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An alligator hunting moment for the ages

Alligator hunting trip

It was a very warm day in the swamp of south Arkansas. We loaded up the boat and truck and waited for nightfall. As the sun went down, the team and I set out for an alligator hunting adventure we will never forget as long as we live.

So close

We backed the boat into the lily pad infested water and began the search for an incredible species. We passed up multiple nice-sized gators because greed drove us to chase a trophy. As we slowly motored through the lily pads, we spotted a giant.  I will never forget the first time we shined the light and saw the red dots floating on top of the water. We cut off the outboard motor, started the trolling motor, and began the stalk! My heart started throbbing as we inched closer and closer. We were just 15 feet away when he slowly faded away under the murky water. Our hearts sank. We were just seconds away from fighting one of the biggest creatures we had ever seen!


We continued scanning across the surface when he popped back up! The stalk was on for a second round! We trolled after him for what seemed like forever. As soon as we were close enough, we stuck him with the first harpoon. We hung on for dear life as the gator took us everywhere across the bayou. The gator wasn’t tired yet, so we stuck him with two more harpoons to seal the deal.  Now that we had the beast worn down, we slipped a noose around its neck. We grabbed the shotgun and put one in the chamber.  With the squeeze of the trigger, we had ourselves a gator that wouldn’t even fit in the boat with us and had punched the tag of this magnificent creature! We soon realized, with only half of the beast in the boat, that this thing was even bigger than we thought. As soon as we reached land, we heaved the gator out and stretched him as far as we could. When the tape measure hit 12′ 4″, we realized we had an N1 Moment to remember for as long as we live!

– By Hunter Mueller

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First deer moments

It’s in the blood

Hunting is a deep tradition that my father started with me. When my son was born, I hoped that he would have the same passion I did for the outdoors. It didn’t take long to figure out that his passion may be stronger than mine. At age 3, he started going on hunts with me and immediately loved it. The first few trips were short. He, spent more time playing and eating snacks, but always asked questions about hunting.

First Deer: 6 years, 6 points

On an October afternoon in 2014, at the age of 6, his passion came to the forefront when he shot his first deer. It was a 6-point that came into a food plot. I whispered in his ear all the things I had taught him as he prepared to take the shot. He looked up with a nervous look and said, “when he turns like you told me I’m going to shoot him.”  At 50 yards, the buck turned broadside and my son settled in and took the shot. Before I could even process what had happened, he was running out of the hunting blind screaming with excitement about shooting his first deer.

Proud father

I couldn’t quit smiling, and I was crying at the same time. It was the smile on his face and the excitement in his eyes. It was the way he told the story over and over to everyone we called that assured me his love for the outdoors was far greater than I ever anticipated it would be. He has since taken a doe and has caught numerous fish, but that day will forever be etched in his memory, as well as mine.

– By Kevin Cantell

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