put in perspective whats really important to you.


Probably like most of you I take my whitetail hunting very serious. So serious it has taken me out of my element often. I find myself at times spinning, twisting and bending deer hunting in so many different directions in an attempt to be successful.

For more than 15 years I have got into my pickup and driven 4 1/2 hours to an area in middle Tn that is known for big bucks. Fairly level ground, agriculture and big timber. Last year made that drive 15 times. Don't get me wrong I do love hunting this place obviously and its some beautiful country but, the big buck potential in a way sometimes makes me go a little crazy and lose sight of what it really is that I truly love about hunting.

If it were my last hunt I would choose to stay here in east Tn more specifically up here on the mountain a deep hardwood hollow surrounded by 100s of acres of pines that I found 25 years ago called Stinging Fork. Something about that spot, maybe the pines are like a wall that kept the outside world out. No engine noises, no car horns, and most of all no cell signal. Id take a lunch in from a mom and pop store just down the road. I'm thinking Id have them cut a thick slice of bologna and tomato a couple onion circles and some mayo on white bread with a moon-pie for dessert! My old marlin 30-30 would be slung across the right shoulder of my son. We would hunt from daylight til dark all the time enjoying ALL that nature had to offer. The whistle of a cool breeze through the pines, the creek winding its way through the mountain rock and laurel the covers the bottom of that hollow, a chipmunk rustling in the leaves and killing a deer would at most be an afterthought.

TRR wrote:

Some great post above. Certainly something about running out of time that helps a person put in perspective whats really important to you.


Probably like most of you I take my whitetail hunting very serious. So serious it has taken me out of my element often. I find myself at times spinning, twisting and bending deer hunting in so many different directions in an attempt to be successful.

For more than 15 years I have got into my pickup and driven 4 1/2 hours to an area in middle Tn that is known for big bucks. Fairly level ground, agriculture and big timber. Last year made that drive 15 times. Don't get me wrong I do love hunting this place obviously and its some beautiful country but, the big buck potential in a way sometimes makes me go a little crazy and lose sight of what it really is that I truly love about hunting.

If it were my last hunt I would choose to stay here in east Tn more specifically up here on the mountain a deep hardwood hollow surrounded by 100s of acres of pines that I found 25 years ago called Stinging Fork. Something about that spot, maybe the pines are like a wall that kept the outside world out. No engine noises, no car horns, and most of all no cell signal. Id take a lunch in from a mom and pop store just down the road. I'm thinking Id have them cut a thick slice of bologna and tomato a couple onion circles and some mayo on white bread with a moon-pie for dessert! My old marlin 30-30 would be slung across the right shoulder of my son. We would hunt from daylight til dark all the time enjoying ALL that nature had to offer. The whistle of a cool breeze through the pines, the creek winding its way through the mountain rock and laurel the covers the bottom of that hollow, a chipmunk rustling in the leaves and killing a deer would at most be an afterthought.

Great write up, TRR. Thanks for taking us all along on your adenture.

For sure.

great post

I would say In my favorite stand on our farm with my dad just like when I killed my first deer but this time with a bow and CA would have to be there to run the camera.