redneck
November 21, 2003, 06:45 PM
AND STOP TEASING ME!
You guys won't beleive this. A little background, dad quit hunting before I was born because of moving and not wanting to hunt on public land (too scarey round here :eek:) So I never got my license or anything and have been wanting to for quite some time now but never got around to it. Never made the time to take the safety course.
So I've done alot of varminting around the farm and stuff but never got to go after deer. I decided to build a muzzleloader last winter and now I have a .54 Lyman Great Plains rifle (caplock) thats a real blast to shoot. I've been taking it out in the pasture as often as I can and I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I tried to put my name in for a hunter safety course in december at a relatives gun shop, and daggone it I can't make it to both days, so now I have to wait till January :( Patience is running thin.
Here's the real bad part.
About 3 weeks ago I was out in the pasture blasting away. I'd been at it for about 25 minutes and had shot the gun about 4 times and snapped 3 or 4 caps as well. I'm raising the gun to the target and catch some movement in the corner of my eye. Turn and see the last 3 of 5 deer jumping the fence to STAND AND WATCH from no more than 70 yards away. Seasons not in, I don't have a license. I can handle it, I turn to the target and shoot. kaBOOOM.....look over to my right again, all 5 deer still standing there. Load the gun up, they're milling around. kaBOOM (at target) 2 run off and the other 3 turn but don't run. Load the gun again. kaBOOM (at target)....they turn and trot away.
So now, I really can officially say that anyone who goes hunting around here and comes back empty handed is certified treestand drunk, or is just there too get away from the wife and doesn't want to shoot anything ;)
Fast forward to today. I'm walking out to my spot, this time just shooting a .22. Rifle in right hand, target in left. I look up to see a nice little doe come out of some pine that are against the outside of the fence and head for the woods behind them. She just trots away. Then, I hear a crashing and out comes the biggest friggin BUCK I have ever seen in my life. Its hard to see through the pine trees but there is at least 10 points there and he's as big as a steer! He goes crashing into the woods like a mac truck. I'm there trying to pick my jaw up off the ground when lo and behold, out of the trees again, a very respectable little 6 point buck pops up and goes off into the woods
And all I can do is watch :banghead:
You guys won't beleive this. A little background, dad quit hunting before I was born because of moving and not wanting to hunt on public land (too scarey round here :eek:) So I never got my license or anything and have been wanting to for quite some time now but never got around to it. Never made the time to take the safety course.
So I've done alot of varminting around the farm and stuff but never got to go after deer. I decided to build a muzzleloader last winter and now I have a .54 Lyman Great Plains rifle (caplock) thats a real blast to shoot. I've been taking it out in the pasture as often as I can and I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I tried to put my name in for a hunter safety course in december at a relatives gun shop, and daggone it I can't make it to both days, so now I have to wait till January :( Patience is running thin.
Here's the real bad part.
About 3 weeks ago I was out in the pasture blasting away. I'd been at it for about 25 minutes and had shot the gun about 4 times and snapped 3 or 4 caps as well. I'm raising the gun to the target and catch some movement in the corner of my eye. Turn and see the last 3 of 5 deer jumping the fence to STAND AND WATCH from no more than 70 yards away. Seasons not in, I don't have a license. I can handle it, I turn to the target and shoot. kaBOOOM.....look over to my right again, all 5 deer still standing there. Load the gun up, they're milling around. kaBOOM (at target) 2 run off and the other 3 turn but don't run. Load the gun again. kaBOOM (at target)....they turn and trot away.
So now, I really can officially say that anyone who goes hunting around here and comes back empty handed is certified treestand drunk, or is just there too get away from the wife and doesn't want to shoot anything ;)
Fast forward to today. I'm walking out to my spot, this time just shooting a .22. Rifle in right hand, target in left. I look up to see a nice little doe come out of some pine that are against the outside of the fence and head for the woods behind them. She just trots away. Then, I hear a crashing and out comes the biggest friggin BUCK I have ever seen in my life. Its hard to see through the pine trees but there is at least 10 points there and he's as big as a steer! He goes crashing into the woods like a mac truck. I'm there trying to pick my jaw up off the ground when lo and behold, out of the trees again, a very respectable little 6 point buck pops up and goes off into the woods
And all I can do is watch :banghead: