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Those of you who know this story, be quiet, I want to tell it.
I have been hunting with the Rackmaster for about 21 years now. I could not kill a buck with him for 18 years though. I was his lucky rabbits foot, and he was my black cloud. Every time we would hunt together he would be covered up with deer. I couldn't buy a deer. Without him, I would stack them up. With him, NOTHING! I love him, but it was starting to piss me off. Luckily for him the curse was lifted October 23 2008. I never would want to hurt him, but he was forcing my hand.
Anyway, that evening we were hunting together at one of our N.J. spots. I was already upset thinking of how he would probably shoot something, and my fuse was short. I don't remember what my climbing treestand said to set me off, but we had it out. I grabbed it off the back of my truck and threw it into the woods. The Rackmaster was just looking at me like I was a dumbass, in a gloating "I'm gonna' shoot a deer" kind of way. When the temper tantrum was over, we headed in.
I found a great tree to do some calling from. It was right on the edge of a steep drop off. Any deer that responded to my calls would have to walk passed me to see over the lip.
The Rackmaster picked a treestand 45 yards away?
Whatever. After the woods had settled down for about half an hour, I started grunting and rattling. It was only a moment before I could hear the deer coming. The buck came crashing down the hill, hooking branches the whole way. At maybe fifty yards I can finally see the headgear. Shooter! I look over at Rackmaster, and he is waving frantically "Good Buck!"
Duh! I know! I see him,too. We are sitting right next to each other!
When this guy stepped into a clearing, I hit full draw. WHACKK! The death scramble was on. I watched him pile up thirty yards later, and the treestand dancing was on.
Next thing I know, The Rackmaster is at the base of my tree telling me he thinks the hit was bad. How bad could it have been? The deer is laying right there. He says "I don't know, it looked bad to me." Some pal, huh? We grabbed the deer, a couple of beers, and took a few pictures. Now he says that he knew all along that deer didn't stand a chance.
The curse has been lifted.
Rackmaster, I love you brother.

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The Pennsyltucky Hillbilly
Flying the camo flag
Your friend,
Port

I believe you actually referred to me as shleprock. A black cloud indeed! The aforementioned story is indeed true and I will say that the prehunt activity was hilarious. Lets just put it this way

Treestand- 1
Port- 0

hahaha after that little tirade Port truly and magnificantly redeemed himself. I will admit this, that dude can call in a deer like I have never seen. He has called in many deer over the years but that night you could not have scripted it better. It was amazing to watch and he closed the deal when the time presented itself. Now, in my defense, from my vantage point the shot did not look good. Indeed, upon furthur investigation it was a tough shot at best but we are talking about Port here.Of course he whacked him!

Port+ slick trick razorhead- 1
deer- 0

hahaha DEAD DEER

The curse has indeed been lifted and I cant remember a time when I was happier to see my friend harvest a beautiful deer. I will always remember that night with a smile. For various reasons of course....

I love you too man....All I can say is IT'S ON

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death from above

While reading your response I nearly got a tear in my eye, but then I sneezed and farted at the same time, almost completely turning myself inside out, and the moment was gone.
I disagree as to the score though. I believe the treestand has learned it's lesson, and I'm not expecting any trouble from it this year.
As for the shot, I took what I was offered. I had to show you his heart just to prove my angle was righteous. That Slick Trick did make a neat hole though.
And you're right.
IT'S ON!
Four weeks and counting.

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The Pennsyltucky Hillbilly
Flying the camo flag
Your friend,
Port