Anyone have some good 2008 hunting stories?

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After a 4 year drought, I finally bagged a deer this year. Getting the deer was pretty uneventful. A 40 yard shot from my .308 dropped it where it stood, but about 2 hours before that something unusual happened.

I was sitting in a ladder-type tree stand nestled in a stand of pines. The entire seat area of the stand was surrounded by camo netting for concealment. The woods were very quiet as I watched and listened intently for signs of deer. Out of nowhere, a squirrel jumped on the netting about a foot from my knee. Needless to say, that got my attention.
 
I was on a recent cull hunt in west Texas with my 16 year old son. We sat in the same stand as it was a father/son hunt. We shot 6 spikes in one morning. They were coming out in droves. We had shot 3 more the previous day. Not Monster bucks by any means, but good freezer meat and the rancher was happy about the culls. Each was between 3 and 4 years old. My son had a great time and I was happy to have the meat. We surprised everyone when we got back to camp.
On another note, we did see some nice deer that were not part of our hunting package and we admired their beauty. There was a nice 12 pointer along with a couple of smaller bucks that looked to be 8 pointers as well as quite a few young does. Would have been nice to shoot, but we were only doing culls. We had a fun just being in the great outdoors and away from the big city.
 
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those squirrels.... had one mistake the picture of a limb on my blind for the actual thing and surprised us both when he tried to jump on it....

this year... for the second time in my life... I stared down a buck a few yards from me with my gun on my shoulder. :banghead: although this time I was standing at the blood trail of the even larger buck I just shot:)
 
I've had a chickadee land on my nocked arrow 18 inches from my nose and cock his head looking at me- trying to figure out what I was.
This year, night before Thanksgiving, I watched 11 deer within 100 yards. a 10 pt buck and a 12 pt buck were fighting off and on for 40 minutes and when they stopped 2 smaller bucks would kinda play-fight, like they were mimicking the big boys. 80 yards away in the last fading light of the western sky they were silhouetted on a hilltop locked in battle. very cool, wished I had a camera with me.
 
Something similar happened to my buddy and I. We were sittin in a turkey blind that was basically just a big pile of sticks and branches on each side. We sat for about an hour, using calls everyonce in awhile. All of a sudden a squirrel climbs up to the top of one the walls of the blind and stops dead. The little guy just kept staring at us. I tried to keep from laughin...it was no use. I let one little burst of laughter slip and my friend and I just erupted in laughter. That squirrel skeedadled pretty quick after that. It was a good time tho. NO turkey tho.
For deer season? nothin to eventful. But is still a good time. Got to hang out with my dad and his friends. i was the only young guy at the camp. me being 23 and the rest of the guys over 50. I had a good time tho, great food and stories. Got to meet a few good hunters from texas. one guy had been on more hunts than i could dream of. He had just been on a sheep hunt and got a nice old sheep. I was envious. good times at the deer camp tho! again, no deer. unfortunately!
 
I have one.....

I have hunted this old farmers land since about 1989. It is nearly a thousand acres of mixed timber, fields, and swamp, with a few small food plots mixed in. I have pretty much sole run of the place now, and this has allowed me to build some nice stands. The farmer has never shown any interest in hunting before. He is now 93 years old.

This year, he asked me if I would take him with me one day, as he is getting old and figures it would be his last chance. I told him it would be my pleasure and asked when the last time he took a deer was. He replied, 1967. I am sure I looked a bit surprised.

We made arrangements to go the next Saturday, and I told him I would meet him the Friday before to help him sight in his rifle. He had said it was an '06.

When I arrived that Friday evening I was greated with a smile and a firm hand shake. I looked with envy at the pre-64 Winchester M-70 in .30-06 with a Redfield scope. I had brought some "managed recoil" ammo and a slip-on recoil pad. We set up a couple of targets at 100 yards in the field behind the house and a chair next to the fence rail. After a quick cleaning of the rifle we shot a few rounds to check the zero. In a half dozen rounds it was dead -on; two inches high at 100yrds.

The next morning I was at the house at 5:30am. He was waiting on me with a pot of coffee. I don't normally drink coffee, but on this morning I did. There was just something special about it.

We took the four-wheeler down to the first stand and I dropped him off. Once I was sure he was safely in, I motored down to my stand. We sat that morning without either of us seeing a deer until 8:30, our pre-arranged meeting time. On the ride back to the house he expressed a desire to hunt again that evening. I didn't have plans, so I agreed to stay the day with him and we would hunt that afternoon.

At 4:00 we made our way down to another set of stands. This time I dropped him off at the first one, parked the ATV, and started walking to my stand. Not two minutes later I heard him shoot. My first thought was that he had fallen or had an accidental discharge. I took my orange hat off and waved it while calling out his name as I hurried to his location. When I was still 30 yards away, I heard him say,..."I think I got him....It's a buck." Doubtful, I asked a few questions. He said the deer stuck his head out from the brush at the edge of the field in the back corner and watched me walk down the trail. He said he put the crosshairs on the neck and shot. This made me even more doubtful. I new his eyes were not what they once were, and it was 300 yards to the back corner of the field. Still, I was raised to follow up any shot. I told him to unload his rifle and I would walk to the spot he last saw the deer. He could direct me with his hands to where he thought the deer was. I stopped at a hundred paces and he motioned further. I stopped again at 200, and he said still further. Finally, I walked to the back corner of the field. I knew from experience that it was 307 yards to the corner by the range finder. To my surprise there was a good sized blood drop right there on the ground.....and another a few yards into the woods. Then, there he was...a nice 7 point buck, just 8 yards into the woods.

I made quick work of dressing the deer and took it to have it processed into burger and sausage. I dropped it off to him a few days later. He thanked me graciously for taking him hunting and for having the deer processed. I sat and talked with him for a few hours. He asked me if I would like to have the rifle when he passes. Awkwardly, I asked if he had any children. He replied that he had four daughters....none of which had any interest in guns or hunting. I never gave an answer, but he assured me that he would have the gun willed to me. I don't know that he did or did not,...and it does not matter. The experience was worth much more.

I offered several times to take him again last season, but he said no each time. I don't know if it will be his last season or not, but I am sure it will be one of his best, as well as mine.


T2E
 
i have one from last years season ..the suicide 14 pointer
i was in my stand watching two does about a hundred yards off. and they were moaning baaa buaaaahaaa
when to my left the biggest buck id ever seen came out of the woods and out onto the edge of the field about thirty yards from me. he moved closer and closer to me to the point where he was right under my stand. i was using my black powder gun that evening and i cocked it aimed and the second before i fired i heard a metallic
"Clink" atthe bottom of my stand. I was using a .440 saboted round and the bullet had just slid right out of the little plastic thingy.
the second the smoke cleared i knew that the bullet lay at the bottom of my stand but the deer had run off towards the does , who had taken off as well. My partner scott, a yankee from pa came running across the far side of the field 500 yards away with his flintlock.
"did you get him did you get him? "
scott asked. I seen him come out from the oak tree and he came right in front of you. and i heard you shoot. you got him didn't you?
scott looked down at his feet and said *** is this.
the bullet fell out of the sabot thingy i told him. He ran off that way. i pointed in the general direction and scott noticed a spot of blood on the ground about ten feet away .
where exactly did he run? scott asked.
up over the rise around that big clump of shoulder high grass. i didnt see him after that. scott and i walked to the rise and the large clump of head high weeds and there lay the deer. the sabot plastic thingy had hit him just above the right shoulde and exited on the other side uner his left front leg
scott nudged it with his rifle and looked up at me.
you are one lucky sob bob. from now on i use a .489 ball and cloth patch so i dont lose the bullet at a critical moment
 
PA deer rifle season...first Saturday during the 2-week season; I was in my treestand and while I was looking around to my right side due to noise (squirrels and snipe birds foraging) I spotted a blur running thru my firing line down the trail; I started blocking out the noise the critters were making and got ready setting up a shot down the trail; I saw something trot thru and I 'MAWED' to get it to turn around and stick it's head out...

so what do you think snuck in from my left?!? a 6-point buck with a harem of does; he stopped dead when I made my vocal que for the other deer...those F&^%ING ground critters made sounds so similar to deer trotting thru that I blew a shot that would have nabbed the 2nd mature buck for the camp!!! by the time I reacted to the deer trotting, they turned tail and headed back up the hill from where they were kicked out!!!

next year, I'm performing critter eradication before deer season next year; if nothing else, I'll get some practice with my .22 mag before bringing out the big gun for deer!!! let my story be of the one that got away...hahahaha
 
I got three deer this year. Nothing special about any of them, other than each hunt went well and I didn't have any of the typical "spook and snort" experiences.

Son-in-law got his first archery deer. Textbook hunt. That was way cool.

Got a huge turkey at 67 yards with my 10 gauge. One shot. DRT. No flop, no wiggle. Instantly down and out. I'll never forget that. Neither will the guy that was with me.
 
next year, I'm performing critter eradication before deer season next year;

I've thought about doing that. I've had a few rambunctious squirrels get right up within 10 feet of me and chatter incessantly trying to get me to leave; as a result, a few times I've carried a .22 revolver - no deer is gonna get near with a squirrel doing that, so I have nothing to lose making noise with a rimfire shot.
 
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OK, I'll give you a story from last evening. Not a great story, but for me, a great way to end the deer season. Last day of season, Jan 15th, so I feel compelled to take off most of the day at work, and hunting both morning and evening. Yesterday morning, saw nothing; heard nothing; 18 degrees; maybe too cold. But I had this spot on a fire break where I suspected they were crossing morning and evening - a few moderate trails. I fly down there after work to this place within city limits after loading up on warm layers, and it's already 5:45 and the sun is setting. I hike in about 3/4ths of a mile, walk/jogging to get there, making all kinds of noise. I set up by a cedar on the edge of the fire break. Gets dark, darker, darkest, until I figure it's really too late to shoot, even though I can just barely still see my green top pin on my bow. Thought I heard something but wasn't sure if deer or squirrel, and sure enough, I peer through the last shreds of light, and there's a deer sneaking across the break probably just 17-18 yards away - can't tell if buck or doe (too dark), but probably doe. It's probably 5-10 minutes after I *should* shoot, but since there's a little light from the city and the half moon coming down the fire break, I can see the outline fairly well and see my pin - I figure at that distance I can make a good shot. I draw back quietly and I'll be darned if she didn't see me in that darkness, snorts once and bounds off. Clearly see the white tail. So I immediately hit my doe bleat a couple of times, and so about 2 or 3 minutes later I'm looking that way and see an outline; not sure what it is, but then it moves, and I can then pretty clearly make out the outline, broadside - she came BACK to investigate that bleat! But this time she's staring right at me, and so when I drew again, just before I released, she took off fast - and this time seriously spooked - snorting multiple times and crashing through the woods - lol, I love it when you can still hear them snorting about 100 yards away 1 minute later, warning all their buddies - must have been 10 snorts. So pretty cool to end the season drawing back twice on the same doe, and having the doe bleat actually 'work' (sort of).** Almost better than harvesting, because a tracking and haulout job would have been cold in that night air. Not to mention skinning & processing. As I say, glad to have a little action on the last day; now it's in the books. Only one deer recovered for the whole year however; would have preferred 2 for meat. :)

**Man if anyone ever tells you that a deer's eyesight is inferior to a human's, tell them they are full of it. They can't see color, but during the day, their eyesight spotting movement and detail is every bit as good as ours, and after sunset, it's highly superior to ours (at least to MINE). She saw me draw the first time out of the back corner of her eye in about 4/5ths darkness (she was quartering away at the time).
 
Deer Hunter: I had a squirrel purr at me. No lie, a legitimate purr.

bobby n.: hey deer hunter was he making eyes at you too? ya might want to change yer aftershave /cologne to something less smelly...

That there is a funny exchange. I did see some amorous squirrels doing what good squirrels do to be fruitful and multiply. I never got any attention though, say, deer hunter, just what aftershave do you use?
 
Last time I bathed was the day before, after I ran and worked out. I was sitting on a log in the woods trying my luck in a little clearing, when I noticed the little guy getting closer and closer to me.

He jumped to a limb that was hanging over the log at about eye-high. Looked at me, flicked its tail, and started purring.

My guess is he didn't know what I was. The squirrel purred at me for about two minutes before heading on.
 
I would have purred back, seriously, I would have. I would not have let anything happen though since we just met.

IME, most relationships won't last if they move forward too quickly.
 
In any case, if I meet the squirrel again, I'll have to make smalltalk. Man it'll be really awkward.
 
Wow - I've never seen a turkey not flop. Never seen a turkey hit at 67 yards either.
That was the weird thing (the flop part). This is the 5th one I've gotten. The others have been between 12 and 48 yards.

I used to help butcher chickens when I was a kid. A chicken will run headless for 15-30 seconds. We had a crate to put them in so we didn't have to run around and pick them up. This bird didn't even flinch. Most at least flop around on the ground. Dunno.

As for the distance, we marked it and I went back the next day and shot it with a range finder.
 
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