WHITETAIL LEDGER

In the Neale family, there are just a few holidays that matter: Resurrection Sunday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the Opening Weekend of Whitetail Firearm Season. It is time with my family and time in the woods that I have come to cherish. Read more here…

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hitetail hunting is where it all began for me. Hunter’s Education at the VFW and my first stay at deer camp with the men in the family. My first year I put down a button buck while my dad snoozed on a bed of dead oak leaves. While I haven’t killed a deer every year, I’ve never missed a season.

Date Method Deer Seen Deer Shot Deer Retrieved Sex Yield
11/2/2019 Archery 3 0 0 n/a n/a
11/16/2019 Rifle 1 0 0 n/a n/a
11/17/2019 Rifle 8 0 0 n/a n/a
11/19/2019 Rifle 2 0 0 n/a n/a
11/26/2019 Rifle 5 1 1 F 464 oz
Totals 19 1 1 464 oz
Date Weather Temperature Start of Hunt Miles in Travel Time Hunting Total Time Yield/Time
11/2/2019 Fair 36 F 7:09 AM 24 1:25:00 2:05:00 n/a
11/16/2019 Fair 56 F 6:29 AM 77 7:36:00 8:57:00 n/a
11/17/2019 Cloudy 53 F 6:28 AM 77 7:12:00 8:33:00 n/a
11/19/2019 Fair 51 F 2:05 PM 24 3:22:00 3:42:00 n/a
11/26/2019 Rainy 64 F 11:56 AM 121 4:09:00 8:13:00 .94oz/Min
Ancillary
Totals 323 23:44:00 31:30:00 .25oz/Min
Ancillary

Date Location Ownership Shots Fired Ammunition Cost Other Cost Total Cost Cost/Yield
11/2/2019 Greene County Private 1 $0.00 $6.60 $6.60 n/a
11/16/2019 St. Clair County Private 0 $0.00 $44.66 $44.66 n/a
11/17/2019 St. Clair County Private 0 $0.00 $44.66 $44.66 n/a
11/19/2019 Greene County Private 0 $0.00 $13.20 $13.20 n/a
11/26/2019 Christian County Private 1 $2.26 $2.15 $4.41
Ancillary 3 $6.78 $41 $47.78 n/a
Totals $9.04 $152.27 $161.31

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The Duck Hunt

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ust as it is true that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord,” it is also true that “to be present in the duck blind is to be absent from your family.” In large part, the choice to chase waterfowl – I mean really get after it – is a choice to be gone, to miss some milestones. I’m as guilty of it as anyone. This last season I crossed multiple states, invested hundreds of hours, and spent hundreds if not thousands of dollars in search of greenheads and honkers. I’ve missed out on more walks to school, more nights in bed next to my wife, and more of my children’s firsts than I care to count.

I Came Here to Have Fun

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am thankful there is no barrier to the outdoors apart from desire. If I were measured against any other benchmark, I would come up short. I am no great hunter. I’m not a giant in the field of conservation. I can’t track the faintest blood trail or find the smallest sign. I can’t make the longest shot. I can’t sound the most realistic call or train the best retriever…but I can want it. I can desire to be outside in the woods. I can day dream about about sitting in a duck marsh while I’m sitting at my desk avoiding work. I can ache with a desire from the very core of my being to escape to the wild places and fortunately for me, that’s all she asks.

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