The Bartree had a few Bucks hiding around the place so some friends finally talked Larry into letting them come up and hunt some deer. His friends get up to the Bartree and start pulling out gear. Larry looks over at me and tells me the deer maybe in trouble. I just laughed.
They are 
getting ready and go so far as to spray deer scent all over and tell us all about how they love to hunt first light, so we all call it a night. They get up at like 4 or 4:30am, get all there gear on, load up the truck and drive further back on the property. As we watch them go, Larry and I bust out with laughter. The deer know what time of year it is and when they started that truck, every deer for miles around just bolted across the river or some place.
They came back about 9 or 10 and told us the winds are working against them. That night, about sunset, they took off to go hunt, started the truck, and drove back to the great hunt. No deer that night. They gave up, called it a trip and took off for home that night.
The next morning Larry and I walk back to the back barn to feed the horse and see the deer around the back barn.
That was the one and only hunt on the Bartree by any one but Larry.
Contributed by Curtis Dalton
