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The Camp Fire => Hunting Stories => Topic started by: Bobman on Oct 05, 2005, 09:26:23 AM
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I'll post a new story now so hopefully others will follow:
This is a true story told by my Dad and uncle back at our camp after a day afield.
We were just finishing a deer drive at the end of a warm day. My uncle was on post and my father was his driver (All the drivers would meet up with their assigned poster before the poster was to leave the Field. This way we didn't miss deer or lose anyone.). As my father is approaching my uncle he sees him sitting under a tree asleep and off to one side my dad sees a deer bedded down with its head on its hoofs. He gets to my uncle and wakes him up thinking he shot the deer and is waiting for help to gut and drag. Well my uncle never saw it when he walked in and hadn't shot it so they walk over to take a look, guns ready. As they get closer they see that there is actually a second deer bedded down facing away from them, both does. Well they walk right up to the deer talking normally (they figured the deer were shot and had just fallen and died near my uncle while he was asleep) and neither deer move. My dad pokes the first one with his gun barrel, nothing. He's walking around the deer trying to see where it was shot but nothing, so he slides the gun barrel under the deers back end and starts to lift it up to flip it over when the deer wakes up and stands up looking at them. Now my uncle and father are shocked and don't know what to do, this deer is also shocked and looks confused (by the way, she had no injuries) and just stands there looking at them meanwhile the second deer is still laying down a little ways behind the first deer no moving. Finally the first deer turns and takes a few bounds over the second deer's back and stops to look back at my father and uncle. The second deer finally looks around, stands up and bounds after the first. My dad and uncle at this point are laughing so hard that any thought of shooting these deer goes out the windows. My uncle, just for the heck of it, starts walking toward the deer with his hand out and calling them in like they were dogs (Heere deerie, deerie, deerie!). All of a sudden, both deer put their tales down and start walking back to my father and uncle! They get about 10 feet away when the deer finally wise up and decide they should get the heck out of there. While all this is going on the rest of us on the drive have come out of the woods and are waiting at the vehicles for my father and uncle. They come out of the woods laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their faces and could hardly breathe. That was the only deer anyone on that drive saw that day too.
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Ok here's another story. I was turkey hunting one fall day many years ago. It was early morning and I was sitting on the ground with my back against the tree. Being so quiet and warm out I fell asleep. I woke up when I felt something wet touch my face. I looked and there was a big doe sniffing me and behind her were two yearlings. She immediately let out a snort and took off withher two young ones trailing her. Not the first time I've fallen asleep only to wake up with a deer near by me.
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Ok, here's one that still haunts me till this day, and I will never forget it. It is full rut, and I am 14 or 15 years old, I was looking at the field near my house and as I was getting ready to go to the woods I saw a doe in the field, so I panic and get ready really fast, I got into the field a ways on my way to my stand, and here comes three more does and a nice perfect rack ten pointer, about a 20 inch spread and foot long tines. He was all doped up on the does, and didn't care that I was there at all, I couldn't believe it. I saw him and he saw me, so I walked towards him, and he kept just walking after these does, I got within 15 yards of him, and I decided to take a shot before he could figure out that he had messed up and was standing near a human. I reach over to put my release on my string and I freaked. I had no release, I had forgotten it back at the house because I was in such a hurry. I thought well, this only happens so many times in ones lifetime, so I decided to shoot fingers for the first time ever. I could aim left to right really well, but I could not figure out how to aim for correct hieght. The first shot when perfect left to right, but went right over his back missing him by 1 inch. He just stood there and looked at me, he was broadside standing there while I shot all the arrows in my quiver. I did not think to do the same thing I did the first time but aim lower, so once I gathered my thoughts and figure out how to aim with fingers I just shot my last arrow. The second shot went right through his rack, just barely making it through without hitting his rack, and the third shot went right under him, and the fourth and last shot went right over his back and missed by a half inch. I was sure I could hit him if I had one more arrow, but I was now out. This monster looked at me for a little longer and then walked away towards the does which were on their way towards the woods. All I could do was watch him. I still can't believe that happened, and I never have forgotten my release since.
MASTERGUIDE
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Last year, after 5 years of marraige my wife said she wanted me to give up hunting and ice-fishing. She said she didn't see why I needed to hunt and fish when I could just by meat at the market. Now she is my ex-wife and I sure don't miss her!
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Last year, after 5 years of marraige my wife said she wanted me to give up hunting and ice-fishing. She said she didn't see why I needed to hunt and fish when I could just by meat at the market. Now she is my ex-wife and I sure don't miss her!
now thats a man that has his prioateys straigh
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my friend and i enter the woods to begin a drive with 4 other pushers. we take 10 steps into the woods and he shoots and yells i got her , i got her. he runs up to the deer on the ground only to notice the deer was already dead and had a tag on it. someone shot it and laid it down earlier in the morning. he was so excited he thought he shot a bedded doe!!!
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Fargin,
That is hilarious!!! I bet he felt a little stupid.
Robb
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my friend and i enter the woods to begin a drive with 4 other pushers. we take 10 steps into the woods and he shoots and yells i got her , i got her. he runs up to the deer on the ground only to notice the deer was already dead and had a tag on it. someone shot it and laid it down earlier in the morning. he was so excited he thought he shot a bedded doe!!!
Talk about embarassing! :-[
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he was so excited he thought he shot a bedded doe!!!
I'm sure you don't mention it to him being the gentlemen you all are ;D
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One time I was sitting on a small folding chair bowhunting. I was in a small clearing that connected to a larger clearing that I was watching. A small young of the year deer came walking up and laid down right next to me close enough to reach out and touch. I let the thing lay there for several minutes while I watched it. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer so I whispered "hey deer". That thing shot straight up in the air and then froze looking at me for a few seconds, then snorted like crazy and took off.
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ever wrestle a deer? i have twice killed both with the same knife..
my bro gut shoots a spike it runs up to me and drops after 15 mintues i walk up to dress it. grab one horn it leaps to it's feet. knife in hand we go at it.we roll down a hill i finally get it in the neck..
i took a beatin ripped jacket ripped blue jeans. bloody and bruised i still drag the deer 200 yards -it was a long 200 yards too-up hill-.
14 years later and 4 states south. i shoot a deer in the head with a 44 mag toss her in the truck drive home back in the barn. go to unload the deer she kicks me. we go at it finally i get the knife loose and end her ass. blood, fur and a carhartt jacket scattered across the barn. 17 stitches and a week of feeling like being hammered by a meat tenderizer..
my brother witnessed both matches said it was the damest thing he ever saw. he never wanted to get in a fight with me after that..
zooker
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Last year, after 5 years of marraige my wife said she wanted me to give up hunting and ice-fishing. She said she didn't see why I needed to hunt and fish when I could just by meat at the market. Now she is my ex-wife and I sure don't miss her!
What took so long !!! ??? ;D
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ZOOKER simular story. My wife a$$ shots a big doe right at last light. Snow in the forcast so I have no choice. Take her home to stay with the kids, pick up my buddy and a couple of lights ( called the warden to let him know and thus no gun) and go back and start tracking. Find her bedded but plenty lively in a small clearing in the black growth. Buddy holds her under the lights while I try to sneak up behind her. she's bedded against two small confirs growing about a foot apart. I figure if I grab an ear and pull her head between the trees like a stanchion her throat is as good as slit. WRONG. I sneak up...she knows something is up but she's watching the lights. I reach between the trees and grab an ear and FIGHT ON!!!! I held the ear while she beat my face against the tree. I slashed and slashed her throat and didn't she ever bleat! While I'm fighting with her my buddy yells to me " I'll go back to the truck and get a rope. A ROPE?! A ROPE.... help me you SOB!!!....... After he stopped laughing he did help with the drag What a pal
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SLT, Now that's funny!
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hahaha. a few years ago i was hunting with my father and my uncle.it was gettin late and my uncle just shot this doe.me and my dad were makin our way up this revine and we here BOOM!! scared the living s#^! out of me because i was young and the shot echoed.so we walked up to him and asked him what was going on .he told us he just shot this nice doe and it was layin down between these trees.we walk up to it like idiots thinking it was dead and it hops up and stumbles down the hill.and that was the last we saw of it.to make a long story short we walked down the hill and there was no blood no tracks and no sign of this deer. we were sittin there scratching our heads and all of a sudden the deeer pops it head up out of the water and goes back under.we started laughing and it popped up again and my uncle sealed the deal...that shows how much stamina and not wanting to die a deer is.ill never forget that hunt
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Last year my pal and I drew mountain goat tags....we climbed up a 7000 foot peak to get a crack at em....and my pal wounded his (unknown to us) we split and i went to dress mine and him to his... we left our guns and other gear where we shot from....an hour later im packin my load and i get below where he is....and i tihnk my eyes are playin with me so i bust out my binos to get a better look and good god, all i can see is goat and pal fightin in a box canyon....he had my buddy pinned up on a rock and my buddy had a big rock, dropped it on his head a bunch of times and the goat kept tryin to gore him with his horns and tryin to hoof him down....then they went out of sight....im waitin at the rendezous spot and he finally shows up like....2 hours later....he said he had shot thru the guts, nicked the liver and broke some ribs but thats it....just too far back for a good vitals shot....and goats are without a doubt the toughest critter to kill....he said he finally managed to grab it by the horns, push its head down and stab it thru the back of the neck....he stabbed it some 20 plus times he said.....got beat up a bit himself.....normally if you wound a goat, they kamikaze jump off the cliffs....true story....there nuts..
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HMMMMM. saw a new show on The History Channel called "Tougher in Alaska" guess they ain't kidding....thats good stuff there
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oh man they got this new series called "The Alaska Experiment"....it is hilarious....at least to my buddies and I....they sent out 3 groups of people to 3 different rural locales in alaska.....2 to the wrangell mountains region and i think one group maybe 2 to Icy Bay near yakutat....these people have to survive for 3 months between august and i think november-december and only have the simplest tools and have to get their own wood and feed....live off the land basically....theyve never fired guns, seen wild bears, caught wild salmon, or had to live in little cabins and wall tents....and none have ever been to this kind of climate or terrain before....We think its a riot...the people are just so ignorant and clueless its unbelievable....one couple in icy bay couldnt figure out how to properly use a spinning rod to catch salmon with, so they jump in the water and do a poor job of catchin salmon (which are pretty much spawned out and near death) with thier hands.....then they ruined 7 cans of thier catch in the pressure cooker because they couldnt do it right.. these people only been their like 10 days and already lost mass weight....its almost pathetic really....tune in for it on the discovery channel i think it is.....they even get to hunt moose and mountain goats....
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I'd give my leftey to be on that show! Those people are really sad though. I'd be willing to bet most have never left a big city before. The worst part is they don't even understand let alone appreciate the opportunities they have been given.
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yea thats true.....i dont know any hunter or fisherman who doesnt dream of seeing alaskas wild side....or who at least want to do it again....i know ill never leave....I was born and raised here and to me there isnt anywhere else worth living....I like to travel thru other states but i couldnt imagine living in a place where the population is more than 2 people per square mile! need my elbow space. ive been to seattle a few times and all i wanna do is puke!...anchorage is the biggest city in the state and theres only 260,000 people in it....in a state that has 550,000 square miles of land.....theres only 700,000 people....unfortunately...theres is roughly less than 1700 miles of road....we only have 7 interstate highways. so access is extremely limited to bush plane, boat, and your boots.
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I have a question for you Alaskan folks, how many people come to Alaska thinking they have found their personal nirvana. only to move away because they can't take it? I ask because I have often heard people say they want to move there but they never seem to leave. In my home state of Maine people often say they wish to move to the northern part of the state where it's sparsely populated and heavily forested, but they usually don't go or if they do they move back once they find that a trip to Wal-Mart requires a weeks planning and a day's travel and services they are used to, (public, water, sewer etc ) are not available and poverty is a way of life for many that live there
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theres a simple answer for that SLT, there a bunch of PANSIES! alaska, the real alaska that is, exluding the city of anchorage, is only for real folks, the ones who are born with guts and the true born love and respect for adventure and mother nature....sorry to say but its true, the only people i find worth talkin too are the ones who love it here and are happy to call it home, and plenty of them werent born here mind you...poverty is not a way of life here, as you may expect, though in many rural places in the contiguous US it is... there are less trailer parks in the state of alaska than there are in any given city down there...any i assure you 9 out of 10 families are plenty happy with it...a double wide trailer in mid winter alaska is by far and wide more energy efficient than any house....i dont how your family lives, nor am i to be the judge of it, just as you are not to the judge of anyone else or how they live...here its just more conventional....it costs less to heat a 3 or 4 bedroom mobile home than a 3 or 4 bedroom house.....especially in the bush, where heating oil is $8-9 a gallon, milk is $7 a gallon, 1 dozen eggs is $6 or more , a standard loaf of wonder bread is $3-4 and up and everything else just isnt worth buying....a pack of cigarettes in just about any bush village is around $7...even in anchorage its the same price for cigarettes....the folks here arent living in poverty.....in thier minds, their gettin by....and thats the only thing that matters.....especially for us folks who really deserve to draw the game tags instead of the stupid rich a-holes who dont need the meat....the majority of us dont hunt for sport, we hunt and fish to survive the winter and feed our families and those friends who are unable or less fortunate than us...so trust me, I am more than happy to see those wistful dreamers leave and go away from my home than anyone is.....the less people who invade this place, the better... alot of them dont deserve to be here,ive met plenty of folks who just plain oughta not be allowed to come here, hopefully none of you guys on here.....to harvest our game or our fish, trash our waters and land....but hey Todays America is all about immigration and exploitation right?
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Great stories
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Ok here's another story. I was turkey hunting one fall day many years ago. It was early morning and I was sitting on the ground with my back against the tree. Being so quiet and warm out I fell asleep. I woke up when I felt something wet touch my face. I looked and there was a big doe sniffing me and behind her were two yearlings. She immediately let out a snort and took off withher two young ones trailing her. Not the first time I've fallen asleep only to wake up with a deer near by me.
As a young hunter, I was 15 at the time.I was Bow- Sleep'n, not Hunt'n. I was awakened buy the "wet nose in the face" too. Twin fawns within inches! I gave them there lesson for the day! I holler "Hey" and they both went straight up like bottle rockets! At least 5 ft, amazing how high they can jump!
Later, Walleye Steve
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I actually was considered during the casting process as they are shooting a sequal to the Alaskan Experiment. I just didn't make it on the show. This year they're doing it a little differently... instead of having to stay in one place, they have a group of people that are going to actually travel and survive together as part of one big team.
I would have loved to have been on the show. Looks like a lot of fun.
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Good Story. The biggest buck of my life so far.
One Thanksgiving morning I take my 13 year old son out hunting for the first time in his life. On the way to where we hunt I see this huge 10 pointed standing on a lawn in front of a house I hunt behind. He was in awe that he finally saw a deer but it was still 1 1/2 hours before legal shooting time. We talked for a few minutes and he said wouldn't it be great to see him later in the day and get a shot. Then of course like a Father and Son conversation and his competitiveness, he said you would probably miss. Anyway we walked into the area I sit, in the pitch dark. I mean new moon dark where you can just barely make out your hand in front of you. He followed me all the way in and once we got settled he turned to me and said your nuts Dad. I can't see the end of my nose it's so dark. We waited for about and hour and finally saw a few deer walk right by the stand. I had a doe permit but had the rest of the week to hunt so I passed. He again called me crazy and said what the hell are you waiting for. A few minutes after he said that, I turned to the right to see antlers coming through the area they traveled. Sure enough it's the ten pointer. Hunting with a 30-30 I waited until he got into a lane and let go. After I shot, this deer runs full bore back towards where he came from. I mean long strides, running wide open. I first thought to myself I missed and my son will never let me live it down. As it's running heading into the thicket it came from, bang head first right into a huge hardwood tree in front of us. My son looks at me laughing hysterically, said you missed and he killed himself by breaking his neck trying to get away. We wait 10 minutes and I can see this deer still laying motionless. He finally talks me into going to look at him. We walked up with gun in hand waiting for him to jump and run. Once I came to the conclusion this thing was dead I proceed to find a bullet hole. I found the entrance hole but no exit hole and very little blood and didn't inform him of my findings To this day he still thinks I missed and was one of the luckiest hunters around. I probably will never tell him the truth.
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A few years ago, shotgun season here in New York, it was night watch and my cousin was sitting in what we call the Tajmahal. Huge treestand in the crotch of a maple. Well its getting dark and I was supposed to pick him up on my way back. I usually leave my stand right before last light, that way if I see something on my walk back to camp, I have a chance. Well I get to the Taj and there sits Kevin. Didnt hear me coming I assume. So I whisper up to him, "Hey Kev, You see anything?", no response. HEY KEVIN YOU AWAKE? Nothing. Ha Ha I'll get him. So I pick a tree about thirty yards away, knowing nobody is over there cause is the place I came from, I decide to wake his sorry butt up. BOOOOM, that ole' 870 with a 3"mag woke em up. That was the most scared I had ever seen him. He got an ear full back at camp for falling asleep. Now I wouldnt dare do it to him, he has been to Iraq two times for four years and has shell shock :'( and would shoot me.
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This one still makes the rounds every year at camp. My brother is on watch and I hear him shoot. I've hunted with him all my life and can count on two fingers his misses. I had jumped a few deer and was tracking in the snow to him. I see they turned about 75 yards in front of him and go to his left which is Tough on him as he shoots left handed. I left the tracks and go over to him, asking where is it?. He said don't know, I shot and he just kept going behind the doe's. We started walking up thelog road he was standing on and there was this large log down across it. (about where he shot he said) As he swung his leg over the log this four point comes up right between his legs. I was about four feet behind him and I swear his feet were two feet off the ground. He was trying to get his rifle up,yeah right, try to shoot directly between your legs. So he tries to pull his pistol, as the deer keeps trying to get up, his rifle goes flying about ten feet away, and I'm ducking thinking it was going to go off. In his haste to pull the pistol, he grabbed the holster strap. He said he thought very quickly, screw it and fired right through the holster.
He hit the buck back a little and it was in mid air going over the log angling across the road. Must have just dropped on the other side and lay-ed right up against it. Being only 5'8" and the log being over three feet he was going to have to sit on it and swing his legs over and never saw it. I laughed after it was over until I thought i would pee my pants. We still call him cowboy.
Now he either goes around a log or stops and looks over. I scored him 88 for his ride, not sure it was 8 seconds but gave him a score on sheer difficulty.