no way, man, that is such rubbish!

I had a guy send me pictures of a deer he "shot the heart out of". Basically he said that the heart had blown completely out the side- in reality he had cut the heart out and enlarged the exit wound to make it look like the heart had blown out.

My favorites are the perfect head and neck shots. Mine was a 200+ yds neck shot right where the neck meets the head. This was with an open sight 30-30. I'll let you guess where I was aiming...

Buddy called me one morning to tell me all about his perfect ~300yd head shot. He showed me some pictures and sure enough it was about as dead center head as you could get. He's a 'master hunter'; shot it from his back deck (would not confirm, but I'm highly suspicious he was wearing boxers-only at the time). It took a little prying, but he finally admitted to POA.

I know a couple stories a little more to your point, but they're probably best not posted...

Part 1:
I met a Snow bird once that was, in his words, "a decent hunter" he didn't have a place to hunt as he had just moved here. I could tell talking to him he wasn't a very experienced hunter, he couldn't ever remember off hand what caliaber his 1 rifle was.
Well I have a few places to hunt, some of which are on power and pipe lines and can be fairly long shots. So I asked him how far he would be comfortable shooting, he replied...." OH, I don't know, probably around 1000 yards." I said "you mean 100?" He looked at me dead serious, and said "No, I mean 1000"
I do know people who can get a 5 shot group inside of 6" at 1000 yards, but he ain't one of them, and the ones I know would never hunt at that range.


An even better one is a guy I worked with told me once that he shot a deer with a 30-06 and the bullet passed through the deer and hit a broken disk blade then ricocheted back at him and he "caught it" in his teeth.
To be honest this guy lied like a rug about everything so this wasn't really out of character for him.





As far as part two:
It's not so much a hunting story as a unbelievable deer story. I was about 17 at home working on my beloved 65 Mustang when my Beagal started barking. I looked up to see him chasing a med sized doe over a hill in the pasture, no big deal, it's a deer, he was a Beagle. Well a shortly after that the barking stopped and started back, when I looked up I saw a med sized doe chasing my dog.

Oh, it gets even better. My dog ran all the way to the shed I was under and ran under my dads boat, the doe in pursuit tight behind ran all the way up to the shed jumped over the disks attached to the back of the John Deere.
Then she was close to the boat but still in front of it, between the disks and my mustang, probably 10' from me. I was steeping backwards to find cover, lol.

Then she turns and runs out of the shed, which is open on 3 sides, only a back wall. So I'm thinking this is nuts, at least she's gone now BUT the stupid Beagle went after her again. He doesn't get far, maybe 25-30 yards then the doe turns stands on her back feet and comes down with her front two and starts beating my dog.
Me, being stupid myself, didn't want to see my dog killed, which is what it looked and sounded like, run toward them hollering and screaming like a loon and when I was about 20 feet away the deer jumps up, stares me down like she about to attack ME and then runs off, for good this time. My dog did lived another 8 years after that and I can't ever remember seeing him chase ANYTHING else.

I basically don't tell anyone I actually know this story, I wouldn't ever believe it. I remember when my dad came home from work I told him and didn't even believe me until we walked outside and he saw deer tracks right between my mustang and disks on the tractor, stunningly to me he inspected my dog and didn't find any major injuries, a few minor ones but that is normal for a outside Beagle. It looked like he was about get beat slam to death.
I should add ALL of this took place in about 1-2 mins

From one of my hunting buddies "I was out in my real tree suit when i sat down for a minute and a doe came up and sniffed my elbow."

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I can ALMOST believe that because once my grand parents gave me some apple scented deer attractant of some sort for Christmas and I was on the ground by a tree and had put some of it out here and there when I noticed it said not to put on metal so being mischievous and curious I had to put some on metal. There was an old diet coke can near by so I grabbed it and put a dab on it. I watched it and it did nothing, I smelled it.... Nothing. So I tossed it out of my way. A little while later a little yearling walked right in front of me maybe 20 feet away circled around and put her nose right to the can which was slightly over arms length away, I mean 4 feet probably. Funny thing was she appeared to be looking straight in my eyes, I tried to turn my head just a little and duh she took off like lightning.





I blame all typos on the iPhone auto correct.

This is going to be a great thread!

I'll have to ponder this a bit because I know a few very ridiculous liars but I don't immediately recall a great deal of extraordinary experiences that I've had.

I killed a deer in the morning and our club had a one deer/day rule so I went fishing in the afternoon. While walking from my 4-wheeler to a hidden beaver pond with my pole and tackle box, I sensed something following me. I assumed it was a coyote smelling my clothes that I wore skinning and dressing the deer. I turned and it was a fawn. It followed me to the pond and as I was fishing from shore, it got between my legs and almost tripped me when I was reeling in a fish. After I caught about 6 fish, I headed back through the woods with the fawn right behind me. It allowed me to look under its tail to confirm that it was a buck fawn. I started up my 4-wheeler and revved the engine like crazy to chase it away but it wouldn't budge. Finally, I threw pine cones and small sticks at it to chase it away.
When I got back to camp, everyone told me I was full of it or was smoking pot. None of them believed me ... and I wouldn't have believed anyone if they told me the story but it did happen.

A guy who lived a few miles from me told that if I saw "a doe with an orange cow tag in her ear, don't shoot it, I raised her." He then told me that he had went hunting one day, and petted the doe before climbing up into his stand. A few minutes later, the doe walks back with a buck following her, and he shot the buck. I had other neighbors tell me that he did in fact raise an orphaned doe, but nobody could verify the buck story. I still wonder about it.

the doe walks back with a buck following her, and he shot the buck.

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So your lab is the best retriever in the county, you ain't seen my doe... That's so great I hope it is true.

True or not, it does kind of make you want to try it, don't it?

I heard a story about a guy who "head-shot" a deer at 50 yards with an open sighted blackhawk in .44 mag. I really didn't believe him as he was also "on the presidents personal sniper team" and some other garbage. He did 4 years active duty in the army as an 11 Bravo (infantryman) and had a hard time qualifying with an m-16. He was always a bit over the top with his stories.

I also know of a friend who was setting up a food plot for the deer season. He went out and saw a huge hog that was tearing it up. He went home and got his 12 ga. slug gun, 6 slugs, butchering kit and a tarp. He set up a pile of bait for porky the next day, and put all 6 slugs in the pig's chest. He was then quickly chased up a tree, where he stayed for about 30 minutes while the pig waited to die. He said there was NOTHING left of any internal organs when he dressed the pig out, but the stupid pig did not know he was dead. I have seen the pictures of the pig and it was a mess, so I don't doubt the truth to this one.

The deer sniffing thing is believable. I always hear about how challenging deer hunting is, but from the literaly hundreds of encounters I have had with deer, having one come within a foot or two isn't uncommon. Maybe they are semi-domesticated.

the only good story I have is two years ago a small doe came out of the reeds about 75yds from me. I hear the ruckus turn and look, straight down the barrel of my slug gun. She comes directly at me at a trot. I watch as it passes within a few feet of me. I see every detail of the fur, lips ears elbows everything as it cruises by and never sees me. within arms reach and off into the distance. I could hear it breath smell it and observed it the whole way by. It was buck season, and a hunting club was moving in near me and flushed it out. She was tops 50lbs, it was buck season, and even if it were I couldn't pull the trigger on something that small.

I'm amazed how many people I know who have taken 1200 yard shots to kill a deer or elk. Offhand with factory ammo of course. Its especially impressive since this is a densely wooded mountain area with almost no 1200 yard line of sight alleys. All claim they have never had a gut or ass shot. Or miss.

From one of my hunting buddies "I was out in my real tree suit when i sat down for a minute and a doe came up and sniffed my elbow."

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Never had one sniff my elbow, but I've been close enough to does twice that I could have reached out and touched them, less than 3' before they realized what I was. I have had a squirrel actually place his front feet on the toe of a boot. Once while walking to a beaver swamp well before dawn with a full moon I had a bobcat come within kicking distance. I'm guessing he heard my brother and I walking, hoped we were a small deer and sat in ambush beside the trail. When he realised we were human he ran from the brush less than 2' from my right leg.

I shot this deer with a broadside chest shot, the bullet exits the front of the chest and hits it's buddy in the back of the head and kills it. 90deg deflection.

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I've never done it, but know multiple guys who have taken 2 deer with one shot.

Just last year, I had a spike come right up to me. He was within about 10 feet staring right at me. I was thinking. Nah...not gonna shoot him. Then I made a small movement and I guess he figured out that I was something dangerous. He yelped, kind of flopped and jumped, then turned 180 degrees and skipped about 5 feet. Then he just stood there, like. Well, I can't see him anymore, so I guess I must be safe. I laughed out loud. Then he proceeded to walk off.

I have heard, mostly from old guys when I was a kid, stories about jumping out of the barn onto the backs of deer as they came up to eat feed that was left out for them, the 1000 yard shots, and white tail the size of elk in Alabama.

Myself, well when I was about 9 or so I was walking into the stand with my step-father and was carrying my shotgun and a 357 revolver that he always carried to deliver a coup de gras loaded with light 38s when I saw a small 6 point in the clearing ahead and asked if I could shoot it, when he said yes I just smiled and slowly turned then did my best Lone Ranger impersonation with that revolver. Hit the deer right between the ear and eye at an almost perfect broadside. Deer dropped in its tracks. My one and only handgun deer to date.
I have also had a squirrel that woke me from a light sleep last year while I was in my climbing stand when he climbed over my head.

I have heard, mostly from old guys when I was a kid, stories about jumping out of the barn onto the backs of deer as they came up to eat feed that was left out for them, the 1000 yard shots, and white tail the size of elk in Alabama

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The state record was killed in my county, I think itwas 93'.





I remember once when I was a kid my dad was selling hay to a local drunk who looked up at his large Canadian elk mount and said (slurred is probably more accurate) he had seen it cross the road about 3 miles away, my dad didn't argue, just said "oh really"



I blame typos on iPhones auto correct.

I have heard enough 700-yard-running-offhand-shot stories to last me the rest of my life. Or a 6" diameter exit wound from a 300 yard shot at a mule deer with a 22-250 with a varmint type bullet.

My own is actually my dad's. He took a 200+ yard lob shot with a 22 LR at a coyote just to spook it and he hit it in the head. I was there to see it. No aiming or anything, just angled it in the general direction and pulled the trigger.

Matt

"That's rubbish"?

Most of my friends would look at me strangely if I said that, and they certainly wouldn't say it themselves.

I love regional/national language variations, though. I'd probably say it, just to get a reaction.

Friend of mine shot a javelina with a .223 AR. One 50gr bullet. Killed the one behind it, too.

Every year i track wounded deer and elk for other hunters. Sometimes track hogs too. The biggest lie is: "I don't understand why the (circle one) deer elk did not fall, I double lunged it".

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Every year i track wounded deer and elk for other hunters. Sometimes track hogs too. The biggest lie is: "I don't understand why the (circle one) deer elk did not fall, I double lunged it".

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Translation: "I double gut shot it".

I was hunting with a former brother-in-law some years back.He was not much of a hunter,or a very good shot.We saw a large hog moving across a pasture a LONG way off.He lays his rifle across a fence post, and before I could suggest we move closer,takes a shot.The hog drops like a rock.Unbelievable!When we get to the dead hog,he leans over it and says"Yep,right where I was aiming." Yeah right!

The only time I get near a while tail hunting is when they sneak up behind me blow snot down the back of my shirt and then run away.


The best story I have that I think people are suspicious of is a doe I spine shot from the ground. I was walking up a trail on my way to a water hole and hoping to see an elk. I looked up and found my self standing in the middle of a herd of does. So I figured I should shoot one. I chose the one that was right smack in front of me, and broad side at about 35 yards. She was staring right at me when I drew back and let go. As soon as she herd the bow she dropped and spun fast and hard to her right. The arrow got to her just as she was facing me and went right threw her spine and cut the main artery just under the spine. She dropped dead facing up the trail with her but towards me. I just stood their slack jawed because it was not at all what I expected to happen. And seeing a deer just flop over dead like that from an arrow was real surprising. But it was nice to be able to harvest the front quarters with out any damage to them.

I was out with a friend, harvesting Spruce Grouse when we saw a little yearling moose, about 25-30 yards up the road. My friend upped with his .22 Magnum, but didn't fire. I shouldered and fired, aiming for a hit just behind the head. I was figuring a good hit, or a clean miss. The moose went down, dead on the spot.

My rifle was a little BSA Martini action in 32-20, pushing 85 grain hollow points at about 1400fps. Only those who were there ever believed I took my first moose with a 32-20.

Pops