Back in 1963, my dad asked if I wanted to go deer hunting in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (what we locals call the U.P.). We had no tent, no camper and no cabin, although we did have a horse truck, and we converted it into a deer camp.
I was 17, and I had no deer rifle. I couldn’t afford a deer rifle as I had no job. Helping care for 60 horses at my family’s ranch was my job, but it did not pay well. I went into Postema’s Hardware in New Era, Mich., and inquired about a deer rifle. Henry Postema handed me an 8mm Mauser (German) rifle, which I could rent or buy: $1 per day to rent for the season and $14 more if I wanted to purchase it, for a total of $30. My initial look of skepticism about the efficacy of the rifle must have been noticed by Henry, as he added, “Jim, it’s been through a war!” It had no scope, some rust, and it was a little beat up, but it was beautiful! I hunted with that rifle for many years.
Life got busy after that hunt, with two years of junior college, a tour of duty in Vietnam, marriage and kids, so I never had the chance to get back to the U.P. much.
Fast forward 61 years. For a few years now I have been thinking about returning to the spot where I took my first whitetail buck. My son Matt asked me to do some tree work in Door County, Wisc., so I thought I would take the S.S. Badger ferry across Lake Michigan to meet him, then drive back home through the U.P. over Labor Day weekend. On my way back home, I found the area where we camped on the Sturgeon River. I climbed some hills and searched for the tree that I sat against so long ago. I found “the spot” and the saddle on the ridge between two swamps. The tree is now quite a bit wider, but so am I. I sat down and leaned back on the big tree, and it felt good.
I remembered the foggy morning when the 4-point came sneaking through without a sound. The front sight on my rifle covered his chest. The safety was loud, and he may have heard it, as he stopped and looked my way. It’s now or never, I thought. I was calm, but the rifle was a little nervous! Things worked out and he dropped in his tracks. My first deer hunt lasted 30 minutes. I clamped my metal tag on his antler. After field-dressing him, I started dragging him, even though he outweighed me by quite a bit.
I now have a new spot, not so far to walk to and not so far to drag a deer back from. It’s called my “back 40,” but that’s another story.
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