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What was your most memorable whitetail hunt. And what made it so memorable? Give us details.
 

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Back when I was 13 years old my order cousin Frog invited me to deer hunt at his hunting club which was'nt anything but a small area to park there trucks and set up tents up on and 2 guys had pop up campers. The eatting area was around the camp fire. Back in those days groups claimed areas to hunt on. You never heard about leaseing hunting rights back then, it was an un-written law what you claimed was yours to hunt on and most hunters honored that. The one's that did'nt were threated with bodily harm.

The year before I had killed a Doe in a friends huge cornfield that my Dad one afternoon dropped me off at after school and then he went back to work.
Though I did'nt know the game laws back then a herd of doe's finally showed up in an old apple orchard next to the corn field so I picked one out and shot it. It went right down.
Finally my Dad and big brother came to pick me up around 6 p.m that evening and when I told them I had shot a deer my Dad asked what did you get and I said a doe. Man did he come un-glued LOL I got the impression he wanted to get the heck out of there because he said Does were illegal to shoot...I did'nt know that. He turned to Paul my brother and said go help Mike with his deer.
After what seemed 2 hours Paul and I made it back to the car with the deer in tow, we were exhausted.
My Dad was still a little P.Oed to for me killing the doe and haveing to wait so long for us to retrive the deer but he did help 2 young kids put the deer in the trunk.

On the way home I got one heck of a serious lecturn from my dad on what I had done...But as a kid all I knew was it was a deer and I was going to kill it. I did'nt even think about it being illegal.

When we arrived home my Dad called my cousin Frog and asked him if he would come skin the deer and he said he'd be happy to and did.
After the deer was skined, cleaned, quarterd and put in the freezer my cousin Frog said next year your hunting at my deer camp with us. What a long year it was.

My cousin Frog called dad one Friday night and asked to speak to me. He went on to tell me his club was going to be fixing up the deerstands, cleaning up the camp area getting ready for deer season in November, it was early October when he called me.

The next morning around 7:30 Frog picked me up and off we went to his hunting grounds, a couple others of his friends were already there and had a camp fire going. Shortly one by one others showed up.

My cousin had brought along a piece of crap 20 inch worn out push lawn mower that I'd swear had the dullest blade ever.
He said my job was to mow down all the tall grass in the camping area to which I said I'd be happy to and he said I'll come back later to pick you up and you can help work on the deerstands. After awhile they loaded up in the back of Frogs truck and a way they went leaveing me to my task and what a task it turned out to be LOL.

I sure wished my cousin Frog would of started that wornout POS lawn mower before he left out because the cord was'nt any longer than foot long and it took what seemed an hour to get it started, but it finally roard to life . The tall grass I had to mow took a while but I managed and got it done before it ran out of gass.

Frog finally showed back up to pick me up and I saw the strangest thing I've ever seen.
Back then most folks around here who owned a truck also had a boat rack on the bed and so did Frogs truck. When he pulled up to the camping area he had the longest gum tree sapling in the woods tied to his boat rack that stuck out probable 20 foot out in front of his truck.
At the working end of the sapling he had left about foot long cut off limbs for about a foot. I asked him what's the Jalsting pole for he had sticking out in front of his truck and he said it was for driveing up to the deerstands and knocking the dinner plate size wasp nest out from under the deerstand floors.

He went on to tell me my job would be to stand in the back bed of the truck. Untie the end of the sapling and as he manuverd his truck up to the stands I was to use the pole to knock out the wasp nest. As soon as it fell to the ground he would take off real fast and get us out of there. COOL !!!! The pole was to remain tied in the center and I was to work the end of the pole to knock the nest out.

We arrived at the first stand, though being young I had reservations about this but after knocking out the first nest and getting out of there the idea worked like a charm. I had the time of my life doing that LOL . Away we did go to the next stand !

One thing we learned though there was little work we could do on the stands that had wasp nest so the plan was to come back and spray the wasp. We never did though.

Deer season finally opens. Back then our Deer season opened on Mondays the reason I was told was less hunters would be hunting on a week day, back then like some other states Arkansas did'nt have the huge deer herds like we have today.

When daddy got off work the friday evening before the monday morning opener, he helped me load up the food and gear I was takeing and drove me to the deer camp.

He helped me unload, he talked a little while and then left. As the evning wore on others begin to show up. We already had a huge fire going, other hunters from other camps stoped by to talk and carry on.
I though I was in Heaven !!! I was only 14 years old and hearing all these grown up tell storeys and act like kids. I'd never seen grown up act like they were kids again.
A lot of them were well on there way to getting drunk or drunker. You wanna talk about food ??? I'm tell'in you there was so much food of all kinds that wives had cooked up for there husbands to bring to the week end of partying before deerseason opened.
I had never been exsposed to all the repor and drinking, food and fun !!! I even snitched a couple of beers myself and went and hid behind an oak tree to drink them.

Sometime around one in the morning the party was ending with many Pukeing there insides out or later wakeing up in the morning gagging up the to much to drink and food they consummed.
To a kid laying in a sleeping bag in a tent hearing someone not to far off pukeing there insides out was funny.
You would'nt believe how many times I heard someone say Lord !!! If you'll help me I'll never do this again.

When the sun came up Saturday morning they all got sick all over again LOL I never in my young life heard so many grown up's moaning and groaning and dashing off into the woods to take a chit !

Whats interesting, they did it all over again Saturday night to.

By Sunday everyone had pretty much partied out and behaved themselves. Sunday evening most everybody sipped a few beers and sat around the camp fire telling more storys and tales.

For supper that night my mother sent us a huge pot of her Chicken and Dumplings by my Dads brother, Frogs dad.
Everybody there loved them and they hit the spot, boy was they good and i was so proud my ma ma did that. I was actually very surprised she did that for us because she did'nt want me to be where I was at and exposed to all the carrying on . LOL

At around 4:15 a.m monday morning a guy nicked named Bosco yells.. It's time to get up !!!

Nobody wanted to but we did. Bosco was Frogs best friend and he had'nt been down to the camp during the week end partying. He did provide us with a big breakfast for everybody that he had to have cooked up in the wee hours of the morning at his home. Boy was it good !!!

It was time to load up and get on the deerstands so some of us went one way and the others the other way.
I failed to mention we were in the river bottoms in a vast forrest of hardwood and some pine, deep in the woods.

I was placed on stand # 3 on a pipeline rightaway. It was a boxed in stand about 10 feet off the ground. For a chair I had a steel 5 gallon bucket to sit on, turned up side down.
It seemed to be the coldest morning we had ever had to, I was so glad to see the sun comeing up after about an hour and a half of sitting there on that bucket in the dark freezing.

The sun finally came on out and it begin to warm up. As I sat there on that steel bucket I was determined to only move my eyes and head, somewhere around 8:30 I slowly look over my right shoulder and I see a buck with a nice rack heading right to the back of my deerstand.
The stand had about a 2 foot opening that you crawled through to get into the stand so ever to slowly I turned myself towards that opening and readied myself to shoot the deer.
As luck would have it he turned and walked no further than 20 feet behind my stand.
I aimed for his shoulder with my brand new Marlin 30-30 I had got for Christmas the year before.

I let him have it with a Winchester flatnose silver tip !!! He went down and spring back up and ran for the hills.
I stood up and watched him leave the country. I was dumb founded. I thought he would go straight down like that Doe did the year before...What did I do wrong !!!

Well I sit back down on my bucket disappointed as a kid could get, as I sit there I was getting sleepy so I took off my brown cordoroy coat I was wearing and made it into a pillow then curled up on the deerstand floor and fell fast to sleep.

Sometime later I was awaked by a guy named Allen Duggar who had walked up to my stand to see what I had shot. His stand was #2 about a half mile from mine on the same pipe line.
I went to telling him my story about the deer that got away and after I told him he grinned real big and said Mike he did'nt get away, come on down, you hit him good, there's blood everywhere down here. Lets go find him.

So Allen I took off following the blood trail and I'd say less than a 100 yards there layed my 1st. buck.
He was deader than a door knob ! Being a kid then I got all excited. Allen said Mike you've killed a Virginia Blue Deer Congradulations son and a 6 point at that !!!

I said whats a Virginia blue deer ? Allen went on to tell me to look at the color of the deer. It was gray with a blue tint to it.
He went on to say this area was a game reserve that was opened to hunting 4 years ago. The Arkansas game and fish commishion bought and imported deer and stocked them here and some other areas in this part of arkansas.

I asked him if I was in trouble for shooting a blue deer and he assured me I was'nt and with that he and I pulled it back to the pipeline.

Deer season was'nt but a week long back then and I was the only one who killed a legal deer at this camp that year. I was now smitten to be a deer hunter.

After this experience I begged my mother to subscribe just about every hunting magazine available to learn all I could about deer and hunting them. I feel in love with hunting rifles and shotguns. Though I don't live and breathe hunting like I use to. I still go every year and kill one deer and sometimes a few squirrels.

Thanks Plumber for the opportunity to share my most memorable hunt. Though I'm not old I'm well on my way to getting there.
After rereading over this book, it has brought a couple of tears to my eyes and I don't mind telling that.
One reason most of the men I hunted with back then as a kid are know longer with us today.

For some of you that don't hunt, get on out there and get started. There is so much goodtimes and fun to be had. You don't always get to shoot game and thats alright, just getting into the great outdoors is medicine for the mind and soul.

Thanks A.H
 

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Great story AH!!! Thanks for sharing it with us!


I don't have one hunt that stands out over the others but the fondest memories of hunting I have is the yearly hunts my Dad took my brother and I on down in South Texas. We started going when I was a young grade schooler and continued until I was well into my college days. We were only allowed doe because we were hunting on family land that was leased but being able to see those huge bucks was quite a treat for a kid! Plus, the memories of hunting with my dad are those that will always warm my heart. Dad was a Doctor and gone a lot because of it. Those days of hunting and fishing with him brought us much closer together in a common bond. Not a hunt goes by that I don't want to go tell my Dad all about it. May he rest in peace.
 

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Good story AH i sure did like reading that one....
I have so many stories i really would not know where to start..But one that still gets me fired up was the time i took my oldest son after work so we did not have much day light to spare we jumped into the car and only drove 15 minutes away at a park called Mingo. This park allowed licensed hunters to take a buck or a doe provided you had the license...I set my son up in a hollow where the deer seemed to follow a while before entering a feeding field..I watched him sitting there behind a dead standing oak as i was up the rise...In no time i watched a big buck come up his backside and he did not seem to hear the quiet animals approach...My son hunted with a 12 Gauge pumpkin ball that year...He finally saw the rack it was a 12 point counting the brow tines. He stood up as the deer passed him and pulled the single shot shotgun off....and all i saw was the deer stumble and go out of sight.

I ran down after a few minutes and asked him if he had shot him and the boy said that he thinks he may have hit him behind the right shoulder....we looked for blood and found the trail..We followed that deer till dark and was picking up parts of lungs and placing them in our pockets,the trail led out to a power line and we saw in enough light left that the deer laid down in the tall dead grass with a puddle of blood but no deer was there atall..We looked up and there where 5 hunters stationed on the top fields looking down at us, i asked where the deer was and a few said there was no deer that they had seen.

We had told the story to every one and i suspected from the tracks of three men some of those fellas walked down and picked up that deer and moved it for their taking but just never said any thing to the fellas cause i never saw this happen..... it was just a hunch..

Later that week a friend came over our house and mentioned a story about a father and his son that where hunting and how these three fellas at the bar picked up the deer that they shot and hid the big buck till they left.....It was in the same area same time frame.
I knew one of the fellas and knew where his tree stand was and later that night went out and took it down and gave it to my son...He used it for years till he got older and then returned it to the same fella telling him the story ....LOL...rotflmao..at this time the older son was a bigger fella and scared the crap outta this guy that was one of the three that stoled his deer....


I have better ones than that, but that one still has me boiling....I'll maybe write another one later on..Thanks for the thread Plumber......Earl
 

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Earl you were out numbered it was best to do what you did. Leave. That happen to us one time.
It was the same place I told about in my story. A poor old old black man had came onto our hunting grounds. One of our guys shot a deer and then left the deer to go get help getting the deer back to camp.
All of us were tired so when we heard the truck comeing ,we got in it to go help with the deer and then go back to camp.
When we got to the deer there was this old black man standing near where the deer had droped. But no deer. The guy that shot the deer asked the man did you move my deer ? The man did'nt say one word. This guy had a singleshot shot gun and an old military rifle he was hunting with by the way.
It was about 6 to 8 of us, so we spread out to look for the deer and found it just a few feet from where the old man was standing all covered up with limbs and weeds. LOL
The poor old man was shakeing profusively has we got our deer and pulled it back to the truck. There was'nt anymore words said to the old man as we went on our way back to camp.

To this day I wonder where the man came from. He had to had walked a few miles to get to where we found him. I did feel sorry for him because I did'nt know if he was lost or what and it was going to get dark pretty soon. Maybe he made it out.
 

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Texas Hill Country on a grey rainy morning.

I've posted a version of this before in a thread about shooting moving targets but since I can't find it, I'll retell.

We were staying with my inlaws at their property in the Hill Country of Texas. On Saturday morning I awoke just before dawn and could hear a light rain on the roof and it took me a bit before my desire to hunt overcame the desire to crawl back under the covers. But get up I did and got my hunting gear ready. My father-in-law made a brief appearance to wish me luck, but otherwise everything was quiet with that muted silence only a light rain on a grey morning in the country can bring.

It was just getting light when I followed Tom Creek a quarter mile to the back fence where I turned left and started to climb up the hill to the back corner of the property, to "Bob's corner". I had gone about 50 yards and heard the crashing of a deer being startled at what I estimated was about 10 yards inside the Mesquites to my left, inside the fence and maybe 10 yards higher up, and he was heading down toward the creek. As he crashed thru the Mesquite and Cedars I saw the glint of antlers. I scrambled another 5 yds up to a spot where I could sit, on wet rocks, and looked back down the fence line. I hoped the deer would be a good buck, and that he would cross the opening to jump the fence below me. I got into my National Match style sitting position with sling tight around my left arm, aimed down to the fenceline and waited. My mind was in high gear and everything seemed to go into slow motion. I had my Rem 700 30-06 with a fixed 4X scope ready. When I heard some rocks 'spill' downhill about 30 yards, but inside the brush, I took the safety off. My mind was racing through everything I'd learned about marksmanship and had read about shooting moving deer. How fast would he be going? How much should I lead? Did the downhill make any difference?

It was so quiet. Normally down there in the Hill Country on a Saturday morning you'd hear lots of gunfire in the distance. This morning I thought maybe I was the only one dumb enough to get up on a grey rainy morning. Then the deer appeared, looking across the fence right where I though he might cross, at a Cedar right on the fence line. It was a buck! And a good one! He started across and I stopped analyzing and just let everything happen automatically. The deer started across and I could see he was going to jump. I let the rifle swing with him, letting my brain go on it's own. I remember seeing him make the leap and the gun go off. And then nothing! Absolute quiet. No deer running away on the other side of the fence behind the cedar. No deer thrashing. Just quiet. I realized I needed to breathe and only then realized how intense I was. I took several deep breaths and kept at the ready in case he appeared again. I realized I had automatically chambered another round already. Still nothing. It was still a light rain and I felt almost an extacy being part of all this.

After waiting a while longer I gently made my way back down the slippery rocks. Slowly I went around the cedar on the fence line and just 2 yards over the fence there he lay. He was a beautiful 7pt buck, probably 2 1/2 years old.

We had access agreements with the next property owner, an absentee owner of several hundred acres, so I field dressed the deer and went back to the house and my father-in-law got the truck out and we retrieved the deer.

The other thing that made this memorable was that this was the only time I cut myself while opening the rib cage. Ouch. Needed a tetanus shot later that day over in New Braunfels. It was cool enough that we could let him hang in the cool room a couple of days, but I did all the skinning and butchering myself and he fed us for many a meal that year and at every meal I was greatful for the good earth and this blessing.
 

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im with tex, but mine are with my young sons (11).

once we went still hunting, i got up the tree and he sat at the base. at about sunset with prime 30 minutes left, he sounds out with a loud whisper, "dad, its getting dark, time to go?" "not yet, be quiet", i replied. this goes on every five minutes for the next half hour.

finally, when time to leave, i climbed down. he asked "i wonder why we didn't see anything?" i said lovingly, "well, every time the deer got ready to walk out into the field, he heard, "dad, its getting dark, time to go?" and stepped back into the woods".

after that day, he went on to be a successful hunter
 

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Thanks for shairing guys, I enjoyed reading every one of your stories. It's hard to pick out only one, but here's one that stands out.
In 1990, five years after my Dad had a triple bypass, we went back to our hunting spot in northen Minnesota. My Dad went about 200 yards south of the road, and we put up his portable stand. I went another 300 yards south of him. And put up my stand in a large poplar, next to a spruce tree for cover. We got to our stands around 6:45am. At around 9:00am Dad got cold, and started to walk in a large circle to the east, and south. He came up to my stand from the south-east. He was warm, from walking, and I suggested he get in my stand, and I'd walk for him. My stand was on the north end of a half mile long swail that meandered through the woods. On the south end of the swail. there are some large evergreens, that the bucks like to bed down under for cover. I left my Dad, and walked west about 200 yards, than turned south. I turned back east about 300 yards south of the evergreens, and made long zig-zags to the north. when I got about 100 yards from the evergreens I heard a deer crashing through the underbrush. I stopped, and went back west. I didn't want the deer running past my Dad. I started back north about the same place I had come south. Just than I heard a shot to the north-east. It sounded close. And I could hear the bullet hit. Dad said the buck was walking slowly to the north and never knew what hit him. That was Dad's last buck. I took the rack and mounted it with an antler mounting kit from Cabela's. I gave it to him for Christmas.
In 1999 Dad passed away. I shot a buck that year, and caped him out, and had it mounted with Dad's last set of antlers. It hangs in by bedroom. And it's the last thing I see at night, and the first thing I see in the mourning.
Happy hunting to you all. Terry
 

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Terry thanks buddy for a nice story of you and your Dad hunting together. That even brought a tear to my eye's.

I wish I could of went hunting with my Dad one more time, which happened to be not very often.
He worked hard to clothe and feed us and gave up hunting because of work around the time I became a teenager, then my cousin Frog came along and took over takeing me hunting with him.

I'm sure happy to hear you have the mounted rack to remind you of the time(s) with your Dad.
 

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Terry thanks buddy for a nice story of you and your Dad hunting together. That even brought a tear to my eye's.

I wish I could of went hunting with my Dad one more time, which happened to be not very often.
He worked hard to clothe and feed us and gave up hunting because of work around the time I became a teenager, then my cousin Frog came along and took over takeing me hunting with him.

I'm sure happy to hear you have the mounted rack to remind you of the time(s) with your Dad.
Great stories fellas.I had one and posted it but it didn't go without a quote.This pis*ed me off so,no story.This is rediculus.I guess I'll go pout,I can't post what I want.I really enjoyed your stories.Hope the ones that can post will. ,,,sam.
 

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First time I ever hunted I was in my late 20's,first 2 hours on opening day an 8 point stepped out and came right at us.My father in law was with me teaching me how to hunt,he handed me his 270 weatherbymag,and as that deer showed it'self,he told me to shoot it so I fired and put a bullet right through that buck's neck and chest.I surprized myself and him that I did that my first time,it was a clean kill and a no track situation.Shot was about 30 yards away through brushy trees in Michigan.
 

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Well i guess one of my most memorable deer hunts was when i was about 13 in Oregon around 1966 my brother and i went out in the forest on our property where the timber was big, dark, cool, lotsa ferns, moss, BIG slugs, not much brush, i had my BIG POWERFUL $16 303 enfield, Tim had his ho hum .32 winchester special. First light we get there and take a game trail that ran along the side of a slope and big brother tells me ta take a little fork uphill about 30 feet above and around a little berm and i was to stop there, we couldn't see each other but i was to watch the trail and he would watch the trail below, after about 20 min of complete silence i hear him whistle not to loud below me, i had never heard him whistle on a hunt before, then BOOM! i charge down and over the mossy berm and there's AH BEAR! I couldn't believe my eyes, we had never heard of bear anywhere around there! Tim said the bear was just ambling down the trail below him thru the trees so he whistled, the bear stopped, reared up ta look and he shot'um between the eyes!
Well we were deer huntin so i stay with the bear while Tim flies back home and goes to Dallas an buys ah bear tag and the local paper found out and was at the road waitin to get pictures! when we brought him out on the flatbed truck. Oh boy what ah day!!
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No it sure didn't where we lived, in the 6 yrs. we lived there we never found any tracks or heard of any bear sightings. I found that newspaper clipping a few yrs. ago. I have sure enjoyed the great stories guys!
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Great stories fellas.I had one and posted it but it didn't go without a quote.This pis*ed me off so,no story.This is rediculus.I guess I'll go pout,I can't post what I want.I really enjoyed your stories.Hope the ones that can post will. ,,,sam.
Sam, stop pout'n and try again. I had you and AH in mind when I started this thread. I figured you'd have some great storys. I was right about AH.
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