Them deer hunting nights did u ever find any arrowheads on the king ranch just asking cause im a outlaw hunter aint now better thrill to me then night hunting & my bucket lists before i go is to night hunt a few off the famous king ranch & Kennedy ranch
@@beforethestoriesarelost I have watched hours of podcast with you and Charles and I’m a deer hunter from East Tennessee, I can’t get enough of you’re stories and I have also shared your stories with all my hunting buddies and keep em coming!!! I’d love to sit around a campfire with you and Charlie!!!
Hell, I would love to hear some of your stories. There just ain't nobody like Charlie, and after 45 years hearing his stories, he can come up with one I haven't heard.
i"m from kingsville and everything you said about our way of life of hunting for meat was true back then. some of them deer just had bigger racks than others who were we to judge if we took some the better bucks. i knew fred and brian back then when rhey would come over to my place just west of ricardo and dove hunt the high fence that bordered our land next to the ranch. of course i had to help the ranch on their over population of white tail bucks back in those days. lol
I shoot a lot of coyotes at night. It is a real bitch judging distance especially running a red light. Makes their eyes glow the size of golfballs and seem much closer.
I used to be an outlaw hunter back in the 70s till the law changed to a felony myself. Only used rifles and shotguns. Used to go down the roads and let em have it for the meat, and if it had horns, it just makes it easier to load up. One night right after dark, my friend in crime shot a big doe, so I thought because I didn't see any horns. He was a 22 inch monster ten point well over 200 pounds, and his balls were so big, no one could hold em in one hand. The crazy thing about it was that I couldn't see no horns because he had a very dark brown rack that was almost black. My friend, big G could see this deers rack in the scope as the deer was chasing 7 does. Big G died a long time ago and that deer was acclaimed by his dad to be the biggest dam deer he'd ever seen, and he shot more dam deer than anybody I've ever known with the liquor control board top dog back in the 50s and 60s with an old Mauser 270. Them was the good old days.
@beforethestoriesarelost I've got some doozies to tell, my late brother in law shot a doe with a 22 and it buckled. After we threw it in the back of his pickup, and we're going 70 down the hiway, that damn thing stood up and was watching the traffic coming the other way until we got home to my place in the country, and as soon as I stopped, that damn deer jumped out and we both missed it and ran like the devil was after it, never to be seen again.
@beforethestoriesarelost One day late in the afternoon, I killed a tremendous 6 point and big G finally shot a basket rack 8 point in the neck with that old 270 Mauser. After we had both deer in that giant trunk of my old delta 88 we felt that one big G shot come back from the Dade. He finally stopped his ruckus. Big G said he's Dade now, and to stop at pizza hut for a pitcher of beer and a sandwich of some sort that I can't remember what it was called. We was drinking beer waiting for our order, and a sheriff comes in and says whose brown delta 88 is that out there in the parking lot! I got scare shirtless and Big G points at me and said it's his. That sheriff said what in the hells in your trunk, and I nothing. Sheriff said something is raising hell in your trunk, and then Big G says " Are you telling me that you forgot to turn that dam goat loose before you came to get me? At that I slapped both sides of my face and said, I just slap forgot! That sheriff just turned shaking his hade and left. We chugged the rest of the pitcher and got them Hogies, and hauled ass! It was already dark by the time we got to my place and that deer started a ruckus again. Big G said open the trunk just enough so he could grab him by the horns so he could yank hiss ass out, which we did, except he grabbed the dead one and flopped him out. About the time we recognized the dead one was on the ground, we both turned around and that basket hade was staring right at us. It scared the living shit out of me, and I hollered get him, as I was going the other way! Big G wasn't Scared of shit, and he called me puss in the boots , and grabbed that damn deer and flung him out, hollering Get the damn knife you pussy, so I did and cut the deers throat. I had to hear about that shit for the rest of the year, and had to fight anybody else who dared calling me that except for Big G.
@@beforethestoriesarelost you need to meet a young fellow named Adam Perry. he actually works off and on for the king ranch. he also works for that guy Hugo Ford. hes a dog handler and also a driver for the nalgai trucks but hes killed more hogs with a knife than anyone i know...we have been killing them together since we were very young
Love your great stories, Lane. I just don't think I would have survived the rattlers jumping fence on Uncle OConnors and the Welder around Refugio outside the cold weather in December. I saw one working on the Quintana part of the OConnor one high school summer while working for JP Johnson Oilfield Maintenance that a ranch crew truck go to just a bit ahead of my truck. Crap, if I, as a Senior, hadn't been running a little late I would have gotten the skin of that snake. It was about 9 ft long and a good 12-14 inches thick. By the time I got my crews truck up to the rodeo they had run over it a few times and the entire crew of 8 had all counted coup with a hoe or shovel. The skin was freaking ruined. Dayom. I wonder what a skin like that would be worth now. What a waste. Biggest I ever killed out there was about 6 feet long. I wish you could do a snake story some time.
@@beforethestoriesarelost thank you sir for the clarification!!! You and Mr. Beatly are true legends... i feel the same way about the land barons here in West Texas.. no public land to speak of to hunt and them jackass are holding everything hostage.. i like big deer dont get me wrong but i just wana fill my freezer. Im 50 yrs old and about to put down $3800 for a yr at Blue Hills Ranch in Val Verde county.. been saving my pennys for yrs.. Love and Respect sir! 🙏
@@Lovenlife139I used to hunt down by the Mayfield store on the Bently ranch, and the Jesse Sutton ranch. There's more dam deer, turkey, and javelinas than you can shake a stick at. Watch out for snakes in November. Also be careful with the javelinas because they run in giant packs sometimes, and when you shoot one, don't do it up close because the whole damn pack goes into attack model with their damn teeth chopping like a MG 42 and hair standing on end! It's what chaos is. Mountain lion country is what it is with all that abundant game. A hunter killed one back in the 80s that was stalking him, and it weighed 160 pounds. Be careful.
@@beforethestoriesarelost I've been standing behind the light and that's how I learned that the arrow spins , seeing that arrow spinning down through the woods in at headlight never seeing the deer then whop, that is something kid never forget,
😂 I'd try that
As Christians, we are not supposed to be silent about Jesus. I hope you know Jesus and that you know for sure where you are going to end up.
Them deer hunting nights did u ever find any arrowheads on the king ranch just asking cause im a outlaw hunter aint now better thrill to me then night hunting & my bucket lists before i go is to night hunt a few off the famous king ranch & Kennedy ranch
That country ain't the best place to hunt arrowheads. No rivers! McMullen County is a better along the Nueces River.
I agree with your reference to poly-ticks. Everyone enjoys a good redemption story.
Jesus put them here for us to hunt nobody owns a wild animal
Man I would kill to have been in those times!
I'd give anything to do it again!
@@beforethestoriesarelost I have watched hours of podcast with you and Charles and I’m a deer hunter from East Tennessee, I can’t get enough of you’re stories and I have also shared your stories with all my hunting buddies and keep em coming!!! I’d love to sit around a campfire with you and Charlie!!!
I’m 49an I could tell you some stories lol!I was wild from 13-25.But anyways I love listening to you an Charlie
Hell, I would love to hear some of your stories. There just ain't nobody like Charlie, and after 45 years hearing his stories, he can come up with one I haven't heard.
PAT LANE A TRUE LEGEND
I was fortunate enough to grow during a time before all this crazy shit started. It was a way of life and more fun than I can explain!
i"m from kingsville and everything you said about our way of life of hunting for meat was true back then. some of them deer just had bigger racks than others who were we to judge if we took some the better bucks. i knew fred and brian back then when rhey would come over to my place just west of ricardo and dove hunt the high fence that bordered our land next to the ranch. of course i had to help the ranch on their over population of white tail bucks back in those days. lol
Damn glad we didn't have to do it all ourselves.
I shoot a lot of coyotes at night. It is a real bitch judging distance especially running a red light. Makes their eyes glow the size of golfballs and seem much closer.
I quit dicken with coyotes when they stopped paying bounty in 1972. But kill them all.
I used to be an outlaw hunter back in the 70s till the law changed to a felony myself.
Only used rifles and shotguns.
Used to go down the roads and let em have it for the meat, and if it had horns, it just makes it easier to load up.
One night right after dark, my friend in crime shot a big doe, so I thought because I didn't see any horns. He was a 22 inch monster ten point well over 200 pounds, and his balls were so big, no one could hold em in one hand. The crazy thing about it was that I couldn't see no horns because he had a very dark brown rack that was almost black. My friend, big G could see this deers rack in the scope as the deer was chasing 7 does. Big G died a long time ago and that deer was acclaimed by his dad to be the biggest dam deer he'd ever seen, and he shot more dam deer than anybody I've ever known with the liquor control board top dog back in the 50s and 60s with an old Mauser 270. Them was the good old days.
Thanks for taking the time to tell the story. It was different years ago, and I miss it too.
@beforethestoriesarelost I've got some doozies to tell, my late brother in law shot a doe with a 22 and it buckled. After we threw it in the back of his pickup, and we're going 70 down the hiway, that damn thing stood up and was watching the traffic coming the other way until we got home to my place in the country, and as soon as I stopped, that damn deer jumped out and we both missed it and ran like the devil was after it, never to be seen again.
@beforethestoriesarelost One day late in the afternoon, I killed a tremendous 6 point and big G finally shot a basket rack 8 point in the neck with that old 270 Mauser. After we had both deer in that giant trunk of my old delta 88 we felt that one big G shot come back from the Dade. He finally stopped his ruckus.
Big G said he's Dade now, and to stop at pizza hut for a pitcher of beer and a sandwich of some sort that I can't remember what it was called.
We was drinking beer waiting for our order, and a sheriff comes in and says whose brown delta 88 is that out there in the parking lot! I got scare shirtless and Big G points at me and said it's his. That sheriff said what in the hells in your trunk, and I nothing. Sheriff said something is raising hell in your trunk, and then Big G says " Are you telling me that you forgot to turn that dam goat loose before you came to get me?
At that I slapped both sides of my face and said, I just slap forgot!
That sheriff just turned shaking his hade and left. We chugged the rest of the pitcher and got them Hogies, and hauled ass! It was already dark by the time we got to my place and that deer started a ruckus again. Big G said open the trunk just enough so he could grab him by the horns so he could yank hiss ass out, which we did, except he grabbed the dead one and flopped him out. About the time we recognized the dead one was on the ground, we both turned around and that basket hade was staring right at us. It scared the living shit out of me, and I hollered get him, as I was going the other way! Big G wasn't Scared of shit, and he called me puss in the boots , and grabbed that damn deer and flung him out, hollering Get the damn knife you pussy, so I did and cut the deers throat. I had to hear about that shit for the rest of the year, and had to fight anybody else who dared calling me that except for Big G.
I would sit down and listen to your stories as long as you want to tell them!
I am working diligently on the audio version of the book for those too busy to read.
Religion an Politics have even made brothers rip each other apart😳, I don't discuss it with ANYONE 👍😎😎
And I won't speak of it!
Keep them coming. We are bought the same age .I know we're your coming from me and you would have been good friends. 👍 God bless you and your family
Hope you and yours have the best Christmas.
Tell the stories of the ones on the wall behind you.
Nothing like bow hunting sir!!
All I care to do anymore.
Your stories are great! Thanks for sharing
Need to bring my nephew on. He's killed more pigs with a knife than anyone I know.
@@beforethestoriesarelost you need to meet a young fellow named Adam Perry. he actually works off and on for the king ranch. he also works for that guy Hugo Ford. hes a dog handler and also a driver for the nalgai trucks but hes killed more hogs with a knife than anyone i know...we have been killing them together since we were very young
Awesome story, thanks for sharing. I just wonder if there are any fish poaching stories?
What about all the snakes rattlers and indigo
Tell some stories about the close calls
Have my share tales with snakes. I'll give it some thought.
Tell us how you got away with road hunting? What were your rules? Did you hide the gun?
Sounds like you should read the book. I have a story called Road Hunting 101. It has the rules, code of ethics and what to and not to say to GW!
What are your rules……..? Asking for a friend.
@@Meh-hr7gq the meat comes with me. Have had a problem feeding buzzards and coyotes prime poached venison my entire life.
Mark Twain once said "love for country, always. Love for government, when they deserve it"
Mr Twain was one enlightening, forward-thinking man that everyone should revisit.
Love your great stories, Lane. I just don't think I would have survived the rattlers jumping fence on Uncle OConnors and the Welder around Refugio outside the cold weather in December. I saw one working on the Quintana part of the OConnor one high school summer while working for JP Johnson Oilfield Maintenance that a ranch crew truck go to just a bit ahead of my truck. Crap, if I, as a Senior, hadn't been running a little late I would have gotten the skin of that snake. It was about 9 ft long and a good 12-14 inches thick. By the time I got my crews truck up to the rodeo they had run over it a few times and the entire crew of 8 had all counted coup with a hoe or shovel. The skin was freaking ruined. Dayom. I wonder what a skin like that would be worth now. What a waste.
Biggest I ever killed out there was about 6 feet long.
I wish you could do a snake story some time.
Waiting with baited breath for that audiobook
Recording again tomorrow.
The wait is over. Up on all platforms as of 2 days ago. Let me know if you like it.
Thank you Mr Lane!
You are welcome sir.
Your view on politics is spot on sir!! Well said!
Just redecorated the office. Next video should get folks to scratchin their head a bit.
Great stories.
Good morning Mr. Lane. Quick question from West Texas! Why all the fawn hides? Ever process one? Meat sweet and tender? Much respect!
They are not fawns. They are axis skins.
@@beforethestoriesarelost thank you sir for the clarification!!! You and Mr. Beatly are true legends... i feel the same way about the land barons here in West Texas.. no public land to speak of to hunt and them jackass are holding everything hostage.. i like big deer dont get me wrong but i just wana fill my freezer. Im 50 yrs old and about to put down $3800 for a yr at Blue Hills Ranch in Val Verde county.. been saving my pennys for yrs.. Love and Respect sir! 🙏
@@Lovenlife139I used to hunt down by the Mayfield store on the Bently ranch, and the Jesse Sutton ranch. There's more dam deer, turkey, and javelinas than you can shake a stick at. Watch out for snakes in November. Also be careful with the javelinas because they run in giant packs sometimes, and when you shoot one, don't do it up close because the whole damn pack goes into attack model with their damn teeth chopping like a MG 42 and hair standing on end! It's what chaos is. Mountain lion country is what it is with all that abundant game. A hunter killed one back in the 80s that was stalking him, and it weighed 160 pounds. Be careful.
Does that arrow whop em a little louder at night or am I crazy lol
I can remember that thud!
@@beforethestoriesarelost I've been standing behind the light and that's how I learned that the arrow spins , seeing that arrow spinning down through the woods in at headlight never seeing the deer then whop, that is something kid never forget,
I can’t get enough of this
You would like the audiobook
@@beforethestoriesarelost Waiting for it.
Any mountain lion encounters while you was outlaw hunting? Or leopard sightings?