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Howdy, first I would like to introduce you to "Tuffy" and "Trouble" two of my Rhode Island Black Powder Bucks.
If you look close "Tuffy" has a hole in his left ear that a 12ga. slug fits perfectly. It was healed and must of happened the year before.
I wanted to make this Page to show that the Disabled can still Hunt and enjoy the "woods" as I do. I am a Paraplegic, and have Hunted from a wheelchair for 25 years now.
When I became a Paraplegic, the one thing that bothered me the most was not being able to hunt again. I soon learned that the obstacles that lay before me could be overcome, with a little help from Family and friends. It did not take long for me to knock down those obstacles.
Along the way I have met a lot of good people, and have many fond memories. I want to tell you about what I have been able to do, and tell you about a few other Disabled Hunters that I know. It is my hope, that if you know some one that is Disabled and thinks they can not get out and Hunt, well this might show them the way.
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I always loved the woods, as far back as I can remember, that's where I wanted to be. The things I have seen in my childhood, still are fresh in my mind. Exploring the Vermont woods, I have been privileged to have seen things, unfortunately most people never see today. My legs took me to many wonderful places, and let me see things I will never forget. Beavers at play and at work, Otters always at play, Fisher Cats always hunting, and that majestic animal, the Whitetail. Whitetails, as a kid I would sometimes find them in my travels, through the woods and staying down wind, quietly I would follow them watching them intently, until the wind betrayed me. I have seen them in, curious, playful, and serious situations. I didn't know it then, but they would come to mean much more. They would help me to "Heal" and get my life back on track.
When you sit, someone down and say to them, they can never stand on their two legs again and walk. It's a hell of a thing to go through. To make matters worse, I was in rehab when Hunting season came around that year. I've never been more at peace with myself than when I was in the woods. I knew getting back there was the only thing that would get my life back on track. It wasn't long after I came home that I met another "Para." He continued to Hunt and do pretty much what he wanted to do. So it was time to think about all the obstacles that lay before me, and how to overcome them. In doing so it was the first step to Independence.
My following pages below to "Swamp Rat" and "Makin Meat" will contain pic's that some non hunters may not like. So you are warned. Unless you are a Hunter or have no problem with Hunting, please go no further than this page.
Someday I'd like to have a Jigsaw Puzzle made of this pic.
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"chasse's story here"
"Chasse" My best friend for eleven years. Born February 19, 1998, died December 29, 2009. The above picture is my favorite of all. She was three and over looking my cousins baby playing on the floor during a 4th of July get together in the Adirondacks.