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[Hillbilly Rooster]

The monster has gotten away for the last 4 years and when gun season starts he is gone until next yr.

 

[wyomingsundancer]

My best deer hunting was when I spent a year in the Army in Utah. I took 3 weeks off for deer hunting, went out with several different groups. Never got a thing. Stopped by one of the road houses to shoot pool while hunting. Really had a good time. A couple of years later my wife and I stopped by to visit some friends in Utah. Went to the road house and won several cases of beer on the punchboards. About 200 people recognized my vehicle and stopped to say hi. Again had great time and brought back a lot of fond memories of that prior hunt.

 

[seismic wonder2]

Most memorable hunting trip.

To get to the "spot" my dad and I had to cross a creek on a two wire bridge. I fell in.

Cold and wet all day and saw nothing.

Ice storm in the night and a tree limb fell on our tent.

Next day at o-dark thirty, since it was too freekin cold to sleep anymore, we got out of out mangled tent.

no dry wood for a fire had to chop a huge log with a tiny hatchet by the light of our coleman lantern for sapwood to get a fire going.

melted my "wool" socks.....they were NOT real wool. Lucky I keep two pair in my pack...

climbed a tree near a likely trail just in time for it to start freezing drizzle again. fell asleep, woke up frozen to the tree.

Saw a HUGE Doe (we had doe tags) took aim, and fired my flintlock"Dorathy". *CLICK* FIZZ* FLASH!* ...... nothing....I hold my aim..... hold.....hold....dang misfire as the doe bounces off in the distance I place my rifle across my frozen lap and ***KAAAABLOOOOUEEEYYYY*** "Dorathy" my flintlock cooked off. Dorathy shot off to my right 20 feet to the frozen ground and the .50 cal round went to my left, dead center in a poplar tree about 8 feet away (thank god).

About 30 seconds later in the distance I hear ***KAABLOOUEY*** then "DAMNITALL!!!!!"

by this time it's about noon or so so I trudge back to the campsite to find my dad rolling up what's left of out tent. "Pack up, were done" Pop said, he looked angry.....
I asked "where's the deer?" because pop just don't miss.
He grumbled something about "darn trees" and pointed to a sapling about 1/2 inch in diameter, splintered at one end with black powder residue, and burnmarks.
After we crossed the creek he finally told me he was following the deer I "Let go" and took the shot....just as the end of the rifle passed a small tree. Chopped it right off about 5 feet high.

In the end we scared the crap out of one deer.
Killed two trees,
melted one pair of NON-wool socks,
destroyed one two man tent,
and was frozen to a tree.


But it was the best time of my life.

 

[HLAC]

Lol! Good story!

I got this buck with my bow last year. (in a downpour) He wasn't real big but had a lot of character in his antlers. 14 scoreable points. My biggest to date.

Last year by this time I had taken three does and a buck with my bow. This year I have a single doe. I've been seeing more deer, including some nice bucks but I swear I have a 40 yard force field around me that keeps the deer from coming any closer. (I prefer my shots to be 25 yards or less) Oh well, that's what keeps it challenging.

 

[60ACRES]

Should have been a great day, but was my biggest disappointment.....

Saturday morning, a little buck came right to my stand, gave me a perfect broadside shot, it took it (my first bow-kill). I couldn't wait to see it, so as soon as I thought it had expired I jumped down, drug it to my house.

It was still early and a beautiful morning so I climed back into my stand. It wasn't 20 minutes later a doe came running in all excited, she didnt stay long or give me a shot before she took off. 3 minutes later, another doe came thru in a hurry. I figured something had to have been chasing them, sure enough, here he comes...

The biggest deer I have ever seen (other than pics or someone esles buck), comes in grunting, with his nose in the air. I am not sure about the points, I just know he was tall and wide. He slows when he reaches my area, but still moving, after the doe. He crosses over a blind spot, I stand up and draw on him. Moving in the my shooting range a perfect broadside shot, I grunt at him, he stops. I find the spot and release my arrow. As if in slow motion my arrow flies and connects. The problem... it stuck in his shoulder, no real penatration. Of course he runs off with my arrow waving from his shoulder.

I did go look for him after a couple hours. I found some blood (not much) and followed it for about 60 yards until it ran out. I searched the areas as best as I could, but I think he is still alive. There wasnt that much blood for him to bleed out.

I heard a few shots from a muzzleloader from that direction on Sat & Sun, so maybe someone else got to hang him up.

I have never claimed to be a trophy hunter, but dang, I sure wish I had gotten this one...

 

[redstars]

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That rack is cool. Very unique.
Nice job with the bow.

 

[Tala]

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Sounds like my last trip. Most MEMORABLE hunting trip (except when I shot my first deer.)

We go out camping the night before so as to get an early start.
It's raining slightly so DH and I get out and put a tarp over the leaky tent. I tell DH to get out and do it naked, because our skin will dry faster than our clothes and I have towels.

It's public land, so about 3.30am the trucks start rolling in. We're definitely awake on time. Fortunately it's not raining anymore, just cloudy.
It starts off cloudy and cool, but it gets warmer and warmer all day long.
About lunch time we decide to take a break. Walking down the trail towards us came up a spike buck, so he walked. Didn't see a durn thing the rest of the day.

When we go back to camp at night, by then it's nearly 70*F which is possible for November in Arkansas (last week for example) but it's also getting darker and darker and darker. We were gonna fire up the grill, but I got in the truck and turned on the radio. TORNADO warning! WHY couldn't they mention the possibility of tornadoes yesterday before we went camping??? grrrrr

It gets darker and darker and darker. The trees start swaying like crazy. I did NOT want to be in the woods with all them trees flapping in the wind! No joke by 4pm it's pitch black, not your average early sunset it's BLACK. Starts pouring, we jump in the truck to get out of the rain. The guy on the radio says - possible tornado on the ground just north of Lake Wynona, heading towards Perryville

We were camping, somewhat northwest of Lake Wynona not far from Perryville (that's where we went for Sonic lunch)! The gravel flies! I didn't know you could go so fast on a forest service road! We hit the highway going the opposite direction of Perryville doing about 75 on a 2 lane in the dark pouring rain. I was scared! I drove until we had run out of the rain.
We establish that the weather threat is over via a TV at a 24 hour laundromat in some town I don't even know where. I think we might have hit hwy 7 by then. So we head for Russlleville and the interstate to take us back home, screw the camping gear we'll come back for it later (the guns were in the truck already). A tornado had gone across the interstate between Russslleville and home, so there was sheet metal all over the median and road. Another tornado tore up the small town of Cherry Hill right across Hwy 60. Cherry Hill is probably 2 miles down the road from Hwy155 that takes you basically to where we were camped!

We have since thrown away the leaky tent. I spent many a wet night in that thing, and 2 years after I threw it away my dad calls me to ask if I still have it because he's gonna take up backpacking. Apparently the poles that came with it were extra special, lightweight, expensive....

I've not been able to go hunting since then, simply because we worked overnight and I couldn't stay up all night and THEN try to stay awake on the deer stand. This year I am trying desperately to go, but I haven't been yet.

 

[fowltemptress]

http://voices.mysanantonio.com/puckett/2009/11/thrills-and-chills-of-hunting.html

My grandparents' blog . . . this week my grandfather wrote about hunting with a couple of interesting personal experiences. Just thought I'd share. Growing up, I always loved hearing his hunting tales.