Hunting Question?

[Ronnyd]

I hunt ,I love it .I spent three days cold,wet,and with my friend and my oldest son.
I didn't kill anything,I laughed, I farted !And I felt good I didn't have to depend on what I got or we'd be starving this year.
And by the way to each his own!

[songsmith]

Absolutely. I have few really nice memories of my dad, but of the good ones, most are from hunting. There's a dad/son bond there (ladies can hunt, too!) that goes back to the beginning of humanity. I remember that there was more goofing and joking than real hunting going on, but there was also a lot of talk about life, and love, and such. Taking a kid anywhere you can have a quiet conversation just has to be a good thing. I have no kids, and I miss things like that terribly.
And when a kid does actually get a deer, that's a proud moment for a pop!---------->JMS

[DMFJ03]

I was a hunter for almost thirteen years, lately...it is just too damn expensive for me to spend that kind of money and not get anything. I never got a deer in all my years of hunting.

I agree with most of the things on here, IE, hunting with a high powered rifle...so on and so forth. I never liked hunting for deer with a rifle. I took great pride in being an Archery hunter. I was a damn good shot, but I was just never presented with the right circumstance. I think that hunting with a bow is alot more challenging because you have to be within 35-40 yards of the animal. Trying to shoot anything farther than that it just plain forkin' stupid. Keeping still, trying to pull the string back without being seen, holding it there for who knows how long ( I held back for almost ten minutes once, but the friggin thing never came out of the laurel - now that takes some talent! Especially when your bow has almost no let off at all and 75lbs of pressure! )

Anyway, the only semi story I have is this...

Morning had just crept in, and it was light enough to see and to shoot. When I realized that I had gotten in the wrong place (my spot was at least 100 more yards up) I had decided to move. After repostioning, I waited for a little while, and then I saw it. From where I was standing, I thought it was a doe (which worked for me, I wasn't trying to be picky, I had a tag for both) but then it got closer and I saw it was a nice five point. I pulled back my bow, and my freakin arrow unnocked itself and landed three inches in front of me. DOH! >.< I slowly nelt down to pick it up, renocked, pulled back and waited...

SMACK!!!!

"Jamie!"
"Yo?!"
"I got one!"
"Bastard!!"

My buddy was eyeing up the same deer, it was only fiffteen yards away from him. It walked right up past him. For me, the shot would have been right around 40 yards. We knew where each other was, and which way not to shoot ( I posted him in a spot I usually hunted in) so there was no danger of being shot at by each other. I was happy for him, it was his first deer with a bow, so that made me smile.

Gutting the poor beast was another fun adventure, but I will only post the comedic highlight from that. My friend is cutting the deer open, and its stomach starts to slide out. He puts down the knife, pushes it back inside while saying "No no, get back in there" I about died. Trying to hold a deers legs opening, while laughing, isn't an easy feet when you buddy said that, then follows it up with "Stoping shaking the deer!"

Okay, that's it.

[RAM Z]

When I got my first buck I was 13. I remember hike'n way up to the top of the mountain with my Grandfather and him telling me every time I stopped to catch my wind " come on boy ya can't be tired yet! " He was fairly old then , smoked 2 & 1/2 packs of Marlboro reds a day and could leave me in the dust big time! After what seemed like 10 mile vertical climb to me at the time, we split off and went to our spots. That walk whooped my ass so bad that when I sat down in the middle of some logs and got myself positioned I fell right to sleep! Well I don't know for sure how long I was sleep'n but, when I woke up it was just like freak'n magic! There he was, a 3 pointer, about 20 yards away and had no clue I was there. I remember getting all worked up but, I stayed quiet, pulled the gun up, took aim and fired. He hit the dirt like a ton of bricks! Man was I pumped up! I felt like a pro, I even did one of those Steven Tyler flips. I marked where he was and went off to get my Grandfather. I told him "I got a buck pap" and he said " well what in the hell are ya do'n over here then? Get back over to it before some city slicker finds it and steals it!" Boy did I get a laugh out of that one.We get to the buck and ol' pap was more excited than me I think. He told all the other hunters we passed on our way out of the woods" Yup, we got OUR buck boys and now it's time to get a full belly and drink some beer! Don't kill em all , ha ,ha!" I was embarassed as hell but, he was very happy for me and liked to rub it in a little cause it was usually someone else drag'n a deer out of the woods and not him. That is one of my best hunting adventures ever!