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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 16:50:40 GMT -5
I was reliving some hunts in the scrapbook and thought this might make a good topic. We've had a day of bickering around here, let's bury the hatchet and have some fun. Mine was, hands down, opening morning of 2009. My buddy and I started out on our lease in Metamora. We weren't hunting more than 250 yds apart, both hunting the Powerline edges. At about 8am, I heard the shot from his muzzleloader and even saw the smoke coming from the cedar tree he was in. I got the text, his biggest deer ever was down. It was a big racked deer, but the body was the biggest I've ever personally seen. I wouldn't be surprised if it would approach 300 pounds live weight. We celebrated and decided to move to a farm on the Whitewater River about 3 miles away so I could try my luck there. When we got there, the farmer was cutting corn. We decided to give it a go any way. I still hunted for a while and at 10:30, I downed my biggest net score deer (second biggest gross). We were ecstatic. Both had our biggest bucks, hunting together within 3 hours! Our truckload of antlers drew a nice crowd at the 52 pickup in Brookville that morning! My buck netted 145 4/8 and my buddy missed the book by 4 inches, netting 136. What's your greatest hunt story?
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Post by deadeer on Nov 19, 2014 17:03:12 GMT -5
Great idea for a topic. I will post later. Thanks.
Jay
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Post by deerhunter23 on Nov 19, 2014 17:13:13 GMT -5
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Post by 10point on Nov 19, 2014 17:53:36 GMT -5
It would be hard to pick just one. Just had lots of good memories going through my mind thinking about this.
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Post by chubwub on Nov 19, 2014 18:33:48 GMT -5
It's February goose season 2013, Atterbury. 39 people have checked in before us to hunt geese. Our prospects are not looking good. The geese here are highly educated and constantly harassed.
We manage to find a lone pair of geese right in the middle of one of the larger lakes. They are incredibly smart and instead of taking off they swim out of gun range. We try to sneak around the levee and they notice the direction we head and swim in the opposite direction. We do this elaborate cat and mouse game for about 20 minutes.
By this point my fiance is giggling about how smart these geese are and tells me that he has an idea. He proceeds to move the truck up in clear sight of the geese and makes a show of walking back and forth on the dock. The geese honk at him and make a huge fuss but stay firmly out of range. He gestures for me to start walking a trail around to a hidden cove about 300 yrds down. About 5 minutes later, he shows up and tells me to get ready. I look at him quizzically but take the safety off my gun and look at him in anticipation. All of a sudden I can hear honking of geese that are getting ready to take off. Without missing a beat, my fiance hits the goose call but it sounds differnt to me as if he is simulating a panic call and as if by magic these 2 geese appear in front us. As soon as they appeared they knew they screwed up and frantically tried to backpedal with their wings.I hear my fiance laugh and he says "They're dead, kill them." 4 shots resonate and a moment later the old crafty geese have hit the water dead on impact.
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Post by duff on Nov 19, 2014 19:51:19 GMT -5
It would be hard to pick just one. Just had lots of good memories going through my mind thinking about this. Same thought i had.
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Post by firstwd on Nov 19, 2014 21:14:52 GMT -5
It would be hard to pick just one. Just had lots of good memories going through my mind thinking about this. Same thought i had. Same here. I guess my most recent favorite memory is from this year. After 5 years, with every year getting more intense and dedicated, my daughter killed her first ever deer. It was a fawn button buck during the last hour, of the last day. of her last youth hunt. While not a "wall hanger" the sheer amount of excitement or emotional overload I got to see her experience makes all I do and have done all these years completely worth it.
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Post by scrub-buster on Nov 19, 2014 22:37:22 GMT -5
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Post by firstwd on Nov 19, 2014 22:47:13 GMT -5
How many of us spent our early years in stand a lot like that one?
Pretty cool that your number one memory story is a hunt reliving memories.
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Post by drs on Nov 20, 2014 5:22:20 GMT -5
It would be hard to pick just one. Just had lots of good memories going through my mind thinking about this. Hard for me to pick just one too, 10point. But, I guess one that is most outstanding is my VERY FIRST Squirrel Hunt with my Grandparents (on my Dads side). I remember that opening day of Squirrel season back in 1956, I was 6 years old, (too young to hunt with a firearm) & can even remember what I had for breakfast, before my Grandparent picked my Brother and me up, as at that time, we lived in Washington, Indiana (in Town) near my Dads office. My Grandparents lived North of Washington on HWY 57, and the woods we hunted was near Glendale owned by the Williams family. Remember my Grandmother packed-up a big lunch for all of us, and especially remember seeing my Grandfather shooting the first Squirrel of the day. We spent the whole day hunting Squirrels and this particular hunt, my first one, has to be my most memorable one. On the subject of Deer Hunting, my most memorable one was bagging my first Deer, a 130 pound Doe at Crane. I've hunted several states since and each and every one has a memory; some memories were funny and all very exciting. Just wish that my Dad had more time to hunt with me, when I was growing-up. We were planning to go on a Pheasant Hunt, on a farm in Iowa, as soon as he retired, but he passed away at the age of 61, due to an accident. So I never attempted to go out to Iowa for that much anticipated Pheasant Hunt.
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Post by dbd870 on Nov 20, 2014 7:26:12 GMT -5
Pretty hard to choose; I guess I'll go with JDUB's first deer. It was at a Youth Hunt when he was 10; it had been raining quite a bit that weekend and so it was Sunday morning, however it looked like it was going to move out that morning so I asked him if he wanted to go out and sit and see if something would get up and move once the system started to clear out - he was up for it and we were in a blind anyways so we went and sat for a while and sure enough it let up. It was just misting and off to my left I see a deer. I told him "deer at 3 OClock" or something like that he was watching the other direction so he had to get shifted around to make the shot. I was a little concerned he was going to alert the deer but he got it done; the deer did look at us and I was thinking to myself JW you need to shoot now - seemed like it took forever him to make the shot but he got it done and dropped a fork in place with my 357Maximum rifle. I was grinning and doing a fist pump when it went down; think that was the most excited I've been on a successful hunt.
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Post by Woody Williams on Nov 20, 2014 8:02:56 GMT -5
Pretty hard to choose; I guess I'll go with JDUB's first deer. It was at a Youth Hunt when he was 10; it had been raining quite a bit that weekend and so it was Sunday morning, however it looked like it was going to move out that morning so I asked him if he wanted to go out and sit and see if something would get up and move once the system started to clear out - he was up for it and we were in a blind anyways so we went and sat for a while and sure enough it let up. It was just misting and off to my left I see a deer. I told him "deer at 3 OClock" or something like that he was watching the other direction so he had to get shifted around to make the shot. I was a little concerned he was going to alert the deer but he got it done; the deer did look at us and I was thinking to myself JW you need to shoot now - seemed like it took forever him to make the shot but he got it done and dropped a fork in place with my 357Maximum rifle. I was grinning and doing a fist pump when it went down; think that was the most excited I've been on a successful hunt. I recall it very well! There was a bunch of happy people there that morning..
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Post by henson59 on Nov 20, 2014 9:25:35 GMT -5
My favorite hunting memory is about to repeat itself this weekend just like it does every year at this time. Deer camp with my family for the IL gun season is my favorite memory I have of hunting. 4 cousins, an uncle, my brother and dad all in camp and its some of the best memories I have.
Even though the hunting isn't really that good anymore the time we spend in camp together makes the trip worth it.
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Post by Woody Williams on Nov 20, 2014 9:36:51 GMT -5
My favorite hunting memory is about to repeat itself this weekend just like it does every year at this time. Deer camp with my family for the IL gun season is my favorite memory I have of hunting. 4 cousins, an uncle, my brother and dad all in camp and its some of the best memories I have. Even though the hunting isn't really that good anymore the time we spend in camp together makes the trip worth it. ^^^^ THIS As we get older we realize that the best hunting memories are not putting that great buck on the ground, but fellowship with friends and family. I truly miss those times when we used to gather at the Ebenezer Church grounds with 10 to 12 friends and family to just enjoy each other's company. Times have changed and some have moved on and some have passed on. I'm the Last of the Mohicans there now.... It is not near as much fun anymore...
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Post by shouldernuke on Nov 20, 2014 12:54:39 GMT -5
The year was 2001 first year OBR it was the first year my two sons and I all got to share the woods .My oldest was on his first bow hunt as he had hunted with gun for almost 6 years he was 12 my youngest 10 was to small to draw enough pounds to bow hunt but he was ready to gun hunt and then some but his eys were poor and he shot badly and did not see well but after they were correct he was good to go . And I was just dad who had hunted for 25 years taking my sons to the woods on a year of firsts . The opening evening of bow season saw my oldest and I about 100 yards apart not in view hunting he on a creek crossing and me on the Food plot as the shots would be longer than he should take his shot would be max 15 yards .We both killed a buck that evening .I never heard his bow go off and we did not have cell phones .So I just assumed my buck was the only one to go down just about 30 min before legal was over . He had killed his buck a full hour before me and He simply pulled it up out of the creek and set on stand to let me have my hunt .I would of jumped off stand for him and his deer in a second without thought to help him and he knew it and just wanted me to enjoy my hunt and his time on stand . We did not shoot doe back then so the season at the farm was done till my youngest and I would go to the woods on opening day of gun to get after them bucks . FYI there was no youth hunt !!!!!! They wanted to hunt with the big guys and it kept them in it when others quit !<---- The main reason I am against youth season is it is not the way I and my boys went out hunting on our first hunts and we were part of something much bigger than just ourselves and a couple of days .Nothing wrong with tradition in this case ..LOL That gun opener saw me and my youngest in a box blind with hot chocolate and sandwiches it was very cold and trace of snow on the ground .At about 11:15 after a bit of convincing him to just stay a bit longer this big booker walked out at 60 yards following a doe and he cut him down with one shot from his little 20 ga. That season will likely be my #1 hunting memory a middle aged dad ,a 12 year old bow hunter and a 10 year old gun hunter who all on the first hunt of the year made it happen and the bucks that fell to them .Along with all the other trappings involved to make it what it is my best hunting memory .The kills the people involved the other hunters who were there to share these days and help my sons grow into men to be proud of and hunters that many only wish they were .My youngest is now 23 and oldest is 25 and some of those men have left us .One day all they will have the memory that we share !Thats ok too it keeps it alive forever . Here are a few pics enjoy of my best memory.
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Post by drs on Nov 20, 2014 13:25:43 GMT -5
Nice story & fine Bucks. Thanks for sharing this memory of yours, shouldernuke.
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Post by dadfsr on Nov 20, 2014 13:53:05 GMT -5
The look in Danf's eyes when he came and got me after shooting his first buck (it was just a button buck but still a trophy!!). He was sitting next to a tree when it came through, he shot and it continued to come right through next him-leaving a blood splatter on his boot when it ran by and then dropped just a few yards away The grin from ear to ear the look in his eye is one that I'll never forget!!!
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Post by 10point on Nov 20, 2014 13:57:45 GMT -5
The look in Danf's eyes when he came and got me after shooting his first buck (it was just a button buck but still a trophy!!). He was sitting next to a tree when it came through, he shot and it continued to come right through next him-leaving a blood splatter on his boot when it ran by and then dropped just a few yards away The grin from ear to ear the look in his eye is one that I'll never forget!!! And I thought it was helping me get 2 bucks out in 3 days last week.
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Post by squirrelhunter on Nov 20, 2014 18:33:19 GMT -5
It was 11/19/93 when I lived in Kentucky.I was hunting on the ground in a friends 80 acre woods that was shaped like a W. I was about half way back hunting half way down 1 of the center hills when a big 8 pointer came from behind and walked right passed me about 10 feet away. I had a salt lick and some scents set up about 40 yards away at the bottom of the hill. He only stopped 1 time before he stopped at the scents.He's the first deer I've got and hanging on my wall.Shot him with my Ruger New Model Super Blackhawk 44 mag. I had to drag him 80 yards up about 45 degree hill and between 1/4 and 1/2 miles to the edge of the woods. Hardest 3 1/2 hours of my life.
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Post by budd on Nov 20, 2014 21:48:49 GMT -5
Killing my first deer at age 12 with my Mom hunting with me, watching my son shoot his first deer and bear, watching 2 nephews shooting their first bear and deer...goes on and on. Not so much about my kills anymore but watching others being successful.
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