Are you really donating enough labor to keep the farm in the black? That must be an incredible amount of hours.I got a heartbreak this week. Been waiting to walk the neighbor’s property for my big 4 antlered deer. It’s where I found one of his sheds last year. I went Wednesday and had a few glasses of bourbon with him and eventually asked to walk it as a formality. He said no.I walked it for 23 years while his dad owned it. He passed and I walked it last year with permission from the son. Now it’s a no… And with how cocky he was when he said it? Likely the last time we speak as friends. We have helped keep their farm afloat with free labor for decades. All in exchange for a little access (fishing and shed hunting only). We’ll see how long it takes to be up for sale without our help. On the way out he asked if I could help him burn this spring. Needless to say it felt good to say no. And walk out… End of an era again…
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Are you really donating enough labor to keep the farm in the black? That must be an incredible amount of hours.
I'm guessing someone else wanted the shed hunting, maybe they are paying for the privilege? It sucks, but money talks.
Found one today on a run. I'll include the matched set I've already posted. Both with a hunting pic or two I'd taken this season. Cool to find antlers of deer you have history with!
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When the dad was in his final years, the son and grandson were nowhere to be found. While it might be a stretch to say we kept them in the black, we shared a bull with him and the agreement was to alternate the purchase each time. We bought the bull the last three times because he couldn’t float it. We fixed fence because he couldn’t. We fed when he was in the hospital. We fed after he passed for months before the grandson finally showed up to do it. There was no communication after he passed and dad fed the cows without a peep from the family. They literally never showed up. I’m not sure what would have happened to them if he hadn’t as it was December and it had to be done. It sucks because the dad was a GREAT man.
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Just not shooters yet. I had them both in bow range this season, sure fun to have deer like that under your stand!That's a sweet lookin buck Cat! Not a shooter or just couldn't get on him?
Dang, that sucks.When the dad was in his final years, the son and grandson were nowhere to be found. While it might be a stretch to say we kept them in the black, we shared a bull with him and the agreement was to alternate the purchase each time. We bought the bull the last three times because he couldn’t float it. We fixed fence because he couldn’t. We fed when he was in the hospital. We fed after he passed for months before the grandson finally showed up to do it. There was no communication after he passed and dad fed the cows without a peep from the family. They literally never showed up. I’m not sure what would have happened to them if he hadn’t as it was December and it had to be done. It sucks because the dad was a GREAT man.
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That really sucks. Are the son or grandson avid hunters or shed hunters?I got a heartbreak this week. Been waiting to walk the neighbor’s property for my big 4 antlered deer. It’s where I found one of his sheds last year. I went Wednesday and had a few glasses of bourbon with him and eventually asked to walk it as a formality. He said no.I walked it for 23 years while his dad owned it. He passed and I walked it last year with permission from the son. Now it’s a no… And with how cocky he was when he said it? Likely the last time we speak as friends. We have helped keep their farm afloat with free labor for decades. All in exchange for a little access (fishing and shed hunting only). We’ll see how long it takes to be up for sale without our help. On the way out he asked if I could help him burn this spring. Needless to say it felt good to say no. And walk out… End of an era again…
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When the dad was in his final years, the son and grandson were nowhere to be found. While it might be a stretch to say we kept them in the black, we shared a bull with him and the agreement was to alternate the purchase each time. We bought the bull the last three times because he couldn’t float it. We fixed fence because he couldn’t. We fed when he was in the hospital. We fed after he passed for months before the grandson finally showed up to do it. There was no communication after he passed and dad fed the cows without a peep from the family. They literally never showed up. I’m not sure what would have happened to them if he hadn’t as it was December and it had to be done. It sucks because the dad was a GREAT man.
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Slammer set! Bummer on the deadheads. At least you found them and don't have to wonder...The good, the bad, and the ugly