I found an old hunting photo album of my dad's and thought I would post a pic of his last deer.
It was back in 1989 and he shot a doe. We had LAMPS permits back then. It was the only way we could shoot doe.
I was with him when he did. We were walking down an old logging road on our deer lease when we spotted her.
It's the same deer lease I'm on now.

Greatness!

Cool pic! Tell me about the gun?!?!?

Good stuff.

Neat picture.

Been there with my Dad on his last hunt and last deer. Great memories from those old pics.

Neat photo. My dad hunted with a Savage 99 also.

Savage .300 mag lever action. My brother currently has it.

Awesome photo and a great memory.

Awesome photo

Great picture!

Classic memory

Great picture and I hunt with same gun

I would try to get that from your brother, its a keeper. My brother sold all the family guns.

Awesome.

Those were times that cannot be replaced. glad you got the photo and thanks for sharing.

Very cool pic

Love that .300 Savage 99, that is like the one I have.

Lost my Dad right before Thanksgiving this year, here were two of his last South Texas bucks taken from the past 2-3 years.

yep, my dad raised me taking me hunting and later in life I got to return the favor by taking him the last 10 or so years ... the last deer season he was alive, 2004. Great memories and I wouldn't trade those for anything! Trying to do the same with my son and will likely do so with my grandchildren as long as I am able.

Nice memories right there. I'll never forget my Dad's last deer either. I spent the last few years hunting with him in the same blind, just like I started. They were some of the most memorable hunts of my life - even though the deer were not huge. His last deer was his best and most memorable for many reasons. Though I grew up in Victoria and Dad was friends with Pat Welder and hunted on his land many times, with the opportunity to shoot anything - he always chose a meat animal, never horns.

Our last hunt was together on our lease in DeWitt county in 2000. A nice 8 point comes out and Dad shoots - but the deer just stands still. Dad shot again, and again the deer just stood there. On the 3rd shot he flinched and ran. He jumped the creek and Dad finally dropped him with the 4th shot. Understand Dad had never needed more than one shot in his life. That pre-Garcia Sako Finnbear .270 had always been deadly. It was a combination of the onset of tremors, buck fever, but mostly he found out later it was because his scope had come loose and he could turn the damn thing with his hand. That poor buck had been hit 4 times. It had a hole thru each ear, one in the belly, and the last one high in the back that dropped him.

Dad had it mounted, Mom still hangs Christmas ornaments from the holes in his ears each year

When Dad quit hunting, I did too. It took me 7 years to come to my senses and get back in the woods with my son and start the cycle over again.

Earl