05-04-2011, 09:19 PM | #1 |
Junior Woodchuck
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The First Deer
Regardless if you still hunt or not, I reckon every guy remembers his first deer...probably better than his first kiss.
What was your first? (deer) |
05-04-2011, 09:24 PM | #2 |
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Two year old doe, 50 yards, double lung shot. She made it about 20 yards and fell over.
I was 17, and used an old Ithaca single-shot 20 ga.
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05-04-2011, 10:17 PM | #3 |
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Nine or ten years old, before I lost my dad.
Harvested it with a .22, in the right eye. That's where he told me to shoot it, so I did. Don't remember if it was a doe or antlerless buck. But it didn't have horns. Thinking of the g'son I'm raising, how different the world has become. |
05-04-2011, 10:42 PM | #4 |
Junior Woodchuck
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Shucks, compared to you guys I was an old timer before my first deer hunt took place.
Out in the Sacramento Mtns of New Mexico where I hunted there was a steep almost barren mtn that nobody messed with...for good reason. I got the idiot notion in my head this was where all the mule deer were hiding. I was 15 and the kid with me was 14. We started up this mountain and soon realized we were scaling the Matterhorn. After MUCH clawing and gasping and near heart attacks we reached the crest...only it wasn't the crest. The damn thing curved around a bit and then rose ANOTHER couple hundred feet with nothing on top... but I suspect two open graves with our names on them. We didn't have the strength to go on and started down the middle this roughly "U" shaped mtn. At least now there were some trees and brush where something could have hidden. Half way down we spooked a doe and fawn. They started bouncing up the side of the main peak. Both of us mighty hunters started fumbling and trying to find our asses and our rifles. Just to give you idea how steep this mountain from hell was....the deer had to stop and rest part way up. Mighty Rat shot the doe and my pistollero shot the fawn. I had borrowed Savage 99 in 300 Savage. Don't remember what the hell he had. We field dressed them and somehow packed their asses back down and off to our camp. Not very impressive kills by any standard and memorable more for the deadly effort of the hunt than the results. Regardless, me and my great doe went home and my Pa showed his butchering skills. We et the poor deer and I felt like I'd really brought home the bacon. |
05-05-2011, 04:51 AM | #5 |
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My very first whitetail kill was finishing off what a car started. Badly mangled & suffering doe, I cut it's throat with my Buck knife. I sat there for a good while wondering why it had to be.
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05-05-2011, 05:24 AM | #6 |
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The waste of deer kilt by cars across the land is appalling for sure, Boon. Hell of a waste of good meat.
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05-05-2011, 05:37 AM | #7 |
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05-05-2011, 10:40 AM | #8 | |
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Quote:
Had a friend who got lots of deer that way. He'd listen to the police scanner and when he heard someone hit a deer, he went out to see if he could get some. He rarely got an entire animal, but usually at least got some edible portions.
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