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    Ole Club Foot
    Ole Club Foot
    Ole Club Foot
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    Ole Club Foot

    By Ann Woelke and Pat Jordan

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    Ole Club Foot was born with a deformity in one foot, so running away from trouble was not an option. He learned different and better ways to survive. He grew a huge body and a world class rack. He became king of his domain. Hunters were saying that he was one of those unkillable bucks.

    Bruce Turner learned as a young hunter how to use all his senses to a high degree to make him a hunter above everyone else. It was said that he could track down anything and kill any buck he went after, but it will take all of Bruces skills and knowledge to kill a buck as wise as Ole Club Foot. Bruce was at home in the woods where he never expected to find a beautiful girl in the woods with his same interest, but when he saves her life, she misunderstands and turns away from him. Would he ever get a chance to win her back? Bruce, the girl, and Ole Club Foots lives get intertwined and reach an exciting climax that you dont want to miss.

    Pat Jordan, the author of Ole Club Foot, has spent 45 years chasing whitetails in Northern Michigan. A lot of the material he writes about in this book was taken from personal experience or from those hes hunted with.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 3, 2012
    ISBN9781468572391
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      Book preview

      Ole Club Foot - Ann Woelke

      OLE CLUB FOOT

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      Pat Jordan

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      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

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      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2012 Pat Jordan. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 03/27/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-7238-4 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-7237-7 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-7239-1 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012905361

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      Bruce, up on the hill, was anxiously waiting. Instead of his trusted open sighted 30-30, he had a .308 with a four power scope for longer range shooting. He was watching intently at that open ground between the cedar trees and the brush that was at the edge of the east ravine. He knew that ninety feet wasn’t going to give him a lot of time to shoot at a running deer but he had confidence that he could do the job.

      Then he saw Clubber appear at the edge of the cedars and as he raised his rifle the buck stepped forward… .

      To the loving memory of my mom and dad who taught me the love of the land and the enjoyment

      of hunting this great animal.

      CHAPTER 1

      Bruce Turner was waiting for the buck he hoped would come. He had been scouting this buck all fall long and he knew where it bedded down. He didn’t want to hunt close to its bed for fear of spooking him out of the area or turning him nocturnal. It was early in the pre-rut; the buck had been checking his scrape line and making a rub-line that Bruce used to locate where the buck’s core area was. There was a mixture of mature hard wood with brush and tall marsh grass. He was standing on a fallen tree that was half of a big maple, the other half of the tree had fallen the opposite way leaving a five-foot sliver of the tree still standing. This sliver was big enough to help conceal Bruce’s form. The fallen trees both extending in opposite directions, allowed Bruce to look over the tall grass and walk quietly on the trunk of the trees to get closer to the buck. There were two nice trails on each end of the fallen trees. He was pretty sure the buck used one of the trails to come from his bedding area. The gentle breeze was in his face. All he had left to do was stand there and wait.

      Waiting was what he had been doing all of his life. Being that he was only 15, it wasn’t all that long. His friends had to ask him, What are you waiting for. They had all killed small bucks and they teased Bruce because he couldn’t kill a buck. But Bruce said that he wasn’t going to kill a small buck. He wanted a buck that would score at least 125 Boone and Crocket points. This area of the state was well known for producing big bucks. But a buck that would score 125 points was not easy to come by. The area had good farm crops with abundant forests and a huge track of state land covering 80 square miles. The climate was warm with barely any snow during deer season.

      His friends thought he was a little weird because of all the time he spent in the woods and the time he spent practicing with the bow. While his friends went to football games he was perfecting his accuracy until he could place arrow after arrow in a two-inch circle at twenty-five yards. His parents teased that he was born in the wrong century and that he would have made a great mountain man. Bruce knew the woods well including some of the state land. He also knew the score’s of all the top ten typical and non-typical Boone and Crocket bucks in the record book by heart. He knew the stats of these bucks as kids his age knew the stats of baseball and football stars. He could tell you the inside spread and length of the main beams on all of the top bucks. He knew where they were killed and by what method. He didn’t do many of the things that a normal kid of his age would do, like going to dances or sporting events. He was a loner and he liked it that way, he was quiet and shy around most people, especially girls.

      He didn’t participate in any sports although he did lift weights at home. Even in that he would do weird exercises along with a full body work out. Some of the strange exercises that he did had to do with balance, like one-legged squats. He could do thirty at a time with one leg, then thirty with the other. He had just recently added weight to this exercise. He would also put a foot up on a three-foot platform and with strength and balance he could raise himself up on the platform without using any other body part. He felt this was important for hunting because sometimes a hunter needed to get up on a stump or log using minimal movement. He would practice standing on one foot, then on the other, almost like a gymnast does on a balance beam. His thought was that while stalking an animal, a hunter would have to stop with one foot in the air, frozen in position, until the animal looked away.

      He knew all the bird and animal sounds and could mimic most of them. He learned to make all the grunts and bleats that deer make with his mouth, including the snort grunt, wheeze sound a buck makes when challenging another buck.

      His senses were far keener than most people, partly due to the fact that he was half Indian. His mother was full Cheyenne. His sense of smell was unique and very sensitive from using it all the time. He always checked the wind direction even when he wasn’t hunting. His ancestors had developed their senses out of necessity just to stay alive. As modern man, we have kind of lost these abilities, due to lack of use. Bruce’s senses were developed to a high degree just from constantly using them.

      Now his senses were on full alert as he waited for the buck to come. Oh how he enjoyed the beauty of the woods. The trees so straight and tall, as they raced skyward for the sunlight, the marsh grass as it swayed with the breeze, how he saw God’s wondrous hands in all things. For his relationship with God was strong and alive. He loved to talk to God while he waited and took in the beauty of nature around him.

      He heard a slight rustling of leaves coming from the direction where he expected the buck to come from. He couldn’t see what was making the noise because there was a thick patch of brush and small trees in a low area that had been burnt over by a muck fire some years back. Now the odor of a buck freshening his scrape came to his nose. His heart began to pound as he thought of the buck he had seen earlier.

      He had sat up in a tree stand overlooking the area before season had started about 200 yards away. He had a good set of binoculars and he watched this buck come from the burning. That’s what they nicknamed the burnt area at home. He watched this buck for quite some time and he was able to estimate the score of the buck since he knew the scoring system by heart. He could see that the buck was a ten pointer.

      Bruce always wore a calculator watch, so he just estimated the inside spread at 18 inches and main beams at 24 inches times two, add the forty eight onto the 18, then add the tine lengths, plus 8 circumference measurements to get roughly his score. Bruce used to do this all the time with pictures of bucks in books and magazines that had the actual score next to the picture. He could usually come within five points of the score. He estimated that this buck would score right around 140 points. That was well within his self-imposed limit of 125 points for a bow, which he was hunting with now, or 140 points with a gun. It would be great to get a buck that would make the Pope and Young record book for his first buck. The buck has to net score 125 points just to qualify for the Pope and Young record book.

      Bruce was intently watching the area from which he heard the rustling noise. Then he heard a twig snap closer to him, this made him more excited so he had to calm himself down by breathing through his nose and out through his mouth. Then he caught a glimpse of gray moving through the marsh grass to his right. The deer stopped and raised his head. There were those magnificent horns; this was the same buck he had seen earlier. Now he must plan his move as the buck came down the trail. Bruce bent over and silently moved down the tree trunk, when the buck stopped he stopped. His form was covered by the high grass. This move took him within 20 yards of the trail. He could see the buck was nearing an opening. When the buck’s head went behind a tree,

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