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Post by bartiks on Oct 2, 2016 11:52:56 GMT -5
Well after psestingerslinger posted it would be nice to read all the first harvests someone got I figured I would start it off, feel free to chime in.
I have hunted majority of my life, but without a consistent place to go so I didn't harvest my first deer, a little 4 point until about 6 years ago.
I was hunting a small 12 acre piece that me and dad own looking towards a bedding area. After sitting there for several hours and contemplating getting up and calling it a morning I figured I would lean my head back against the tree and just listen. I'm sure we've all been there. After about 15 minutes I hear something and look up, sure enough here he comes down the steep hill side about 25 maybe 30 yards from me. By this time I'm shaking so bad I'm surprised the tree didn't lose the remainder of it's leaves. Waited for him to turn broad side and shot, missed. He ran from the echo straight toward me and saw me about 5 yards from me.
Stopped did a 180 and I took the second shot which I thought I had "expertly placed" in the boiler. The deer dropped, after going down to look at him to see where I hit him at, no wound to be found.I thought this was strange, flipped him over and I had hit him in the carotid artery.
I will never forget the look on my dads face, we hugged each other out in the road, like I was 3 and he had just got home from work. A memory I will always cherish.
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Post by ukwil on Oct 2, 2016 12:01:05 GMT -5
Button buck around Brookville Lake. Let's just say I shot at him multiple times. Only weighed about 80lbs, but by my look and reaction you would've thought he was a booner. Been hooked ever since.
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Post by nfalls116 on Oct 2, 2016 12:05:24 GMT -5
prestingerslinger
Who dat?
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Post by M4Madness on Oct 2, 2016 12:13:19 GMT -5
Back in 1995 at age 27, about a month before my December wedding, my future bride's stepfather and two cousins invited me to join them on opening day of firearms season. I accepted, and had to hurry up and purchase a slug gun and scope.
Opening day found us in the Hoosier National Forest along a gas pipeline near Norman. It was just getting daylight when we arrived, and vehicles were parked everywhere. Lol! I walked down the clearcut, turned into the woods, and sat down against a tree overlooking a dry ravine. Within an hour, I heard rustling leaves and saw a doe angling down the opposite side of the ravine at a quick pace. She saw me and stopped dead in her tracks. I fired and she took off running. We tracked her all the way across the road and found her dead. I'd hit her in the neck. Lol!
My first deer on my very first hunt.
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Post by bartiks on Oct 2, 2016 12:15:30 GMT -5
prestingerslinger Who dat? I made the change, apparently copy/paste works so much better then going off of memory.
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Post by (Not Ronald) Reagan on Oct 2, 2016 13:35:01 GMT -5
My first buck was a little 6 pointer I took when I was 11 5 years ago. Dad and I were in an elevated blind we built and the little buck popped out around 45 minutes before sunset. I flipped the buck head over heels with my Mossberg 20 gauge, and as he was down dad and I were so busy celebrating we took our eyes off of that buck and he somehow was able to get up and run away (that was a hard lesson to learn but a necessary one to never take your eyes off you kill). We went out after him after about 45 minutes and after looking for about an hour we couldn't find him. And decided to try back in the morning. That was the most sleepless night of my life, and certainly one of the most stressful. I had school the next morning so dad went out looking and found him laying dead in a creek, however coyotes got to him overnight. When I got called out of school that was the best feeling I've ever felt, and when I saw that little 6 pointer laying in the field, it was the coolest feeling ever. I'm still disappointed I didn't get to eat him, but anyway that's my first deer!
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Post by duff on Oct 2, 2016 17:58:34 GMT -5
1995, 19 yrs old. Had hunted 3 yrs prior with bad luck only. Opening day of archery. Was in a stand that had a trail but wasn't feeling it so got down to the edge of a secluded field. 20 min later an 80 pound doe nearly ran me over. I saw brown in the sight, let the arrow go and sunk it to the fletchings through the white patch.
No one in my family hunted. all my buddies were away. I called dad from my uncles house and waited. Mom and dad helped track it about 60 yrds. Mom left and dad helped me gut it. He has a very weak stomach so it was bad. I had an 8" boot knife and sunk it right into the gut😂
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Post by duff on Oct 2, 2016 17:59:08 GMT -5
1995, 19 yrs old. Had hunted 3 yrs prior with bad luck only. Opening day of archery. Was in a stand that had a trail but wasn't feeling it so got down to the edge of a secluded field. 20 min later an 80 pound doe nearly ran me over. I saw brown in the sight, let the arrow go and sunk it to the fletchings through the white patch. No one in my family hunted. all my buddies were away. I called dad from my uncles house and waited. Mom and dad helped track it about 60 yrds. Mom left and dad helped me gut it. He has a very weak stomach so it was bad. I had an 8" boot knife and sunk it right into the gut😂 Best meaet I ever tasted though!
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Post by arlowe13 on Oct 2, 2016 19:45:06 GMT -5
It took me 4 years of hunting to kill my first deer. I started officially hunting seriously (and alone) at 12 years old in HNF. I wasn't able to seal the deal until I was 16 (2002), in the same part of HNF. Man did I learn a lot in those 4 years! When it finally happened, I had just received a new muzzleloader for my birthday and used it during ML season to drop a doe at 75 yards with iron sights. My dad and sister were a few hundred yards from me and heard the shot and came to see what I shot right away. That was the last year I hunted in HNF.
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Post by urbanguy on Oct 2, 2016 20:17:01 GMT -5
22 years old, sitting in a chair next to my hunting buddy. A button buck walks right next to us, my buddy had to lean back in his hair and I shot at 5 yards...on the ground. We were losing it! DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN!?!?!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 7:37:38 GMT -5
My 1st harvest was 1985 opening day gun season, age 24 We called it the monsoon year. It rained and rained and rained, but warm. I took a 4pt buck on Saturday morning. It was my third or forth year out. Out of seven hunters, I was the only one to get one that weekend. It was great, I had two weeks off and enjoyed every minute of it. I started bow hunting the following year.
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Post by tynimiller on Oct 3, 2016 7:55:49 GMT -5
My first doe....I sat in a treelounge all day, and refused to come in as I barely had time to hunt and despite not having the good gear or clothing I do now I told my father I wasn't coming in till I got something this day. I was like 14 I think. I sat in the treelounge until I was absolutely frozen, I'm talking teeth chattering cold...was about to throw the tag in and a doe walked up and bedded. She was small, probably a second year doe. I wasn't gonna shoot...but the longer I sat there and the cold now was pain in my boots I thanked God for the chance and squeezed off a round and she never got up. I was pumped...and instantly warm...
I'll save my first buck story for another time. I wrote about it for class when I was 16...have to find it sometime and share.
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Post by Jamie Brooks 1John5:13 on Oct 3, 2016 10:29:01 GMT -5
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Post by 3ptbuck on Oct 3, 2016 14:23:56 GMT -5
My first ever was in 99 when I was 15. I had borrowed a friends Knight Wolverine muzzle loader and was walking trails around our house that set back in a large woods. I came out of 1 side of the woods onto another friends property behind his lake and saw a muskrat swimming by. Knew he hated them so I somehow head shot it swimming across the lake and after telling him, I headed back into the woods. I didn't go 50yds when I saw a doe cross the trail in front of me. Dropped to a knee and made what I thought was a doe call with my mouth and it turned and started back towards me through the brush off the trail. At 15yds, still on my knee, I took the shot on what I though was a perfectly broadside deer. Ended up shooting it in the white patch, traveled down the spine and came out high behind the opposite shoulder. Of course it dropped in its tracks and I ran back home to get help which turned out to be my mom. We drug the yearling doe back to our yard and I had to go get my neighbor to teach me how to field dress it lol.
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Post by featherduster on Oct 3, 2016 14:52:37 GMT -5
My first was in 1974 on a warm November Saturday afternoon I got it with my 1973 Mercury Monterey.
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Post by bill9068 on Oct 3, 2016 15:27:08 GMT -5
My first was a 8 point back around 1975-6, was muzzleloader hunting with my dad in December, I remember it was cold and I was about to say screw it around 7:30 am because my feet were ice blocks and my can pepsi froze on stand, windchill was below zero and temp was about 15. I was wearing uninsulated rubber boots made for rain and had on a green army jacket with orange sock hat and jersey gloves. I heard a noise coming at me from behind the tree I was in, home made blind wooden 2x4 steps. I turned to see a nice looking 8 point 15 yards from me so I cocked the hawken muzzleloader and swung the barrel on the deer who still had not seen me. I lined him up with iron sights and shot at about 25 yards, he was still moving when I shot and fell dead in his tracks. I had never killed or gutted a deer then so my dad made me do it but explained every step. I remember putting my frozen hands in that chest cavity and loving the warm wet blood thawing my hands. First deer I'd seen all season that year but I only hunted maybe 3-4 times till that day, after that seaon I was hooked and hunted every chance I got to. I think that was my 3 or 4th year to hunt, never even had a chance to shoot till then.
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Post by psestingerslinger on Oct 3, 2016 17:13:12 GMT -5
My first deer was shot on November 22nd 2003. I would have been 11 years old. I had hunted a lot with my dad never being able to actually hunt just watching he did not feel I was ready to handle a gun. My grandpa on the other hand would let me hunt. I remember to this day him taking me to Walmart and telling me now don't tell your dad I'm buying you this hunting license. Anyway dad asked me the day before who I wanted to hunt with him or grandpa and Of course I told him grandpa. He was letting me use his old 16 gauge bird gun. He put me in a spot and told me to sit there he only gave me 2 slugs. Told me to keep one in my pocket. Only have one loaded at a time. I hadn't been sitting there for more than 20 mins before I was asleep. I'm woken up I don't know how much later by the sound of footsteps right behind me. I turn around and look not 5 yards behind me was what I thought was the biggest buck I'd ever seen in real life or on the t.v. I slowly reached for my gun that was leaning up against a tree and that spooked the buck to run up a hill. I don't remember much after that besides I stood up don't think I really aimed I was so excited shot and dropped him in his tracks. I had killed a broken under 50 inch 7 point and to this day i have 4 other trip gets mounted but that one is my favorite even if it small on the way. Still remember the excitement my grandpa had and my dad once we told him I shot it. He was a little jealous he didn't get to be there but boy was he excited for me! He told me he lost the rack when I wanted to show my family from out of town around Christmas I was pretty upset...little did I know come March It was on the wall as my birthday present. Can't wait to pull that trick on my son or daughter.
First deer are always something to remember no matter size. Still hunt that same tree from time to time just to relive the moment.
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Post by medic22 on Oct 3, 2016 17:53:23 GMT -5
I dont remember when it was, i think I was 12 so would have been 1995.
I was out with dad and grandpa sitting on a hill. A doe came through with a buck in tow. They shot the buck, i shot the doe.
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Post by raymar on Oct 7, 2016 22:00:09 GMT -5
My first came when I was 15 with an old Polaris pse bow that was a 29 I checked draw and I was 6ft 4 in so it was way to small on a 8ft ladder stand. It was a doe and my dad joked as it was luck. He used to hunt with what recurve back in the old days and had only started hunting with a now again to take me. He said it was luck but the next day I took a 6pt out of same stand and I can remember them both as if it was yesterday. I actually took my first five deer with a bow. I would give anything for that old bow back as I could really shoot well with the old aluminum Easton arrows and cheap cobra sight.
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Post by Jamie Brooks 1John5:13 on Oct 7, 2016 22:01:47 GMT -5
My first came when I was 15 with an old Polaris pse bow that was a 29 I checked draw and I was 6ft 4 in so it was way to small on a 8ft ladder stand. It was a doe and my dad joked as it was luck. He used to hunt with what recurve back in the old days and had only started hunting with a now again to take me. He said it was luck but the next day I took a 6pt out of same stand and I can remember them both as if it was yesterday. I actually took my first five deer with a bow. I would give anything for that old bow back as I could really shoot well with the old aluminum Easton arrows and cheap cobra sight. From the looks of those coyote pelts, I'd say you are a quick learner.
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