Favorite Hunting Stories?


January 12, 2014, 02:14 PM
Its fun to read about other people's hunting stories. Usually, you can even learn stuff. Ill start.
About 3-4 years ago, I was still stuck with my trusty little Rem 700 SPS Varmit in 223. I was half way up my stand when I heard crashing in the woods below me. I saw what I thought to be 2 does and 1 buck chasing them. I shot the buck when he came in the clear. He ran down to the ditch and I thought I missed when a buck came back out of the ditch a little farther down. He was the exact same size so I shot again and dropped him. The two does were sprinting away at about 200 yards and I shot both of them, dropping one and the other got 10 yds before going over. All of this occurred in a period of about 10 seconds. I got down and starting walking towards the ditch to and I heard something. I went down and boy was I in for a surprise. There was actually two bucks, both almost being identical to each other. The first one ran down into the ditch and died. The 2nd, which I still have no clue how I never saw him, ran back out and I hit him as well. There was also not 2 does, but 1 doe and 1 spike. Do to Missouris rules, a spike over 3 inches is considered antlered, and a antlered buck must have 4 points on one side to be legal. Basically, I had a total of 2 illegal deer. I got ahold of the Game Warden and told my story. Being under 17, I didn't have to pay the 3700$ fine, but I still served community service and lost my license for a while. Since it was found to be accidental, I got off easier than most, especially since I had been a active member of community activities and maintained straight A's in school. 10 seconds and 4 bullets.....Who knew?

The next year, I stuck my dads truck into a deer on opening morning at 60 mph. Totaled the front end. We rebuilt it, but it scattered plastic and parts for 250 yards and the deer slid underneath a neighbors truck parked by the road. Anyways, thats a couple of my stories. I am still young and learning, but getting in trouble then made me more cautious later on and kept me from getting in bigger trouble later.

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January 12, 2014, 04:06 PM
One would think since you called him and told him your story the game warden would have used some discretion and gave you a stern talking too instead of charging you with crimes. You definitely wouldn't have called him if you were intentionally poaching. Intent(mens rea) is one of the three elements of a crime. If you don't have intent to commit the crime then it is considered accidental. If someone walks in front of your car and you don't see them and hit and kill them it is an accident. If someone walks in front of your car and you hit the gas and intentionally hit them then it is first degree murder. Big difference between the two. Anyways, I digress. My favorite hunting story is that one day while bow hunting next to my house I watched a doe pass by on a trail 15 yards away. 10 minutes later a mountain lion was tracking the doe and came by on the same trail. 10 minutes after that a black lab came by tracking the mountain lion. I didn't expect the mountain lion and definitely didn't expect a dog to be after it.

January 12, 2014, 05:06 PM
Last year I had my wife hunting in a box stand. It is set up for crossbow hunting so the feeder is about 30 yds out. I was hunting in another box stand on a pipeline about 400 yds away.

Saw several does and a nice buck come across the pipeline. Didn't want to shoot as I was hoping she would get one and I didn't want to have to butcher two.

Heard her shoot and texted her. She said she shot and it ran off. Now she has killed 10 deer and never missed one yet so I got down and as I was walking to my truck heard her shoot again.

When I got to her stand she was still in it and was really pissed. The second doe had also run off. She said her scope was off.

We went to where she had shot and found blood. Found the deer about 60 yds in the woods. So told her to show me where the other deer had been standing when she shot. Walked a few yds and she yelled "there it is"!

Every other deer she had killed had dropped DRT and thought she must have missed since she ran off. So I still had two deer to butcher.

Told her that next time I would only give her one bullet :p

January 12, 2014, 10:52 PM
Took my first deer ever this year, first time out deer hunting. Didn't really wanna buy all kinds of stuff, not knowing if I'd like it, so I just got the required permit and blaze orange (fiance surprised me with some deer urine). Only proof that deer were around was some poop and some hair in a barbed wire fence. Opening day of modern gun, I set out at zero dark thirty, and sit up against a tree. It gave me a downhill shot, and fairly wide shooting lane. One of the family dogs decides to be my protector or something, and wouldn't leave my side for hours. I did everything to get him to go, poke him with sticks, throw rocks to make him think something was around, even sprayed him with the deer urine (that may have helped in the long run haha). He finally left, and a little after I'm about to pack it in for a bit, and warm up. I was standing next to the tree, letting the sun hit me, and a buck comes walking up. My heart is racing as I get him lined up in the sights of my shotgun. I let a slug fly, and he's DRT. Turned out to be a 10 pt. Been eating him for a while now

January 13, 2014, 12:18 AM
I have seen these threads a few times. But I always enjoy them.

Every hunt I go on is memorable in some way or another to me. I have been present for 3 good friends to take their first deer. All three friends were introduced to deer hunting by me. Spent many many hours talking to them, scouting with them, helping them hang stands, setting up trail cams, picking out gear, tuning bows, flinging countless arrows, teaching them how to walk through the woods, etc. But getting THAT call. Hearing the kid-like shaking, excitement in their voices as they tell me they just shot one, helping them track their deer, and eventually finding their deer, then seeing their faces? MasterCard commercial worthy for sure.

January 20, 2014, 10:23 AM
First deer story.After years of trying different public land areas,I settled on one area 2 hours from home.I saw a herd of doe on a Saturday,my last day to hunt in buck season.The next year, I returned on Monday,the opening day.It had snowed 3 inches Sunday night and was ending as I entered the woods.I met an older hunter as I parked the car.He had grown up in the area and had a camp there.We talked as we walked up the trail on the mountainside.We reached my area and parted.I headed higher on the mountain and crossed deer tracks and saw beds under pine trees.I sat on a log 60 paces uphill from the beds.At 8 o'clock 3 doe came back to the beds.A short while later I heard a deer running,punching through the snow into the leaves.It ran down into a ravine and came up below me.It was a buck and he stopped near the beds and gave me a broadside shot.I took a shot at the neck/shoulder junction with my 30-30.He was on his back and kicking.I took a second shot at the same area and that was it.A 4 pt whitetail.I fielddressed him and had an easy slide down the trail.I left a note on the windshield of the older hunters truck.He contacted me after the season and said he took a 7 pt. after I left.The next summer he invited me to hunt with him and two of his buddys at his camp.I hunted with them for 12 years until he passed.I still hunt that area and have taken about 60 deer there(many does).I consider that day as my luckiest.

January 20, 2014, 10:30 AM
i got my first this year i have been hunting just not that lucky but oh well...when i went out it was in the evening heck i didn't plan on going i had just got home from town and threw my camo on and blaze orange and set out with the rifle and i got sat down and waited for an hour or so and heard some does a ways of and the were comeing right at me so i got my gun ready and sure enough the doe pops her head out and heads right in front of me and i take a broad side shot and she hit the dirt and as i was getting done field dressing her i here a nother crash in the woods and thought it was a nother doe and didn't do anything but out pops a huge 10 point not 20 yards away from me and he hit the dirt also

January 20, 2014, 11:04 AM
My wife and I were deer hunting out west and hadn't seen a buck in 3 days of scouting/hunting. We came up on a draw and separated about 30 yards apart and went to the rim when 2 bucks jumped up and started running. They were both 4x4s but one had heavier horns so I shot him. He dropped. My wife started shouting, "You missed, he's still going." I yelled that I got him. She hadn't seen the deer I shot and thought there was just one so she took charge and shot the second one.
When she saw that there were 2, her jaw dropped.
She doesn't really like to kill stuff but she thought I had flubbed it. Anyway, we both filled our tags in about 20 seconds or so.

Loyalist Dave
January 28, 2014, 07:51 AM
When I was a senior in High School, my brother, who was a Freshman, and I went with my dad to the Eastern Shore of Maryland to hunt geese and ducks. Canadas were still available back in those days, and snow geese were rarely seen. We noticed that the flights of geese would divert between the two pit blinds on the property, and the one, single brush blind where all three of us were sitting. Nobody was getting any shots. Not us, nor the guys in the pit blinds.

My brother and I decided we'd take some extra cammo netting that we had brought with us, and go and lie between the pit blinds and the brush blind were dad was. We figured we'd get some shots, and hopefully cause a flight or two to turn and fly over dad at the brush blind. If some of the birds turned the other way to fly over the pit blinds... that would be good for those guys too.

So..., we set up, and it worked. My brother and I got a couple of Canada geese each, and some of the birds went toward dad, and he got some, and some went over the pit blinds, and those guys got some birds too. Everybody was doing OK.

But that's not the end of the story...

Then we heard a single shot from dad's blind..BANG. We hadn't seen any birds up... not even on the horizon. There wasn't anything in the sky near dad's blind. We also didn't see him leave the blind to pick up a bird.
"You think dad had an AD?" my brother asked.
"DAD!" I yelled. No answer. "DAD!" I yelled a second time. No Answer. Not good.

Worried, I got up and walked over to the blind.
"DAD!" I yelled as I got close.
"What are you shouting about?" He answered. I explained that we had heard the shot, but didn't see any movement or any birds. What happened?

He shrugged, and pointed to the ground. We hadn't seen any ducks in two years at this farm, although ducks were usually in season when we went hunting. A hen and drake mallard were on the ground next to the blind where my dad pointed.
"So when did you pick them up?" I asked.
"Didn't have to," he answered, "because that's where they fell".

So I walked back to where my brother and I had been lying and told my brother what had happened.
"You mean he shot a brace of mallards with one shot, and they dropped next to the blind?" He asked me. :what:
"Yep, but that's not the worst part," I answered. "The worst part is that even with his mediocre eye sight, he made one of the best shots, anywhere. We'll never hear the end of it."

He's 83 now... and we still hear about that hunting trip from time to time...:D


January 29, 2014, 05:31 AM
I bagged my first deer on my 10 speed. I was going downhill at night when I hit it. I assume I got it because I had a broken clavicle and a concussion and presume the dear had something broken and a concussion as well. I'm thinking it's possible that I'm the only one to have ever hit a deer on a bicycle.

It's hard to remember some of the other deer I got. I know I got one with my Blazer; just a little damage to some chrome that was easily replaced. I think I got one with my Suburban as well but that was also just a little dented chrome.

Then there was the snowstorm and the Cheverolet Impala wagon. A herd of deer was crossing the road and I got one but it ran off (I guess I should have used enough car). There was about $1,300 in damage to the car and that was in 1989 dollars.

The last deer I got with a vehicle was with a Cadillac. I was going down the highway doing around 55 mph. The country was fairly open with a small tree here and there. Out from behind one of these small trees came a buck at high speed onto the road. There was no time to do anything. I heard a small tick as it passed so I know some part of it hit the car so I'm counting it but the deer was unscathed as was the car; not a scratch or dent anywhere.

February 5, 2014, 04:49 PM
I'll play.

I took a friend out for his first fall turkey hunt. We arrived at a spot in the woods where I had seen birds a couple days earlier, but by no means had I put any to bed the night before, so it was a crap shoot, especially in the dark of morning. So as we were sitting against a tree waiting for a little bit of day light to start locating, I heard some branches directly above our heads crunching. Then shortly after that I got crapped on. So now, knowing we were in the right spot, we sat motionless until it was good and light out. The sun was out in full when suddenly a good 100 turkey started landing, almost in our laps. I bagged my gobbler, but my buddy was so aw struck he never pulled the trigger.

On a spring turkey hunt, I was sitting quietly in almost complete darkness, the sky was just starting to show some light. I heard branches snapping above me in a tree right next to the one I was sitting against and thought it was probably a hen roosted with the gobb I had put to bed the night before. Then I heard this horrible crashing and snapping of limbs, when suddenly this big ol black bear landed on the ground just a few feet in front me. The bear got up and looked right at me, then reared back and ran off.

I had tucked myself next to a huge downed tree next to a water hole, waiting for turkey if memory serves me right. I fell asleep, I woke to the ground rumbling. I didn't move and the next thing I knew, I had a large heard of elk jumping right over me. I thought I was going to die from a hoove to the head. I managed to escape injury and just watched as they played in the pond. When they finished they came right back over me again, but this time I wasn't on the aft side of the tree, so I had hooves brushing against me as they jumped over.

I think I've told this one before, but I'll share anyway. I was sitting on the Mogion Rim glassing and calling for bears. While sitting and glassing for hours, I had started digging my fingers into the ground next to where I was sitting when I felt something odd, sort of pliable. I unearthed it and discovered it was a wallet. When I tried to open it, it started to break apart some, it had obviously been there a long, long time. So I started looking through it and found credit cards, driver license, pictures, and cash. When I looked at the I.D. I was shocked to learn it was my best friends wallet he had lost many, many years ago, like 18 years earlier. On my way home that evening I stopped by his house, and when I showed him what I had found, he almost fell over. He had lost it while glassing for bears in that very same spot!

I was driving down a very remote two track and stopped my truck with the head lights on 5 large bull elk in velvet, in a field. So not thinking with any common sense, I decided to see how close I could get to them by walking with head lights directly at my back. Well, I soon found myself standing mere feet right smack dab in the middle of them. I was so close that one actually brushed against me. When they started scraping there hooves in the dirt, and snorting at me. I thought I was going to get trampled, so I just froze and eventually they lost interest in me, I then slowly started putting some distance between myself and them. Never did that again.

A couple weeks before spring turkey season I was out scouting with my 3 yr. old son. I had stopped at several spots in the early morning hours trying to get a gobble. We saw some deer and elk curiously coming into the call and were having fun. Then it all changed when we heard something coming through the tree line and thought it would be more deer or maybe elk. It was too late to run when we realized it was a black bear sow and her cub coming straight at us. She got within a couple feet of us and then stood straight up, turned, and ran with cub in tow.

I have a bunch more cool stories about encounters with game while hunting.


February 5, 2014, 08:07 PM
some very nice deer storys! ill add a small game one.

years ago when my son was maybe 8 or so he loved hunting rabbits with me in the brush patch beside my house.he had a nice little rem 20 ga 1100 that his gpa on his moms side left him when he died.

we were walking along and he flushed a cottontail. he raised his gun and shot the rabbit clean at about 20 yrds, just as he did, a huge covey of quail raised.scared the heck out of us.as we went to get the rabbit and on the way found a dead quail killed by a stray pellet when he shot the rabbit.what are the odds of that? we ate good that nite.

a few years later when he was 15 we were hunting deer. he insisted upon hunting from his own stand alone and as he was a good shot with his 06 and a very safe hunter i let him. i hunted across the valley in another stand. a huge buck came out in front of me following a doe. i texted him and said im going to shoot this huge buck, biggest ive ever seen.kinda joshin him. he said o no dad please let me have a chance at him. i had already decided to do that anyway.

after i watched the deer for about a hour he followed the doe across a fence to where my son could see him. instantly , BOOOOOOM. i was watchin thru the binocs and could see the buck possibly went down as i saw flashes of white belly then just white in the brush.

the kid made a difficult quartering shot at 200 yrds and the buck went down within 20 yrds. it turned out to be a 9pt 24 inch spread with 11 and 12 in brow tines.id never seen a deer like this in the wild..when i first saw it, i thought, what the hell is a mule deer doing in missouri! but it just turned out to be a big white tail.very happy kid and happy dad!

February 6, 2014, 10:35 PM
about 2 weeks ago i was huntin with. CAMMOGUNNER. (the guy who made the post about his first deer kill further up in the thread). it was about 5:30 in the evening and we where sat up behind a cow carcass we had found while rabbit hunting erlier in the day. and we where trying to call in some coyotes. i was usin a 12 gauge with 2 shot and my buddy was usin a 30-30. we hadn't been sein anything so i motined for my huntin buddy to come up closer to where i was sitten so we could go over what calls to use. and as soon as he got up a coyot came chasin one of his rabbit dogs out of the brush right behind him. the coyote had ahold of the dog and my buddy couldn't get a shot so i shot and hit the coyote in the hip. he near fell down and then ran off into the brush. we never did find him but it was 16 degrees that night so we figured he died anyway.

February 6, 2014, 11:14 PM
I had a delivery route that took me through the mountains of S.W. New Mexico just about every day of the week. One morning I was coming around a curve, probably going a little too fast, when all of a sudden I found myself running into a bunch of deer. I hit the first one and it slid on it's hooves, still standing, and like domino's it slammed into one, that slammed into another, and another, and... I think like 6 or 7 deer slammed one into the other. All got up and ran off, didn't find any evidence of any having died.

Several weeks later I came around the same curve and ran into a flock of turkey, like 40 or 60 those suckers. It looked like I had hit a truck full of down pillows. Again, I searched hard for evidence of dead or injured birds, but all apparently escaped with only some missing feathers.


February 7, 2014, 01:29 PM
For years I hunted public land in north Mississippi. Most of the land was owned by the Army Corps of Engineers and it surrounded Sardis Reservoir. It was decent habitat that held some deer but it received tremendous pressure from all sorts of activities that ranged from people running dogs for rabbits and deer to people going out riding four wheelers or just walking around and shooting. This meant that any given day could produce conditions that ranged from fairly quiet to a full blown circus of activity around your stand.

It wasn’t optimal but it was free...and free was the difference between hunting and not hunting. We generally hunted the same four or five places all of the time, but every now and then we’d push into a new area to see what it held. It was on one such outing to a new place that I had an experience that will stay with me forever.

We were going to set up in a new spot this day. It was a set of hardwood hills on the south side of the lake with uncharacteristically steep valleys. The ground in this part of Mississippi is a series of rolling hills but there isn’t much that one could rightfully call “steep”. This set of woods was different in this respect. Here there was some steepness to the land, which led to deep draws between the hilltops, which in turn led to drainage at the bottom.

Drainage areas are a source of interest when hunting in Mississippi. Mosquitos are everywhere, but where there are creeks that hold water you will also have another issue to contend with… the Cottonmouth water moccasin.

For those of you who don’t have Cottonmouths in your part of the world, allow me to introduce you to them. These snakes are not only poisonous but they are mean spirited and stubborn. The big ones will grow thicker than your fore-arm…so thick that even the long ones look stubby. When they reach this size there is no mistaking the triangular shaped head that is the calling card of a venomous snake. As bad as their venom is, their attitude is worse. To help you get in touch with the attitude of the Cottonmouth I want you to think of an impatient crack-head that hasn’t had a fix in a week…this will get you close to understanding these reptiles.

Most snakes will leave the area when a person comes close…and if they can’t leave then they will at least lay low until you’re gone. A cottonmouth ain’t goin’ anywhere when you come around. In his view of the world it’s YOU who needs to buzz off. Not only are they not going anywhere but they are going to threaten you if come close, and if you come close enough then you’re getting struck at. No bones about it.

Most times when you approach they’ll simply coil up and open their mouth as wide as it will go to show you both their fangs and their freakishly white mouth lining. This white lining of the mouth is the genesis of their nickname “cottonmouth”. The fact that it’s called a cottonmouth should be causing a light to go off in your head. This snake assumes this threatening posture so often that it has come to describe them. It’s not called the “closed mouth snake” or the “run and hide snake”. It’s called the cottonmouth because it’s going to threaten you and then attack you…and the first sign you’ll get that it doesn’t like you is the wide-open, cotton-white mouth.

This is an impressive display. I’m not afraid of snakes at all…but every time I see this threatening posture from a cottonmouth it’s a bit un-nerving. This snake would just as soon duke it out with me as back off.

I’ve heard that while a bite from a cottonmouth won’t kill you…it’s going to hurt so bad that you’ll wish you were dead. It dawned on me one day that of all the old Crocodile Hunter shows I saw where the Aussie guy grabbed some of the world’s most poisonous snakes by the tail…I never saw a show where he grabbed a cottonmouth. I take this as further evidence of the snake’s nasty disposition…even the alligator dude didn’t want to fool with them.

So these are the bow hunters concerns in Mississippi during bow season, mosquitos and cottonmouths.

It was at the bottom of one of these draws that I mentioned earlier that I had decided to set up my climbing stand one October afternoon. The weather in Mississippi during bow season is generally still hot…it’s basically mosquito season with a chance to kill a deer or get bit by a snake. I honestly don’t know why it’s not more popular than it is.

In addition to the mosquito issue you also have the sweat issue. By the time you get to your stand it’s quite possible (one might go so far as to say “probable”) that you will have worked up a good sweat. This is the last thing you want when deer hunting but it comes with the program when you bow hunt in Mississippi.

I got to my stand this day around 3:00 PM and was delighted that I wasn’t just a completely sweaty mess. I picked out a tree right next to a dry creek at the bottom of the draw, put my can of bug spray in my cargo pocket just in case I needed it for self-defense, and climbed up 12 or 15 feet to settle in. Given that the creek was dry I was more concerned with mosquitos than snakes this afternoon.

If there was a decent breeze then the next few hours would be spent in blissful solitude. I would be able to enjoy a comfortable afternoon, perched high in an oak tree while watching the sun turn the woods into beautiful kaleidoscope of orange, red, gold and yellow as its rays filtered through the fall foliage and onto the forest floor.

If there was no breeze then I would essentially be sitting perfectly still in a sauna with blood-sucking insects trying to kill me before I fell to death out of my tree stand. Mosquitos might be the worst things on the planet. Their high pitched whining grates on my nerves worse than a dental drill piercing a tooth. The way they hover and try to land on your eyes, nose, and ears is maddening, and the fact that they can bite you clean through a set of blue jeans is shocking (in Mississippi they grow them this big). For most people this is never an issue…you can just go to a place where the mosquitos can’t get you. The bow hunter on the other hand has to be here, has to remain virtually still, and you only use bug spray as a last resort due to the scent it carries with it. You are basically at the mosquito’s mercy.

So those were my possible outcomes based on the wind…which was completely out of my control. Either way it was amid this awesome fall sunset that I would silently observe the forest as it transitioned from its daytime schedule to the night shift.

The squirrels are usually the first to move. Depending on where you are hunting you either get to watch the standard-issue gray squirrel, or if you’re lucky enough you are in a spot where you get to be entertained by the freakishly muscular red-squirrels. These are like the Arnold Schwarzenegger’s of the squirrel world. You may see some turkeys next, the birds of prey will be out and silently gliding through looking for a victim, and late in the evening you might even see a fox or a coyote. If you’re really lucky you might actually see a deer.

This particular evening was a slow one. I didn’t see much in the way of wildlife. The sun had set, darkness was upon me, and the hunt in the new area was a bust. All I had to do now was climb down the tree, pack up my stand, throw it on my back, and hike back to the truck.

I worked my way down the tree in a methodical fashion, set my bow on the ground to my right, and worked on unhooking the stand and packing it up. It takes a few minutes to pack up the stand but I’ve done it a thousand times in the dark so it’s not a problem. Once I had it packed and on my back all I had to do was grab my bow and start hiking.

At this point it is pitch black in the woods. I know that I laid my bow down to my right but I’m going to have to bend down to make out its silhouette against the forest floor. As I squatted down next to the creek and reached out into the darkness I heard a sound that stopped my heart…it was a long, angry, pre-historic, reptilian “HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS”.

I was young and healthy at the time and it felt like my heart had immediately stopped beating. I was reaching out into the darkness to grab my bow, I couldn’t see a thing, and from somewhere VERY close to me is coming an angry and violent hissing whose sound is only amplified by the comparative silence of the night time woods.

I froze. In my mind’s eye I could see it; I’ve seen it a dozen times before. Somewhere in the dark near my outstretched hand is a coiled up Cottonmouth with his jaws agape, trying in vain to convey a warning with an aggressive display that I simply can’t see due to the dark. My heart has started beating again and it’s trying to make up for lost time by going about 1,000 beats a minute. I’m quickly trying to figure out what my next move should be. Should I simply stand up? Just pull my hand back? Jump backward and risk landing in the creek?

As my mind tumbled through the options like a rubiks cube I felt a new sensation cut through all of the other information that I was processing. Something wet was on my right leg. What in the world? Everything was now shrouded in confusion as my heart raced and the hissing continued.

It felt like I had been stuck in this dark squat vs. the snake for an hour. He hadn’t struck yet and I hadn’t run yet. In reality it might have been only two or three seconds…but I aged a year in that time. Now I had new information…the wet sensation on my right leg…and then it hit me. I started a quick, nervous, relieved laughter out loud, all by myself deep in these Mississippi woods the moment it dawned on me.

When I squatted down in the dark to retrieve my bow, my camo trousers had bunched up and depressed the button on the can of bug spray I had put in my right cargo pocket before I climbed up the tree earlier. The hissing sound was the activation of the bug spray can, and the wetness that I felt was the result of three or four second’s worth of bug spray soaking my pocket and pants leg. The timing of the bug spray activation, along with its snake-like sound, and the scenario I was in when it happened all combined perfectly to play a world-class trick on my mind.

I picked up my bow and I marched out of that draw at a very quick pace, laughing like I had just dodged the grim reaper himself. I couldn’t wait to get back to the truck and tell my hunting partner about my “brush with death” and let him share in the laughter.

We frequently say that the hunt isn’t about the kill…it’s about the chase. This is one of those times when the story that you remember most has nothing to do with the animal, but with the process of finding him.

I have more stories about hunting and fishing on my blog:


February 7, 2014, 03:32 PM
I laughed so hard at that story I think I feel a wet sensation on my right leg!!! Absolutely hilarious! Thanks.

February 12, 2014, 03:47 PM
GSPN, that was a great one! Loved it and am still laughing hard.


February 16, 2014, 11:35 PM
Well, this last year during modern gun deer season in KY, My brother, a buddy, and I were all going hunting together.

My buddy had just got a deer the day before, while myself and my brother had got nothing.

Two days after opening day W\we moved in about a hour before sunrise to setup. My buddy had a tree stand to sit in and my brother and I sat on a stump about 30-40 yards to his 5 O'clock position. At about 0830 my buddy, after attempting to grab my attention and failing, tapped on the side of the tree he was in. I promptly stood up and looked at him. Via hand signals he informed me that he saw a deer at his 12 O'clock. I motioned back that I couldn't see it, and motioned to him to go ahead and take the shot.


He takes the shot and sees his deer stumble. At the same time a deer run to the 7 O'clock position on his stand. He turns his head to watch. I hesitate thinking that it's the same deer he shot, but after my experience two days before (involving losing a large buck because we didn't put down a doe he was chasing), I figured better safe than sorry. The deer then slowly begins walking to my left slightly quartering towards me. I raise my gun and fire. She takes off like a shot, and I think I miss completely. My buddy, however, sees a splash of blood blow out the other side and fist pumps while turning his head back to a 12 O'clock position.


There's the deer my buddy shot staring right at him! He goes to chamber another round in his .30-30 lever action, but as soon as she hears that sound she takes off. When we look later all we see is hair. Not a sign in a 30 feet circle of blood

1 hour later we've found the deer I shot and are in the process of field dressing it when we discover that there are 4 holes!

As it turns out, My buddy shot the deer, and hit the top of the spine, when he turned around the doe then ran under/around his stand to where I could shoot her. Thats when my buddy turned around and there was a different doe staring right at him.

Lessons Learned:

1) Always rechamber immediately after firing.
2) Don't make assumptions
3) Deer usually travel in pairs

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