That was an awesome story. As I read all of them I put the picture together in my mind like a movie of all your events and it helps to feel the excitement you all must have gone through. Feel like I was there. Just awesome!
Keep them all coming!!
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That was an awesome story. As I read all of them I put the picture together in my mind like a movie of all your events and it helps to feel the excitement you all must have gone through. Feel like I was there. Just awesome!
Keep them all coming!!
pure instinct! survivor mode for real set in with that deer , crazzyy story, crazy animals. thanks for the story :)Quote:
Originally Posted by onelessarrow
awesome story, i remember my dads friend was trying to set his scope on this running deer with a rifle before he got into the patch of bush, he just got a new scope on his rifle, he fires and lets just say instead of him coming back with a deer he came back with broken sunglasses and a bloody nose.Quote:
Originally Posted by gbk
talk about a scope kiss
that'll teach him to rush a shot hahah.
The most unusual way has happened 3 times so far. Walk out to my stand on crunching leaves, climb in the stand and under 3 minutes big buck is less than 20yds looking for who the heck was making all the noise.
[COLOR=#000000]talk about a scope kiss
I sold the 12 gage,to keep my eyesight ,and downsized to 20.Never issue anymore.And i learned the 20 has better ballistics with same effectiveness.
Northunter-a really awesome job and a memorable story. Thank You for it.
So this was a couple years ago, opening day of the rifle hunt. The Monday afternoon I headed out to a spot I had scouted in September where I incidentally spooked a couple deer. Unfortunately it was a balmy 22 degrees and I was drenched in sweat when I got there but there was no way I was walking anymore. I figured I’d hunt the same spot throughout the week so I put down my pack and laid some scent around, made some fake scrapes and clean a spot for myself leaning on a log. I did all this very loudly. I sit down and ten minutes later a hear something to my right coming out of the swamp behind me. Look over and I’m face to face with a wolf. It takes off running back to the swamp. Cool to see, but my hunts busted. I light up a smoke and start texting the group about the wolf sighting. Look up from my phone and there’s a massive buck 10 yards in front of me. Crosshairs on the vitals and bang! He takes off like a rocket, I’m lining up my second shot and
Boom! He runs head first into a tree. I give it a minute finish my smoke and walk up to him. I had a good shot on him but he broke his own neck on the tree to finish it off. He was a 10 pointer... well 9 because one snapped off and was imbedded in the tree.
It was more like the OP's situation: a surprise hunt.
Sept 17th was the "first date anniversary" for my wife and me. Alberta deer season had opened a couple days prior.
My wife asked if I was going hunting that evening, and I said I thought maybe we could go out to dinner for the anniversary.
To my surprise, she said, "I think you should go hunting. I have a good feeling about tonight......"
So off I went. I was in the tree stand about 45 minutes when a lovely little fork horn crossed the clearing about 50 yards away, and my .280 dropped him in his tracks.
So that was my shortest deer season ever, but luckily it coincided with a high-cycle year for snowshoe hares.....
None of mine have been particularly "unusual" except for a double buck day, which for someone who has traditionally been a solo hunter, is not "usual", so here goes:
It was 1995, a few miles outside Algonquin Provincial Park. This is thick forest, big woods hunting. The road into the lake had been much improved over the years from the two-rut goat track it was in the early years. My youngest brother accompanied me this year. When I say "accompanied", I mean we generally go in together in the pre-dawn and meet near the end of the day to go out together but usually don't see each other during the day. However, this opening day, we had decided on dropping him ashore in one bay of the lake while I paddled around the peninsula and entered the next bay. At first light, he was to still hunt the ridge towards the top of the peninsula where I disembarked, while I would still hunt up the spillway to the top and meet him there around 9AM.
While still-hunting my way up to the top, I crested an undulation in time to see a buck working his way down the spillway 30-40 yards ahead. He was moving steady and there were a lot of trees & saplings, but one shot from my Weatherby 30-06 put him down. I walked over to him and quickly looked at his 4x3 modest-sized rack, but since there was only about 15 minutes to the agreed meeting time, I left the buck there to go to meet my brother. The kid showed up on time and we went back to the buck. I gutted it and dragged it down the spillway back to the canoe (boy, deer slide good going downhill), while my brother took a stand where the spillway topped out at the ridge.
Upon meeting up again with the kid, I decided to follow the scrape line that this buck had been moving along, while the brother decided to continue along the ridge. The scrape line was fairly decent with several small scrapes and was leading back towards a beaver dam that I knew of over the backside of the ridge. Upon reaching the beaver dam, I sat on an elevated rock face overlooking the dam and ate my lunch.
Finishing my lunch, I started to follow the drainage creek downstream. I paused for a couple of minutes at an elevated position overlooking a sapling-filled area that the drainage creek flowed through. Moving on, my elevation advantage started to dwindle, which I did not like, so I turned around and went back to the spot overlooking the saplings. I noticed movement down in the saplings, a deer head bobbing up and down like they do when trying to test the air for scent. I brought the scope up and saw good antlers (turned out to be a 10 point typical). The Weatherby cracked and he went down. The time was just past 2PM, so I knew I didn't have time to gut him and drag him back up over the ridge before dark, so I just gutted him and put a scent perimeter around him (tinkle, tinkle) to hopefully keep critters off him overnight.
We left both deer in the bush and, when arising the next morning, found that a fair amount of snow had fallen overnight . We left the guns in the cabin and went in after sun-up to retrieve both deer. Rather than try to drag the 10 point up and over the ridge, we opted to canoe and portage around to the backside of the ridge to the beaver dam. Once the deer and both of us were in the canoe, there was very little gunnel left above the water, so I paddled back with the deer while the kid hoofed it through the bush. I dropped off the large deer at the launch point, went back and retrieved the 7 point, then went back to pick up the kid at the peninsula.
I stayed with the deer while my brother went out to bring his pickup truck in to the lake from the hydro cut. I started to drag the deer a bit further from the lake when, after a while, I heard an ATV coming. My brother had met this local guy on the hydro cut and offered him $20 (my $20) to go in and help get the deer out rather than risk his pickup on the snow-covered rocky trail. This fellow and I tied the 10 point on the front rack of his ATV and put the 7 point in the canoe and tied the canoe to the back of the ATV. I held onto a rope on the trailing end of the canoe so it wouldn't ram into the ATV if he slowed down quickly. I told the guy to go slow as I had to trot behind, but one guys 'slow' is a trotters 'too bloody fast'! I was completely wacked when we got to the hydro lines 1 1/4 miles out, but I guess it was better than risking the truck on the rocks.
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OK, last one from me I think, just to balance things out so I don't have too many more entries in "the one that got away" thread than in this 'got one' thread, lol.
I don't recall what year it was, but my brother and I were once again hunting our usual area a few miles outside of Algonquin Provincial Park. We had gone our separate ways on opening morning but neither had any sightings. However, I had chosen to paddle down the lake in the pre-dawn to my favorite peninsula and heard deer grunts as I paddled across the bay, coming from the North shore shortly after starting off from the launch site. I had never before heard grunts, so this was the only thing "unusual" about this episode.
The next day I chose to end the day sitting about 3/4 of the way up on an oak ridge where there were a few lateral trails below. This ridge runs parallel to the Northern shore of the lake where I suspect the deer go at night to feed on shoreline greenery that remains green longer than shrubbery higher up. Just at last light, I noticed a buck working his way down and across the slope to the West of me, too far away for a shot through the fairly dense trees given the waning light. Our plan for the next morning was to flank this route. The kid would sit roughly where I had the previous evening, while I would sit on top of a 15 foot high ravine wall I knew of a bit further West. We had seen a large scrape in the bush between these two locations before, so suspected the buck worked his way to the lake and back through this patch we were flanking.
We got in position as first light was starting to crack the horizon. While I sat on the ravine wall, after the sun had begun rising above the horizon, I started hearing a deer grunting. The buck appeared to my right on the far side of the ravine floor, working his way towards the more gently sloped far side of the ravine. He was alone but kept grunting every 10 seconds or so. He angled his way through the trees, went up the far slope, then walked along the top about 80 yards across the ravine from my side. I shot with my 30-06 and he made a high donkey kick. He only moved forward a short distance after that shot then stopped, so I shot again. He made a short dash down into a grove of small pines on the ravine floor just to my left. My brother and I had agreed to try and contact the other via walkie-talkie after any shots so the other guy knew what transpired, but I couldn't start yapping with the deer still so close until I was sure the deer was dead as I didn't want it running off. I waited and heard a crash and the small pine tree tops shake and even spotted a patch of deer hair through the lower branches. I kept my eye on that patch for signs of movement for a decent amount of time before sliding down the ravine wall and entering the pine grove. He was a decently wide 8 point but tine length wasn't especially long. I gutted and dragged him near to the ATV-only access road.
I couldn't contact my brother on the walkie-talkie which isn't unusual in thick forest, so took my gear back to the truck so it wouldn't add to the difficulty in the upcoming drag to the main road since we didn't have an ATV. On my way back to the truck, I met a guy on an ATV accompanied by a small beagle. The dog went a bit nuts when he got close and the guy apologized, not understanding why the dog was acting up, but I understood why, what with the deer scent all over me.