Deer Hunting stories

[SSG Johnson]

I for one love to read hunting stories and its even better with a pic if you like someones story give them some Rep. If you dont then dont.......Ill put mine up when I get some more time.
Dont forget the ones that got away also those are some of the best stories we could learn from each others mistakes.

[RedEye_Allen]

This is a Exert From the Book i Am Currently Writeing about The Memories i have of Being in the Outdoors with My Fatther Before he Passed away


A First time for Everything

This is the Story of the First Time i went Hunting and the excitement beforehand

"Allen, Want to Go deer hunting with me ? " Words that even now i remember hearing at 4 years old. I didn't know what to think. I always remember my dad carrying his shotgun into the house on a Saturday Evening but i never knew what it was for. I said i'd go so we went to wallmart where he bought me some mini sized camo's. I still love the smell of new hunting cloths. Just the Warmth that comes from them. That night i had to go to bed real early because we were geting up at 3 am . I don't think i had got up that early since i was a baby.

That morming he came into my room and shook me awake. "You ready to go huntin' boy ?" . "uhhhhh" I remember saying and he laughed. I ate a bowl of Oatmeal and Put on a thick jacket. It was a Cold morning. I hoped into his old Datsun truck and we left for Bamburg. I Slept all the way there. We Stoped at The Old shack were we got breakfast in the mornings. We sat around and talked to the other hunters before leaving from there at about 6 am .

We went on out to the club house were everyone was gathering up for the morning meeting , Prayer and Tag Grab. We got Number 21. That is usually a Middle Stand , A Good spot on most Properties. For this Hunt we were going to the Dairy Farm. We Loaded up on the Trucks, I Still Remember Riding with "ChainSaw" in the Front seat because it was still cold and misty that Morning , They Droped us at the edge of the field because my dad didn't want to spook any of the deer that might still be sleeping.

We Walked for a Good 10 Minutes Until we Came to a Spot where the Kudzo Vine went down a enbankment to a Wooded area. My Dad liked the look of the spot so we set up are chairs. I was so excited that i kept asking questions and talking about everything. He told me to be quiet so the deer wouldn't run away. I got a little bored so i took the spare jacket out of my chair seat and laid it down on the grass. I Was asleep in No time. I woke up about a hour later to the Baying of dogs behind a deer. My dad put his finger to his lips and pointed to the bottom of the hill where the dogs where headed. Out ran a Buck, "Boom, Boom Boom " My ears were ringing but it wasn't over yet. My Dad yelled for the Bird shot. I dug through my Jacket that i was laying on and found the shell Tossed it to him and he finished the deer off. Then he had to go to the bottom of the hill and Drag it back up.

Four long antlers, i counted them with the tips of my fingers. I was smiling and happy. My dad was just as happy as i was because that was just the first hunt of the morning. I Started singing " My Daddy shot a Four Point, My Daddy shot a Four Point" I think i sang that all Day long . I Remember geting it back to the Hunting club house and Watching them Clean the deer. My dad always had a sharp knife so it was pretty fast.

On the rest of the hunts that day we Didn't see anything, But i continued to talk about it even on the stand. I Think for the Next month or Two that was all i Talked about.

This is Probly My Favorite Story, I will Post some More when i Get the Chance. Takes A Little bit out of me every time i write about these Stories. Hope Everyone Enjoys and Doesn't my the Bad Spelling i haven't had a Chance to Spell Check it yet

[centralcalcat]

I was hunting Kodiak Island back in November of 1999. I hiked out of camp alone for the first day of my hunt. I hiked about 1/2 mile outside of camp and setup with my grunt and rattling antlers on a hillside above an alder patch. I waited until day break and began rattling aggresivly throwing in a grunt here and there. Within the first five minutes I heard what sounded like a freight train coming through the brush. Them bam out came a beautiful 3X3 about 30yards out. One quick shot right behind the shoulder and he dropped. Exited and on Kodiak island (known for big bears) I let out a holler. Well one of my partners heard me who was making his trip out form camp and came to see what the comotion was about. After patting me on the back he wanted to know if he could use my rattling antlers while I dressed out my buck. I gave them to him and he went on the backside of the hill I was on (about 100 yards away from me). He could no thave been there more then 5 minutes and Bang I heard a shot and then a holler. He had shot a beuftiful 4X4. We yelled back and forth for a minute congradulating each other and keeping the bears away. Well we both went we back to dressing our deer when I had had that feeling that something was watching me. I looked up and there was the biggest sitka blacktail I had ever seen walking straight at me from the direction where my partner had shot his deer. i quickly took a rag and wiped the blood from my hands. Picked up my rifle and aimed. As I aimed he faced me and put his hed straight up. The shot was only about 30ft at this point so I took the head on shot. Bam direct hit, bt he spun and ran full speed. I quickly chambered a second round and took a running shot at him bam. I am not sure if I closed my eyes or what, but he dissappeared. I went to the place where I origannally shot him. Blood and hair. I followed the blood trail form the original shot right to him, both shots had hit true.

Both my and my friends buck's that morning went B&C mine went 132 7/8" (bottom for b&C for sitka blacktail is 118") Ther were three of us hunting together that trip and overall we harvested 15 deer 13 bucks and 2 does. We for the rest of the trip say an average of 50-60 deer a day 35-40 being bucks forked or better. We also saw 13 different Bears in the nine day trip. I was attacked once and we had several stand offs, but that is a story for another time.

-Brian

[SSG Johnson]

Me and my hunting buddy had hunted all morning coming home about 2:00 in the afternoon to get a bit to eat and then he said he had to get going home and wasnt going to hunt that evening. My wife said she wanted to go hunting so I decided that we would go together. When we went out to the truck to go back to where we had hunted that morning my buddy pulled back up and said "man we have to go to this new place". My buddy, my wife and I went out to this farm which I had never hunted and when we arrived he said you guys can take one end of the feild and ill take the other. My self and my wife sat together as she is a green horn at best when it comes to hunting. She was armed with a 20 gauge pump which I had given her the christmas before. I was armed with a Russian M44 7.62X54. I was briefing her on how far she could shoot and had told her if a deer comes out further that she could use my rifle.
Not long after we heard shots we hadnt been there more than 30 mins. when boom, boom I could here shots coming from where my buddy had gone. I told her to get ready and then again anouther boom I remember thinking what is he in a fire fight over there or what..........
All of a sudden we see a deer move into the field not running just walks out about 100 yrds from us I could see that it was a buck and handed her my rifle she quickly handed it back and said "Im not shoting that thing". I was getting pretty preturbed to say the least and finally took the shotgun from her and told her to shot. As she aimed the rifle I could see the barrel moving around and thought man she will never make this shot.
Finally she shot and I see the deer squat down then turn and run to the wood line. I grabbed the rifle from her and took off running in the direction that the deer had gone. As I took off she yelled "JUST LET HIM DIE IT WAS A GOOD HIT" remember as I said before she is as green as grass. I knew that she had missed and continued on. As I approached the spot the deer was standing looking for blood that I knew wasnt there I found nothing. I moved toward the woodline and just looked into the woods where the deer had gone and I see a buck he looks like he is trying to get up and moving his head left and right then it would go back down. Again the buck raised up and moved his head left and right and then went back down. I remember thinking well Ill be she did hit the buck. Boom anouther shot from my friend. Again the buck raised up but this time it became clear to me what he was doing he was down in a dip and was raising his head into a branch and going back down and making a scape. When I realized what was going on the buck turned and looked at me it was at the exact moment that both of us (Me and the buck) realized what the other was doing. As he turned broad side I leveled down and shot killing the big boy. My wife thought for a long time that she had killed the buck and told everyone that she did it was not until she heard the story from my buddy did she realize that indeed she had missed needless to say she was not very happy and didnt hunt with me last year this year she want to hunt again.

[Kutter]

The first Time I ever went deer hunting, was back in 76'. My wife's uncle, Casey, was a legend in the family for his hunting and trapping. He was out hunting something or other from October through January and asked me to tag along that year for the first weekend of deer season. I didn't own a rifle or shotgun capable of taking down a deer, so he loaned me a 20 ga single shotgun and gave me a handful of slugs. He had a ground blind, made up from fallen limbs, next to the one pond to be found in that area, and told me to sit in there till he came back for me. Up to that point, I knew nothing about deer hunting. I had been squirrel hunting before, but that was the extent of my huntin knowledge. I sat there waiting all day till he showed up about dark to get me. Didn't see any deer all day. The next day, he took me to a different spot, where he had found a trail the day before. Where the trail crossed a fence line, he showed me the tracks in the trail and the hair on the barb wire where the deer had jumped the fence. I sat there watching, all day till about an hour before dark. All of a sudden, I heard a strange sound I had not heard in the woods before, sort of a tinkling sound. My heart was pounding as the sound came closer and I could see shadows moving closer toward me through the trees along that trail. Then they busted into sight and jumped the fence. There were 12 of them. Goats! Stinking goats, with one of them wearing a bell around it's neck. That had been the sound I had heard. I realized real quick at that instant, that uncle Casey was NOT the great hunter we had thought he was. I was still hooked on deer hunting, but from there on end, I new I had a lot of learning to do and it wouldn't be coming from him. LOL