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Posted on 11/18/21 at 10:29 am to SpillwayRoyalty
That morning I did call a buddy who is a green jean and made me feel a little better, when he said that people do that all the time.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 10:38 am to SpillwayRoyalty
I've so enjoyed working at our place this year getting ready for deer season that at this point, I really don't care if I shoot a deer or not.
I want my son to shoot one or several as we need to thin the herd but I really don't care.
And to my confession, when deer hunting, I do not get nervous or feel anxiety when getting ready to shoot. Blood pressure doesn't get up at all.
Not sure why but I don't.
Turkey hunting, even though I suck at it, absolutely get nervous/excited.
I want my son to shoot one or several as we need to thin the herd but I really don't care.
And to my confession, when deer hunting, I do not get nervous or feel anxiety when getting ready to shoot. Blood pressure doesn't get up at all.
Not sure why but I don't.
Turkey hunting, even though I suck at it, absolutely get nervous/excited.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 11:18 am to bbvdd
quote:
when deer hunting, I do not get nervous or feel anxiety when getting ready to shoot. Blood pressure doesn't get up at all.
For some reason I tend to get more nervous shooting a doe than a buck. I guess because I make the decision on whether to shoot or not shoot so quickly on a buck, and I’ll watch a doe for a while deciding what to do.
Now after the shot, it hits me. I get those rubber legs climbing down the ladder whether it dropped right there or I have to track it.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 12:15 pm to TwoFace
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Naps in the deer stand are some of the most relaxing naps ever
The only times I've been deer hunting was when I was about 8-12 years old with an Uncle. I was all excited, because I had been at his house before when he came home from a successful hunt, and I had been fishing with him several times. Being about 9 and holding the gut bag for him while he cleaned our catch was an especially smelly memory. So I guess I had it in my mind that it was similar to fishing. You go where the deer are, you shoot one, and bring it back home. This was the late 80s/early 90s, and I didn't know about stuff like bow season, rifle season, doe season etc.
We drive about a half hour to his camp, then ride his 4-wheeler until about a half mile to his shooting house, and walk the rest of the way. Sat there in the cold for what seemed like hours, he gave me the binoculars and told me to wake him up if I see anything. I kept looking, listened to him snore, he wakes up and fired up a few cigarettes, told me not to tell my Aunt about them, and we did this several times that fall. We finally see a massive (to me at the time) buck walk out about 10 yards in front of the shooting house. I get all excited, but stay quiet. We watched him for several minutes, then he leans over and whispers to me that it is doe season and we can't shoot it. To this day I have never been on a successful deer hunt. But now I am starting to get the appeal. Get out of the house for several hours, relax away from the wife and kids, and if you get some meat, great.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 1:16 pm to Big L
I always drop my deer off at the processor exactly how it hit the ground.....It's been so long since I cleaned a deer my 13 year old asked me the other day if I knew how to do it...I told him "of course I do" and then sat there and wondered... I have decided he and I will clean a few together next year, I'm not even set up to do it right now
Posted on 11/18/21 at 1:20 pm to troyt37
quote:you didn’t hug hard enough.
All I could do was bear hug the tree, and slide down. Still broke my foot at the bottom.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 2:55 pm to White Bear
I have a few, but one I’ll share now.
1.) spoiler: I got caught.
13 years old, and on a deer lease with my dad and a hand full of 40-50 year old guys. The culture was pretty harsh and being the youngest one around, I was always getting ribbed and picked on. I wanted to act mature and able to take care of myself with no help.
My dad dropped me off at deer lease for evening hunt. He had something he had to go back in town for and would be driving up early for the next mornings hunt. We had a camper there that I would sleep in that night.
I went on that evenings hunt to a box blind. Had a doe come out at 100 yards or so down the pipeline probably 30 minutes before dark. I pulled up and shot. didn’t think I made a hit.
I get out and start walking down the lane to track. It’s dark and I start thinking I’m hearing things in the woods walking beside me. Had a shitty mag light that was super dim.
My Mind goes to the movie I had watched the night before. Movie called Event Horizon. Still have never had the courage to rewatch lol.
I’ll be honest, I was scared completely shitless. Heart racing and just wanted to get back to the four wheeler and get to camp.
I walked to where she was standing. No blood. Walked to edge of wood line and shined around. Nothing.
I heard some scuffling around and just turned and ran my arse back to the four wheeler.
Got back to camp and prayed no one heard me shoot.
Of course someone was hunting close and they asked.
I made up some fantastic lie about how it was a 300 yard Hail Mary shot at a buck running a doe. I said I looked and looked and couldn’t find anything. I made it abundantly clear there was no chance I hit a thing.
Fast forward next morning at 11.
Club President comes back with a doe on his four wheeler . He had hunted the stand I was in the previous eve.
Short story longer. He began interrogation process. Caught me in a twisting lie.
He walked down to feeder because he wanted to fill it with a couple more bags of corn.
He apparently wanted to go look at a scrape line just inside the woods and he walked up on a doe. Dead and not 20 yards off the lane.
It was humiliating and I never fibbed about hunting stories again. I now despise people who always are telling obvious lies and talk tall tales in hunt camp. You know the type.
1.) spoiler: I got caught.
13 years old, and on a deer lease with my dad and a hand full of 40-50 year old guys. The culture was pretty harsh and being the youngest one around, I was always getting ribbed and picked on. I wanted to act mature and able to take care of myself with no help.
My dad dropped me off at deer lease for evening hunt. He had something he had to go back in town for and would be driving up early for the next mornings hunt. We had a camper there that I would sleep in that night.
I went on that evenings hunt to a box blind. Had a doe come out at 100 yards or so down the pipeline probably 30 minutes before dark. I pulled up and shot. didn’t think I made a hit.
I get out and start walking down the lane to track. It’s dark and I start thinking I’m hearing things in the woods walking beside me. Had a shitty mag light that was super dim.
My Mind goes to the movie I had watched the night before. Movie called Event Horizon. Still have never had the courage to rewatch lol.
I’ll be honest, I was scared completely shitless. Heart racing and just wanted to get back to the four wheeler and get to camp.
I walked to where she was standing. No blood. Walked to edge of wood line and shined around. Nothing.
I heard some scuffling around and just turned and ran my arse back to the four wheeler.
Got back to camp and prayed no one heard me shoot.
Of course someone was hunting close and they asked.
I made up some fantastic lie about how it was a 300 yard Hail Mary shot at a buck running a doe. I said I looked and looked and couldn’t find anything. I made it abundantly clear there was no chance I hit a thing.
Fast forward next morning at 11.
Club President comes back with a doe on his four wheeler . He had hunted the stand I was in the previous eve.
Short story longer. He began interrogation process. Caught me in a twisting lie.
He walked down to feeder because he wanted to fill it with a couple more bags of corn.
He apparently wanted to go look at a scrape line just inside the woods and he walked up on a doe. Dead and not 20 yards off the lane.
It was humiliating and I never fibbed about hunting stories again. I now despise people who always are telling obvious lies and talk tall tales in hunt camp. You know the type.
This post was edited on 11/18/21 at 3:01 pm
Posted on 11/18/21 at 3:15 pm to Big L
When I was around 15 or 16 my uncle and I were duck hunting at his lease which was a bunch of rice fields. After a slow morning we decide to call it quits. I say i'm going to get the 4 wheeler at the end of the levee. As I get out of the blind I spot a few geese in the field over about 150-200 yards away right by the levee. I get excited and say i'm going to creep the levee and jump shoot them. Every few minutes I'd stick my head up and check if they had moved or not. Well after 30 minutes of going through the mud in the ditch I get within range. Tell my self 1, 2, 3, stand up, boom. None of them moved. They were decoys that the wind had pushed. Uncle laughed.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 3:21 pm to SuperNatural
When I was 14 I went out behind my grandparents house squirrel hunting They had a feist that was a pretty good squirrel dog. He wouldn’t bark when he treed a squirrel. Took him out with me and about five minutes goes by and he starts barking like crazy which was strange. About that time two does are heading straight for me They see me when they are about 10 yards away and head 90 degrees to my left. I shouldered my 20 gauge and shot the back one right behind the shoulder with number 6 shot. She flipped and fell dead. Luckiest shite ever. Problem was it was not doe day, dog season, and I didn’t have legal ammo for deer. Was worried as hell to what my grandpa was gonna do to me. Finally walked back and told him and he followed me down there and couldn’t believe I killed that deer with squirrel shot. Loaded it onto the tractor and skinned it behind the shed. It was our little secret
Posted on 11/18/21 at 3:41 pm to Big L
1.). When I am in a deer stand and a fox squirrel comes down a limb or tree looking at me, doing that little squirrel soft bark and growl shite...it scare me a little, not pee myself, but I get a touch nervous.
2.). When walking away from my truck in the dark, I always turn around and get a mental picture of it...like I may not make it back. And along those same lines I don't wait until it is pitch black to get down any longer, I will get down when there is about 5 good minutes left...I tell myself it is because my eyesight is going downhill. But we all know it is because the dark monster that gets on the back of your neck when you are walking out in the pitch dark.
2.). When walking away from my truck in the dark, I always turn around and get a mental picture of it...like I may not make it back. And along those same lines I don't wait until it is pitch black to get down any longer, I will get down when there is about 5 good minutes left...I tell myself it is because my eyesight is going downhill. But we all know it is because the dark monster that gets on the back of your neck when you are walking out in the pitch dark.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 3:50 pm to tigerfoot
My first time to hunt with a rifle I was 12 and killed a big big doe at like 20 steps. The next year I was hunting the edge of a bean field, sitting in a chair on a ditch bank. A doe walked out at about 80 yards. I looked her over, judged the distance and decided to shoot. I was using a .308 with a 2x7 old scope on flip mounts. It was a touch fogged up. All this to say that I decided I need to go ahead an account for the drop of the bullet at 80 yards...so I put the foggy crosshairs along the top of her back. Then raised it up another foot of so for good measure and let her rip.
I was baffled by the fact that I missed.
I was baffled by the fact that I missed.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:05 pm to tigerfoot
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I don't wait until it is pitch black to get down any longer, I will get down when there is about 5 good minutes left
When I was younger I hunted until I thought there wasn’t enough light to identify a deer if one came out. Now I unload my rifle exactly at the end of shooting time. Not worth getting busted by green jeans.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:09 pm to Big L
A buddy of mine told me this story about himself. He was in a climber in some pretty thick woods and hunted 'til dark. Climbed down and put his climber on his back and started the walk out. As he's walking he hears something behind and to his right. Stops walking, noise stops. Shines his flashlight in that direction, nothing. Starts walking again same noise, stops when he stops. Happens a couple of more times and said his imagination is going into overdrive. Something is stalking him in the dark. Shines light again and sees his pull up rope on the ground behind and to his right.
As for me, some of the best naps I have ever had have been in a shooting house.
As for me, some of the best naps I have ever had have been in a shooting house.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:18 pm to upgrade
quote:It is funny you say that, but when I hunted or do still hunt ducks in the evening I am to the minute. Deer hunting? Never given it a thought.
. Now I unload my rifle exactly at the end of shooting time. Not worth getting busted by green jeans.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:20 pm to Pioneer BS 175
quote:That is what they want you to think.
Happens a couple of more times and said his imagination is going into overdrive. Something is stalking him in the dark. Shines light again and sees his pull up rope on the ground behind and to his right.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:25 pm to Big L
1. I shot the biggest buck of my life earlier this year and when I walked up on it I just looked at it and said "that's cool". My heart never raced during that hunt.
2. Hunted Kansas a couple weeks later and had a 160"+ buck at 30 yards and missed him. 3 times.... Heart never raced and I got more enjoyment out of the picture I took of him than the thought of actually killing him.
Oh and the only knot you need to know is a slip knot, the rest are just for showing off...
2. Hunted Kansas a couple weeks later and had a 160"+ buck at 30 yards and missed him. 3 times.... Heart never raced and I got more enjoyment out of the picture I took of him than the thought of actually killing him.
Oh and the only knot you need to know is a slip knot, the rest are just for showing off...
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:27 pm to Pioneer BS 175
Oh, This one has happened to me more than once.
Walking to the duck blind one cold morning in waist deep water, pitch black dark as there is no moon.
Not sure how far it was but I'd guess ~ 3 ft. Beaver slapped it's tail. I almost passed out from fear.
Walking to the duck blind one cold morning in waist deep water, pitch black dark as there is no moon.
Not sure how far it was but I'd guess ~ 3 ft. Beaver slapped it's tail. I almost passed out from fear.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:34 pm to upgrade
quote:
Now I unload my rifle exactly at the end of shooting time
I dont exactly do that, but I have a vibrate only alarm set to shooting time on my phone so that I definitely know whether its too late or not.
Sometimes ill stay way after dark if there are deer close.
Posted on 11/18/21 at 4:35 pm to tigerfoot
quote:
1.). When I am in a deer stand and a fox squirrel comes down a limb or tree looking at me, doing that little squirrel soft bark and growl shite...it scare me a little, not pee myself, but I get a touch nervous.
I have an irrational fear when I'm climbing a tree stand that I'm going to get to the top, be 20' in the air, and be face to face with a snake or a racoon. It crosses my mind every single time I'm climbing up.
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