deersniper101

i am writing a book an want to know some of your stories like funnies thing while hunting or first animal how u got into it anything to do with hunting all resoponses are thanked

deer-hunter18

Well the funniest thing i can think of is, when i fell out of my treestand. But it was funny if i can remember right it hurt a little bit. Anyway, i was out turkey hunting once and had 2 young deer come up to my decoy and start playing with it, kind of like a dog plays they got down really low and started jumping at it. Lets see, or the time that i had a guy walk under me and he didn't know i was there (it is private ground he wasn't supposed to be there) and i said hey not very loudly, and he froze, then he looked around very slowly, and started walking again. I said hey again very quietly and he froze again, looked around for a while still never saw me. Then he turned the other way and walked very fast off of the land. I still laugh about that one, i wonder what was going through that guys head.

deersniper101

lol great any1 ealse got any?

Canadian Chic

1) once i was shooting at squirrels with my pellet gun and i shot at one and i missed but i must have skinned him a bit cause he turned around to face me and started running after me, i got out of there in a hurry

2) about three or four times when i have gone hunting in my backyard i have had a four-wheeler run right in front of my treestand and they have nover seen me.

3) once my dad and i where hunting partridge up in Burks Falls we were walking paralelle with the road and we heard some sort of noise. so we walked about 5 or 10 feet from the road and could see the road very clearly. anyways a wolf was howling and runinng right in front of us 5 right along our side of the road.

4) Another time when my dad and i were hunting in Burks Falls we shot a doe and just before we shot it it was walking downhill and after we shot it it did a couple cartwheels for about twenty yards.

sorry they are short stories

Canadian Chic

huntingirl89

well this story involves a cell phone lol... so you can pretty much guess where its going

my parents and i made the agreement that if i would carry a cell phone into the woods, i could go anywhere and stay as long as i wanted (meaning camping for a week or two by myself) so i gladly met their demands and took along enough food and water for a long stay, socks, ect. and of course the cell phone. well it was my first time having a cell phone and i'm rather techonologically challenged so i didn't think anything of it..

i find a nice spot about half a mile from where i set up camp and settle in behind some thick brush next to a rather active trail... a couple does walk by over the course of a few hours when i hear something come stomping up the trail... a little spike horn goes running like hell when a monster 10 pointer is heading right for me... i mean this deer was BIG he had to be at least 190-200lbs and had massive antlers... i shoot bow so i'm drawing my arrow back and peaking out from behind the brush waiting for the perfect shot... he turns broadside and gives me a double-lung shot just when.... RING RING RING!!!!! "Hi honey i just called to see what you were doing"

long story short, the deer took off and the cell phone was never to be seen in the woods again

farm hunter

What is you book about dearsniper101?

Seems like you have a tough time geting two sentences in a row! Hard to imaging you are really writing a book.

FH

hunter_jere

well heres one for you im makeing my own book also aleardy got like 15 of my own stories nad 20 of other peroples in it :P

heres one the first one i wrote so not that good

> This deer in this story might not be my biggest deer or my first deer but
> it was my favorite and here is my story. Last hunting season on September 21
> 2003 ( 3 days before my birthday) my Dad,Brother and I found this road where
> on one quick drive on it we saw 13 deer (all does) !! So we decided to walk
> it the next morning, so we got there about 20min before shooting time and we
> waited, the we started to go. So the first slash we walk to ( there were
> about 5 slashes in this little area) and I spotted around 4 deer and we all
> got to a spot and looked but all does so we keep on going and then we get
> near the last slash and my dad says he'll go back and get the truck and for
> us to go and check that last slash, so we looked for around 5 min and saw
> nothing then all the sudden I saw a deer around 500 yards away so I quickly
> told my brother and he passed my binoculars but the dumb things fogged up so
> I decided to stalk up to. So I moved to the side some and started and I went
> about 200 yards and poked up and it was there but I still couldn't tell if it
> was a buck so I went about 150 more yards up ( now I was around 150 yards
> from it) and I still couldn't tell for sure but I was almost sure thought I
> saw something but I refused to shoot till I had it properly identified so I
> kept on going then about 50 yards farther I saw the horns and then I saw a
> that I had no leaning shot around me so I snuck up around a big stump and up
> a bit around 25 yards ( now being 75 yards away from it) I got on little
> stick being that was the only thing there but then I realized that I was
> breathing to hard so I waited about 1 min and watched it feed right on the
> top of a little hiss silhouetted against the sky then I got ready and shot.
> And I was sure I hit it so I waited 5 min then I went to looked for it and
> then I found it and it was just lying there is its beauty. So I gutted it all
> and then made a backpack out of it ( a neat trick my Dad taught me) then
> packed it down and by then my dad was there. And that is the story of my
> proudest deer, it was my proudest deer because the two deer I got before that
> I had my Dad helping me with directions. I shot the deer on Vancover Island
> B.C near the town of Woss. The size of a deer was a 1 spike Blacktailed deer.
> Some other hunting stuff that happend that year is before that on sept 14 i
> shot andother deer and also got a bear near the town of Sayward, the bear was
> shot in the spring, and in october i shot my second moose my first one being
> a 3 by 3 and this one i got that year had 2 on the brow with 6 on top on one
> side and 7 on the other with a 38 inch spred in Huston B.C. And that was some
> of my hunting stuff and i probly could fill lots more if you want me to just
> ask.
>

deersniper101

[quote]ORIGINAL: farm hunter

What is you book about dearsniper101?

Seems like you have a tough time geting two sentences in a row! Hard to imaging you are really writing a book.

FH
payin some1 to type it lol prob my lil sis

zak123

Had that happen to me with a giant basket 8 pointer in the field. It was broadside at 100 yards. I use a bow too, so he was a little too far. He was walking my way and I hear a ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I looked down and my phone was vibrating! After a quick phone call back to the person, and a few minutes of slamming my phone into the stand, I was back to hunting.

Washington Hunter

I posted this one awhile back in the bowhunting forum, but I suppose I could post it here again.

“What does it mean to be a bowhunter?”

“Patience is the key to any successful archery hunt.” I had heard or read those words dozens of times before in magazines, on TV, or on one of the many online hunting forums that I visit regularly. Never had I taken them completely to heart though, until my first archery season that is.

I had seen her on several occasions from the same stand overlooking a lush green alfalfa field. I had watched her use the same trail to come out into the alfalfa field for three days. I had watched her hop the same rusted barbwire fence on three separate occasions, each time stopping at an apple tree some 80 yards away taking time to nibble on the fruit that had fallen in the course of the day. Each time she hopped the fence my adrenaline rose. Each time I attached my release to a carefully tied string-loop my hands would shake. Each time she took a trail just out of range I learned a little more about our sport.

I had visited numerous websites, talked to a countless number of people online, and read everything I could in books and magazines on shot placement on whitetail deer. The answers were all the same, right behind the front shoulders, in the lungs.

When she finally presented me with a good broadside shot, I was more than ready. My bow at full draw, my 20-yard pin behind her shoulder, I mentally told myself I was ready. Even as I squeezed the trigger of my release, I knew she was mine. As I climbed down out of my stand a half-hour later, I silently thanked God for the animal he had allowed me to harvest.

Hunting patiently, ethically, and with a positive attitude is what it means to be a bowhunter.



It was originally wirrten as an entry for a contest sponsored by BowHunter magazine, but since I used the story of my first archery kill I figured you might enjoy it.