Lots of great stories, Keep em coming!
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Lots of great stories, Keep em coming!
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"If guns cause crime, all of mine are defective."
-Ted Nugent
I shot my first cross-bow deer with my climber on my back as I was walking to my climber tree. I don't know how he didn't see or hear me but I walked up to him and he presented a good shot opportunity so I took it & that was the end of my season!
A number of years ago during our controlled hunt, the fellow closest to me had shot a nice 8 pointer at the inside edge of the bush, I went over to help him out.
As we were both bent over gutting that buck, I looked up and saw another eight pointer looking at us about 50 yards away.
I don't think he recognized us for what we were, being bent over and the wind was in our favour.
My .54 cal Hawken was still loaded and within arms reach, I slowly reached for it while crouching , cocked the hammer , aimed and fired.
He stumbled, fell , got up and fell again for the last time, upon examination, the heart was blown apart and part of a lung, game over and another added to to groups total.
Love it! So cool. Keep them coming!
6 years back. It was the weekend after the November rifle hunt. Myself and a couple of the younger guys that are part of the crew we t up for a bow hunt. The rut was in full swing that week up in my area and it was an ideal time to be in the bush. It was 430pm and I was sitting in my dads stand in this hardwood bush the deer travel through it to head to a field to my west to eat for the evening. So it was getting to that time and I was just passing time trying to get my spit to go through the foot holes of my metal ladder stand. Well I look up and out of absolute nowhere there is a doe standing 10 yards from me! I catch something in my perefrials a second doe, third, fourth and then 5th! I’m like holy crap here we go. As I get ready to shoot the closest one I again catch movement. I see this little 7 pointer come into the picture so naturally my game plan changes to try and get him. He’s about 30/40 yards and seems to be sticking to that distance. I found a spot I was gunna shoot him at. I had to get it between two tree but that was the shot. He walks into that window and I pull the trigger on the Excalibur. I saw the arrow going friggen wide left. But for some reason the deer gods were on my side and I hit the tree and it deflects it right across the bucks throat. The broadhead literally slit his throat off of this deflection!! And guys I was WIDE left, just an aweful shot. The buck turns and jets for the field. I met up with the boys and went over the story before taking up the blood trail. About 30 minutes later we took up the trail and wouldn’t you believe it he was 100 yards from where I shot him. I couldn’t believe what I witnessed or that I got him. Like the saying goes, sometimes it’s better to be lucky then good and this deer proved that in the biggest way!
2010 deer hunt and I drew the worst watch in camp. Zero visibility in the poplar slash. While I was feeling sorry for myself and making no effort to stay still or quiet, I hear the hounds light up and something running towards me in the dry leaves. It was just a rabbit. Dang!
While I'm chuckling to myself about how I almost got excited at this crappy watch, I see something bigger coming fast through the thick stuff and I'm 99% sure its a deer but 1% thinks it could be the tall hound, so I let it go by. It was a doe. Dang again!
Now I'm cursing to myself when all of a sudden I'm swarmed by deer! 2 or 3 zip by and next thing I know a forkhorn is coming straight at me! I shoot and the forky falls into my legs nearly knocking me over. I barely get my balance back when a bigger buck comes running full out right to left. I fire and he does a front somersault. All the while a few more deer go by in my peripheral vision.
I'd never seen so many deer, never worked my 760 so fast, never shot a deer so close and never got a double on bucks before or since.
I always remind myself of that hunt whenever I doubt the spot I'm in.
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Last edited by ninepointer; July 29th, 2019 at 09:16 PM.
"What calm deer hunter's heart has not skipped a beat when the stillness of a cold November morning is broken by the echoes of hounds tonguing yonder?" -Anonymous-
Interesting stories so far. I love reading this stuff, so I hope we get more.
My story is similar to the one that ninepointer just shared, but not as good, but funny that I land HERE with my story just after his!
November 17, 2018 was a very cold day and we had a lot of snow on the ground where we hunt.
Just two guys at camp and we head out before sunrise with him going to his ground blind and myself continuing to the end of the path where we have a large self-made tree stand.
Other than the single moose track crossing at the base of my stand there were no other animal tracks of any kind, plus I have personally never seen a deer over there while hunting. So I am thinking this is going to be another one of those "sit and freeze for a few hours for no particular reason" events.
So, to keep myself warm and amused I take out the two grunt calls that I have with me and start calling like an idiot. Yep, 35 years of deer hunting hasn't changed the boy in me a bit. I figure, I have zero chance here on this day anyway, so let's just compare these two calls and have fun practicing the art of tube grunting for deer. Maybe a curious buck will show up to investigate the madness!
Well, wouldn't you know it, a young buck cautiously comes out in the open and I put the old scope on him as he walks in front of me at roughly 65 yards.
I had just bought this old Midland 30-06 and had fired a few shots to sight it in. On November 17, 2018 it did a Bang-Flop job.
Later that evening my friend harvested another young buck, thus making history for us, since we had never gotten multiple animals in any SEASON, let alone the same DAY!!!
So, as mentioned above... never doubt the spot you're in.
Last edited by Hawkman; July 30th, 2019 at 06:50 PM.
Several moons ago.
Controlled deer hunt,me sitting in my favorite tree stand,full of hopes,on the opening day.Public land-pay for use.Many hunters around.
Sitting facing west,east the raising sun is to my back.Few shots rang early in the morning,around me.Then nothing.After a while a doe moves thru the bush,about 80 yards away.Slow,but steady.I would not see her if light conditions would not be in my favor.Having a doe/buck tag,and not seeing a deer until then,decided to take a shot.Remington 12 gage pump,rifled barreled, scoped gun.
Nice shooter too..albeit kicks like a mule.
So i fire-got a scope kiss(almost-just knocked my glasses skewed).I hit the deer- since it starts to run in a big circle,after the shot,to my right.So i fire two more,and ran empty.
Behind me is a pathway, lo and behold-a hunter walks down,towards me.Maybe 80 yards between me and the hunter.
The doe runs between me and the hunter.Running FAAAST.
So i holler-Would You shoot the deer .......?
And he goes-BOOOM.The deer shows signs of a hit, runs away,but stumbling and "dipping"down.Crashes within earshot.
I get down,thank to the guy,offer him my ammo for his-but i am sabot and he is smooth bore slug.
So ,he walks away being a new friend(super nice guy).Would not recognize him though ,even if my life depends on it(shame on me).
Anyhow,after finding the deer,i recognize few things-the deer was a button buck,and i shot of his right front leg.The hunter did the rest of the business-mid liver/lung area hit on a running deer.Good shooter for sure.Put the young buck down.
So i tag it,take photos with my buddy ,who walked over.Then he leaves for his SUV ,to haul the deer home for me.
I am sitting there,marveling on the nice animal,flipping it and looking at it all over.
Nice.
All of a sudden two hunters walk up,and they are asking me-if this deer is wounded ?
I said-no,never seen anything on it.They say-early morning one of them shot a doe,with a buckshot,and they are searching for it,because they think the deer was hit.
So,we flip the deer-and lo and behold,there is a SINGLE buckshot small hole in the lung area of the deer.I am shooting 12 gage sabot slug-the nice hunter was shooting 12 gage slugs.
This is THEIR deer!!!
So we talk,and i said-sorry,never seen the small hole.Never knew about the wounded deer..........What do You guys want to do?
They say-never mind,we already have one hanging from the morning.You keep it.
Another set of nice guys........
So the 3 time shot deer came home with me.
Last edited by gbk; July 30th, 2019 at 09:49 PM.
Nice to see gentlemen hunters in the woods.Originally Posted by gbk
"What calm deer hunter's heart has not skipped a beat when the stillness of a cold November morning is broken by the echoes of hounds tonguing yonder?" -Anonymous-
We never used to deer hunt. My grandfather ate too much venison after the war I guess and gave it up by the time he built the camp. As a result nobody in the family became deer hunters. I remember as a kid sitting on a watch with my dad once and my uncle bringing a rifle to camp.. but I think it was just something to try for a weekend. There have always been deer in the area but it is bush, and they are not numerous or seen often.
Anyway, one fall about 10 years ago the duck hunting sucked. It had been a nice fall but there was nothing around. I'm sitting in a blind one morning and a buck swims across the mouth of the bay I'm hunting and it was like a light went off in my head. I booked a couple days off work the 2nd week of the rifle hunt and bought a tag. Totally spur of the moment. My dad finds out my plans and gives his advice on where to sit. I am totally new and have a couple spots in mind but there are no clearings to hunt or stands to sit in. I go to camp solo on a wednesday after work and have time to sight in a couple guns and check where my dad figures is the spot to sit. I try the duck gun with slugs and my grandfathers old .30-30 with open sights. I'm more accurate with the .30-30 so that's what I'll shoot. Check the suggested spot and it's choked full of brush. Good spot to see a deer.. maybe. Good spot to get a shot? No way in hell. I go back to camp dejected and sleep in the next morning with no game plan and nowhere to sit.
I head out the next afternoon and pick a spot. It's a funnelling point where a beaver pond meets a creek. Best course of action I figure is to park the boat back down the shoreline. This involves walking the creek up to the funneling point but the route again, is thick as hell. I spend the afternoon clearing a spot to shoot and making a blind with a machete, getting my scent all over the place and changing the surroundings. I finish with about half an hour of daylight left and sit in the blind until dusk... just for giggles. I like the spot. The blind is new but blends in to the ridge behind it and I'm sure the area permeates of stupid rookie hunter scent but it should frost over night and kinda maybe give the ground a clean slate. Maybe. The wind is good for the blind and should carry my scent down the creek and out, not into the woods. I think I hear something up over the ridge on the other side of the creek before I leave.. and then I proceed to spend an hour getting sweaty and making a racket hacking a path back to the boat in the dark. I finish and have a nice trail to go quitely in the morning but I think to myself whatever was on the other side sure got an earful.
I get out kinda late the next morning. It's cold and still and I'm slow after the day before. I grab the rifle and load the clip with Winchester soft points. The box had been around forever.. since my grandfathers last deer hunt. There had been one round missing from the box, used to take a rabbit on that last hunt when they didn't see any deer. My grandfather is long gone but I can still hear him tell the story. By the time I get to the spot it's shooting light. I load up and still hunt the trail to the blind. I get about halfway and something is coming my way in a hurry on top of the ridge. My heartbeat picks up and I grip the gun tight and it's a... family of otters. I make it up to the blind and set a Tinks air activated scent pad at the edge of the pond. I'm hoping it's up far enough that the scent carries across the creek to the other ridge, or at least gives a buck crossing reason to slow up for a shot. I very quitely sit down in the blind. The morning is still and clear. I get a chill just sitting but tough it out. I remember reading Field and Stream articles about bucks being active mid-day, so I figure I'll give it a solid go. I'm about 3 hours in when I break down and have a smoke. On and off I have been hearing something up on the other side make a bit of a ruccus. I want to say it's a deer. A buck making rubs. But I tell myself I'm green at this and it could be anything. Beleiving it's a deer makes the chill go away so I sit. By the time I have the smoke the bush has been quiet for a while. I put it out on the granite and tuck the butt under a piece of moss. A short while later I hear a twig snap. Then something coming from the other side. I see a patch of shoulder through the pines, it's a deer. Next gap in the crossing I see antlers, holy $#!× it's a buck! It stops, nose to the ground as soon as it hits the little clearing in front of the blind. I'm already ready with the rifle and put one through it's front shoulder as soon as it stops. 10 yards. It bucks and runs right in front of the blind.. 5 yards. I rack another round and fire again as it passes point blank. It passes and crashes through stumps and brush as I am desperately trying to rack a 3rd round, but the gun jams. I hear it crash. The next bullet caught the lip of the chamber. I trashed the soft point trying to force the bolt forward and had I been able to, would have put a 3rd round into that deer from whatever angle I had. I stand a bit, my heart racing. I replay everything over in my head. From start to finish It's all over in 3 Mississippi's. It was a shooter, but from the glimpse I had I figured maybe a small 6? I get out of the blind. Deer didn't make it far. It's 11:30, Friday November the 13th. My deer hunting career is about a day old and I have a big 8pt on the ground. My 2nd round, fired half standing half sitting offhand with the buck at a dead run point blank went through the neck.
I didn't see another deer from a blind for about 7 years, but that deer started a tradition at camp. My dad gets more pumped about deer hunting than anything else these days. We have taken one doe, the rest bucks and average about a deer a year. The last two we got iced out early and didn't get much of a hunt in. My dad hunted the spot he tried to get me to sit at relentlessly for 2 or 3 years and went deerless. Finally I went in and did some work. Cut shooting lanes through the likely route of travel. He shot 2 that year. It's now known as "the honey hole". Got a story about that one for later
Last edited by Northhunter; August 2nd, 2019 at 10:44 AM. Reason: Added
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