Golden Moments in the Life of America’s Oldest Hunter | Field & Stream

Posted: April 10, 2019 by gamegetterII in Uncategorized

“At 105, Clyde Roberts no longer stacks them up like he did at 100, when he took three whitetail bucks and two does in a single season. He still lives in the same house he’s been in for 70 years, still drives himself to church on Sunday, still mows and rakes his front yard. But he no longer hunts alone or climbs a 24-foot extension ladder up to his tree­stand. His son, Mike, 68, built him a sturdier perch a few years ago, one with wooden stairs and a handrail, and either Mike or Mike’s daughter, Christin, 45, now accompanies Clyde afield. But the oldest hunter in America still feels the pull of November in his blood, still feels the old urgency.

“I asked the good Lord to let me live till 105 and get one more buck,” he tells me. “But if it’s over tomorrow, I’m satisfied.” At this, Mike rolls his eyes. “Dad carries on that way every year,” he says. “To be honest with you, I’ve lost track of how many ‘one more’ bucks he’s killed.”

When I meet Clyde at his house in tiny Evington, Virginia, I’m not sure what to expect. His gaze is direct, his handshake firm. You’re tempted to think that he doesn’t look his age. But then you realize that you have no idea what 105 looks like. There just aren’t many such men around. There are no other such hunters, as far as anyone knows. For years now, local newspapers have run short articles featuring a photo of Clyde and a caption calling him “North America’s oldest hunter.” So far no one has stepped forward to dispute that claim”

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