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Edwin Hawkins:

Youtube personality.


Southern Gentleman

Proud navigator of the Yukon Trail

Kentucky Sharp Shooter Golden Pistol Winner Twice

Fine gun salesman and retired rancher.

“A man ain’t a man unless he’s got a handlebar ‘stache”
-Edwin Hawkins the 3rd.

First buck of the season:

Well, got a big announcement for you folks today, before I share avocado benefits for diet–got my first buck of the season! That’s right, I shot me a big ol’ boy.

I didn’t hunt this guy in my territory, though. No, sir-ee-bob. This past weekend, I went up to Minnesota to hunt with my old platoon mate, Buddy Wilmer. He lives up there on the prairie, roundabout Lake Wobegon.

Anyway, I went up to his place for a couple nights, packed up my truck, and prepared for a fine old expedition. And boy, did we have one! We set out early Saturday morning, before the sun got up. Ol’ Buddy Wilmer has eyes like a coondog–no sunlight necessary, and he’s already on the move. We headed through his woods, about a mile out, where he’s got one of his treestands.

Set up there for a couple hours, wiped off a egg mcmuffin on the way, ready for the wait.

Now, as you know, I’m not the most technical shooter in the world. I’m old fashioned-like, and I don’t really believe in most of the gimmicky stuff you see on TV these days. Well, I do declare that Ol’ Buddy Wilmer’s a bit more adventurous than I am. He got himself one of these rangefinder doohickeys. Anyway, we played with it for a while while we waited.

And, right on cue, two big bucks come along, I start guessin’ the wind, trying to figure out how far out he is. I’ve got me a pretty good eye, I’ve been told. Buddy says we’re gonna take a little bet. He reckons I’m wrong, using his little toy. I say to hell with it.

It’s a breezy day, plenty of give in the trajectory, he thinks he’s got a better shot than I do ‘cause of his technical wizardry. I’m not having any of this. Well, we got ourselves ready, both aiming at our bucks.

We counted down, three, two one…

Well, he got his. That’s all there is to say really. Now, I maintain that he shot first, and scared off my buck. But fact of the matter is, he made his shot and I didn’t. Only one person in the world can beat Edwin Hawkins in a shootout, and it’s Buddy Wilmer.

So I decided to have me a piece of that. Since he got his buck the first day, I tried playing around with the rangefinder the next morning. I still maintain I have the best eyes east of the Rockies. But I guess they ain’t what they used to be. Consistently off by about 10 yards, once you get over 100. Huh. Well, at least I’m consistent.

In the end, I got me the first buck of the season. Slung it on the tree, butchered it up right that day, and drove home with a freezer. I drove home with something else, too, but we don’t have to talk about that. let’s just say it has the words “range” and “finder” in it.

I still maintain it’s no substitute for instincts and an eagle eye. But for an old fogey like me, there’s no sense not taking a helping hand once in a while. It sure filled up my freezer in a hurry. If you’re interested, Buddy sent me to this page for the bestrangefinder.reviews.

-Over and out.