Great stories

[toucs]

I just thought we should tell some of our best stories, funny or not.

[toucs]

I hunted a new stand one evening. I had a nubbie come in, and after watching him for 1/2 hr, I realized that I only had one shot on him, and it wasn't the best. The next morning after church, I was going to cut some shooting lanes, not too many. My wife said that I had to take the boys, 3 and 7, because she needed a break. We have four. When we were walking out into the woods, I told the boys, don't touch anything, or as little as possible, they are boys you know. While I was cutting he boys, of course, decided to play swords with branches and touch everything God put in the woods. That night I was sitting in my stand. An eight pointer came in, but the one behind him was huge. I couldn't even count the points, literaly. He was a freak. The "freak" buck got to within one step, again literally, of being in one of my new shooting lanes. He suddenly stopped and started smelling a sapling. I realized he was in the same area as my boys played, where I had told them not too. I gave them a special area which they promptly left. He smelled and lip curled and left. I grounded the boys when I got home. HAHAHAHA

[bloodtrailer]

LMFAO ;D ;D ;D ;D

[rreda]

My story just happened 5 minutes ago.

I was just out in my back yard practicing with my broadheads at 20 yds. I had just pulled my arrows and had walked back to my bow, I turned around to see a doe standing half way between me and the target!!! She stood there just looking at me, and there I am with a broadhead nocked looking at her. Then she just walked away. Right behind her was a little spotted fawn. At least the fawn ran past me!

The season opens next Saturday. I can smell the backstraps cooking now!

[toucs]

2 years ago, I got up and my wife asked me to stay for an hour and help with the kids before I went out in the woods. It was Nov 9th, so why not. ERRRR. So being the good husband, I did. When I went out, I decided to lay a scent drag of hot doe pee, the good stuff. As I was laying the scent trail, it came with a dropper, so I was walking backwards and laying the trail. I was about 50 yds into it, when I turned around and saw the buck all the gun hunters called bullwinkle staring at me with a doe. They were about 40 yds away and staring at me with there heads cocked. Probably because I was balancing this bow, walking backwards and not paying attention to anything. Needless to say, they both survived. Good luck this year, and shoot straight.

[BT]

Some years ago I was in a stand and I heard a deer coming along through the deeper stuff , headed into the clear cut where I was set up.

I was all ready when she came out and walked steadily across the open chopping , providing me with a perfect shot.

I lead her and hit the release.

With a graceful bounce she simply hopped up slightly and the arrow went right below her chest as she continued on.

I quickly nocked another arrow and took a lead on her again and at 30 yards I released.

I watched the arrow fly out towards her in a perfect arch and her fate was sealed.

I thought

As the arrow reached her is simply stopped and it passed her by ,within inches of her chest.

Now she looked directly at me and after a minute bedded

I took a reading on the range finder , nocked another arrow and released.

Back then range finders were split image type and not the greatest.

This one was no exception

The arrow flew harmlessly over her back and buried in the ground 10 yards behind her

My final arrow and now I at least knew the range and she still hadn't moved ;D

So I drew back , held with all my focus on the deer that lay out there @ 35 yards. and then I released.

I watched the arrow sail out and with a solidly smack ringing back to me I watched as she simply laid there looking at me

I could see the arrow sticking right in her shoulder area , a little high but perfect kill shot and still she just laid there.

After a few minutes I couldn't stand it anymore....I had never seen or heard of anything like this .....

And then she stood up! and the arrow stayed down ;D

The butt of a small sapling had caught the arrow a few feet in front of her and she just never reacted to it.

I was out of arrows and we just stood and looked at each other until I finally climbed down out of the tree and spooked her away.

[stilllearning]

Now that is funny. LOL

[stilllearning]

sorry this is son long but I remember this as if it were yesterday.

The Thrill of My first deer

This was going to be my tenth hunting season and I still had not gotten any game. I was now 28 years old and tired of “shooting the moon”, as my uncle Bennett said. But that is another story.
This season started out the same as all the other, my father and I packing our back packs with supplies to last for 3 days at the hunting camp, which by the way we have to walk to through the woods. We arrived and set up camp and headed out.
By that evening the wind was just howling and blowing trees down all around us and did not let up until Wednesday morning the 3rd and last day of our hunt. I decided to head up to what we called Garnet’s park and sit in my late uncle’s stand.
It was calm and cool but nice for sitting and you could hear everything around you plain as day. The trickling of the brook behind me would almost put you to sleep. Not a good idea while sitting a home made tree stand. As I was watching the birds in the trees I said a little prayer that I would at least see a deer on this hunt, when off to my left, not 30 seconds latter, I herd SNAP, the tell tale sign that something was in the area. I turned and look to my left and there before my eyes was a beautiful buck coming in from the left and headed right out in front of me. With adrenalin flowing and heart pumping I stood up and rapped my arm around the tree to steady me, took aim and fired. Nothing. He never even looked sideways and kept on walking as if I was not there and had not shot at him. He continued on until he was right in front of me no more that 25 yards away and turned to walk straight away from me. I put another shell in and fired. Still nothing. He then turned and headed into a small thicket in the middle of the open area. I could still see him moving around in there so up went the rifle and a third shot rang out.
Everything was quit again and I was shore I had missed yet again. I waited for a while to try and get another look at him but again nothing. I decided I had better get down and see if I had hit him so I could track him down. I walked up to were the beast had turned and walked away from me and there was no sign of any blood. Yup I had missed again but I decided to walk on and I got worse news, one small drop of blood. Great I thought now I have a wounded deer and it is going to be hard to track. I continued on, more blood and more until it looked like someone was in there with a line painter putting blood down. I could see very clearly where the deer had turned and headed into this little thicket so I headed in. You could have blown me over with a small breeze at that point because when I stepped in to the spot the deer had gone, their he was dead on the ground. After a quick count I had one point for ever year I had been hunting. A beautiful 10 point buck as my first deer.
I began to open him up taking from memory what my Dad had told me and hoping he would soon come back from his hunt when I decided I needed some guidance from a pro. I dug out my whistle and blew and blew and blew again, for what seamed to be an eternity until finally I got an answer.
Only thing was Dad was headed to the camp and came down the brook not knowing that I needed his help so he started to head on by when I began hollering at him.

“Dad!”
“What?”
“Come here.”
In a tired voice “What for.”
“I need your help.”
“What for?”
“Come here. I need your help”

I could now see him coming through the woods to where I was and he looked frustrated that I had taking him off his line, headed for the camp. As he got so he could see me. He stops and says in a frustrated voice.

“What do you need help with?”
“I have a Ten point buck here on the ground and I do not know what to do next.”

With surprise in his voice.

“No you don’t”
“Then what is this thing at my feet?”

He heads over and I am not sure who was more excited at that point him, for being there when I got my first deer, or me for getting my first deer. After the congratulations and a hug from my Dad. Yes I said hug and proud of it we began getting the deer ready to drag out.
We began dragging at about 12 noon and we arrived at the truck around 4. We then had to go back to the camp and pack up our packs. After that was done walk back out to the truck. By time we had the deer loaded it was dark.
When we got the deer butchered I had a relative do it up for me and he did it boneless. I had no idea what to expect for meat so I weighed it before I put it in the freezer. 133 lbs of boneless meat. Worked it back to what it should have been on the hoof and I figure it was around a 200lb deer. Not bad for a first deer and man oh man was it nice to have my Dad there on my hunt.

[BT]

Thats a great memory

[stilllearning]

I have another one typed out do you want to hear it?