It was 4:30 in the morning the first day of the 2002 deer season here in Pa....I left the house alone to head to one of my best Long Range spots.Not knowing this would be a very special day for myself and one of my LR Hunting partners..My Father-in-Law Larry.I got there and set out the tripods for my glasses and gun and waited for first light.Larry showed up just as it broke dawn...The hill we were watching ranged from 500 to 1250 yards.About 7:30 I caught movement at about the 700 yard mark.I told Larry where they were and he got on them too.7 does worked their way up the steep hollow heading for the thicket about half way up the hill.We had one doe tag but it was way too soon to take a doe...We watched the does lay down at the 750 yard mark.I knew where they were so we kept glassing.I found another group of deer at 1050 yards.Four does and a small spike buck.It was now around 9:00 the sun was up and the snow covered hill was lit up.....I went back to the spot where the first group had layed down.The does were still there.While watching them I caught a flicker about 25 yards behind where the doe were laying.What was it????A bird????15 Minutes I stared at the spot.Then I saw it again.It was a horn...The movement I saw was a racked buck laying with his head and neck behind a big dead oak broken off about 20 feet off the ground .With his body behind the broken off part of the tree.I watched him for a few more minutes before telling Larry....I got a racked buck.I put Larry on him.When he turned his head we could see he was legal.We could'nt see his body so a shot was out of the ?....We had to wait....We waited an Hour and a half.Taking turns watching him while one of us glassed the rest of the hill.I was on the buck for less than a minute.Larry he's getting up....He stood up and made a bee line for the doe's.I followed him into the thicket and lost him....I could see movement.But could'nt pick him out...They milled around for another half an hour.Then started making their way out of the thick stuff....I GOT HIM!!!!!He was above the doe's again.Standing broadside 10 feet away from the tree he had been laying behind.The tree was 775 yards.The clicks were already on the gun.And the gun was on the tree.I put two M.O.A of right wind on the gun...And told Larry to take him.At the roar of the 300 Ultra a 240gr MatchKing was being sent with bad intentions.As I watched the vapor trail of the bullet I knew it was good before it got there.At the impact of the bullet I watched the buck fold up and fall where he stood.....I looked at Larry and said he's yours.....The recoil of the gun kept Larry from seeing the shot.I looked back in my glasses and he had'nt moved.The smile on his face was worth all the hours spent getting the perfect load,the perfect spot.And the perfect Hunting partner.I did'nt fire a shot last year.....Did'nt need to.It was enough to see Larry's FIRST ONE....

cool story maybe ya can do it again this year

Real nice story!

Ya'll come in and tell us a story now.....

Alright...I'll go...

This is the story when I took my boyfriend-at-the-time on his first hunt. We were about 16, I guess.

He was nervous, I guess...or, he just didn't know he had to be quiet...cause he crackled every leaf, snapped every twig, and tromped his boots all on the ground on the way to the stand. I wondered if we'd see anything at all.
I helped him set up, then set out to find my own spot.
A couple of hours later, I heard him shoot. I was happy for him, cause I knew he nailed it , cause I had him practicing weeks on end with his shooting, and he had gotten to be dead-on. So, I wait a while, then make my way to him. He's on the ground, with a big grin on his face.
I asked him if he thought he hit it.
He said he did, and proceeded to tell me about this monster buck with an amazing rack....so, I tell him..."Let's track em up."
We tracked for about an hour...and the whole time, he's grinnin real big, and bragging on this "huge deer" he shot.
Finally, the blood ended and I see the hide. So, I tell him to wait outside of the bushes, and I'd drag him out. (He then proceeded to tell me that I wouldn't be able to do it alone, cause it was a huge buck)
When I get to the deer, I look at him and holler at him to tell me again about how big his deer was. He replied that it was at least an 8 point.
So, I reach down, and pull up this monster buck....was a 90 pound spike.


I told him, "Well, since we can't find YOUR deer....we'll just take this one home."

LoL...couldn't quite help myself.

Well my wife came from the city, and the first time I ever took her hunting it was in an area with alot of other hunters. And some of them were not the most honest, so I told her that if she shot one, as soon as she did, get to it and tag it and fire a couple of more shots to let me know she had one down and I would come and help her with it. Well, after I had her situated, I went on down a few hundred yards and set up. About an hour later I heard her fire, then a few minutes later I heard her fire a couple of more times... so I got up and headed down to where I had left her. ... There was another fellow there, setting on the ground with his hands in the air... My wife was standing there with her rifle pointed at him, and told me that this guy had tried to take her deer. I asked him just what his problem was, trying to steal a lady's first deer... He looked at me and with a tremble in his voice said..."Honest to God, Mister... She can have him... I just want to get my saddle back". ....Kidding ! ... My wife was the daughter of an old cowboy, and a hunter before we even met. When we got married she brought her own .30-30, shotgun and .22 rimfire with her. She took her first deer with a hand gun just a few years ago.

Boyd:

I'm not sure if this qualifies as a hunting story but here goes:

I lived in a county that only allowed a shotgun for use on deer. We never understood why because at all other times of the year I could have taken a 700 Weatherby Magnum afield (if it had existed then, but you get the idea)

I bought a 12ga. double from a local gunsmith. The shotgun had imp.cyl.(right) and mod.(left) Wearing dress slacks and ordinary loafers I started down our dirt road towards home. Maybe it was the combination of a warm late Fall day but I suddenly parked the car about half a mile from home. I scrounged around in the glove compartment and found maybe 4 slugs. I took up a position about half way up a forested slope at about 3 in the afternoon. To make a long story short I shot a 4 pointer at about 60 feet distance. (he sent the does ahead of him. I watched several go by. he came after a few minutes) I couldn't even field dress because I left the knife in the car trunk. I was about 200 yards up the hill from the road and where the car was. When I got to the road, I still had a small brook to navigate. By now, I'm stripped to the waist (in November!) and perspiring like crazy. At just that moment a NY State Trooper comes by. He surveys the scene -me in dress slacks and loafers. "You're really dressed for the occasion, aren't you?" I asked him to give me a hand to swing the buck across the brook. He refused. "I'm wearing my best uniform!" When I go deer hunting I dress for it". He drove off, grinning like a cat. (I'm happy to say that a couple of rabbit hunters came along and helped out)

once upon a time in early 1980,s on the 1st day of deer season we were going to make the 1st drive at the Appomattox river. 5 of us were to line up along the river so we started footing it.retired gentleman by the name of judge decided to take the 1 st stand because of his age he didnt want to walk to far.I took the 3rd stand and sent the younguns on up.after approx 10 min a shot was heard in the direction of judge.dogs had not been turned loose yet so I figured one had walked out.about 2 minutes later I herd the deer go baaaabaaa sounded like a sheep well I figured judge had cut the deers throat.due to the dogs had not jumped yet I decided to stay put. then another shot from same area??? I thinking what the ??? going on here .next guy over comes to me and ask whats up. told him to take my spot and i would go help judge.walk up to where judge is and he is sitting on a log I said were is the deer Judge said you aint gonna believe this but he got away. I said ok judge wheres the deer I heard him bay out when you cut his throat.Judge again said he got away. I start looking around and judge gets up and walks to the edge of a thicket and points to the ground where I see drag marks blood, deer hair, deer tracks were one had scuffled to get up and they led to the river so I asked again what happened and here is what Judge said. I was standing here next to the fence and heard him comming out the thicket I turned and shot him facing straight at me and he hit the ground dead. I set my gun down drag him 5 feet to the field turn him on his back pull out my knife to cut out the oysters(mountain) hehe started to cut and he came to and kicked me off of him and got up and ran to the river. Thats when I ran to get the gun back at the fence and shot at him crossing the river. A lot of things said at this point but will omit calledfor back up on the radio and after a few minutes of trying to convince others of the story we decided to cross the river and look for him . got to other side and approx 100 yds in found large pool of blood. called on radio for dog man to meet us with dogs to run crippled deer . while waiting we decided to track blood. going up the hill from river thru a broomstraw field with briar patches we found the oysters hanging in the briars. We laughed for a long time Then one of the guys pulled out a sandwich bag and placed them in it . Dog man shows up we put dogs on it and they leave the county.Darndest chase you ever heard. lunch time here and we all go to store Man the Story gets out fast Retired Virginia Delegate Watkins Abbit shows up to the store Judge was sitting there and Watt asks where is the nut man Well old judge was fit to be tied thought the old guy was really gonna fight. then low in behold the fellow hunter with plastic bag shows up and gives it to judge and says heres your lunch cause this is all that you got from him .
no one ever believed his story except the ones that were ther and then it left all of us scratching our heads. the end

Decoy

LoL..that was a pretty cool story Decoy!

This happened so long ago I can't remember the exact year, probably late 50's early 60's, damn am I that old? Anyhow, my friend and I had been planning a weekend deer hunt in a specific area, a few days before the hunt the local rag ran a story about anti-hunters and how they had planned to spoil this years deer hunt. Sure as all get out when we got to the area we had in mind to hunt we had three anti's waiting for us. They walked up to us and as nice as could be introduced themselves and told us that they had planned on "joining" us for todays hunt, we extended our hand in good nature and told they are more than welcome to accompany us. I put on my pack and my friend did likewise and we set off, two dedicated hunter and 3 as dedicated anti-hunters. Up hills, down hills, across streams, they followed and talked consistently and very loudly to ensure that no deer would remain in the area. They actually turned out to be ok people, just not my kind of ok people and for the most part stayed with us, until about dusk almost dark actually when one of them said "Are we heading back?'' I looked at my buddy and he then nodded, we took off our packs and started to set up camp. Got our shelter halves put up and started dinner. All three of them looked at us and said "what are you doing?'' we gladly informed them that we intended to spend the night, with that they kinda looked dumbfold and asked "how do we get bak to our car?'' We told them that wasn't our problem and started to make dinner, as far as I know thay may still be out there try to find their car.

LoL....I like that story..

This is my last day of gun saeson last year.

I get to my spot at "O" dark thirty. I am setup behind a low granite rock on the left and a nice bush on the rught. I was in a spot that would be hard to find me if you knew I was there. I was watching with amazement at how the world came alive. The horizon was just getting a lite blue, the birds were chirping and I was having the time of my life just sitting there and watching the show.

I was glassing the far hill side about 500 yards away for any movement. I zoned in on a pair of jack rabbbits that were running around. I looked around the hill at the birds and rabbits for a while. It was just nice to be in a spot where all you could hear was natural sounds. There was not one human sound to be had.

It was getting to about 10:00am so I start to pull out my water bottle and a power bar for breakfast. Why is it that with all of our high tech stuff we can not make a silent wrappwer?? I finished breakfast just as a coyote was cruising the ridge.

I was startled out of my day dream when a twig snapped to my left. I slowly look that way and see a doe walking south about 80 yards out. I am just watching it nibble as it walked. It had no idea I was there. It got just out of my shooting lane on the right when I hear a gun shot and see this little doe run by headed north at about 500 miles an hour. I am trying to figure out how far a way the shot was. There is a lot of cussing, screaming and more gun fire. I see a guy go running north shouting and shooting as he ran. I was just about ready to send one of my .233 bullets into his ass, but decided not to.

Well with that much noise there was not a deer around for a 100 miles. I pack up and start my 1 1/2 mile walk out. I get to my truck and put my gear away and guess who walks up. He told me that he was atached by a mountian lion and that he shot at it but was not sure if he hit it. I tell him where I was and that I saw the whole thing. It was not a mountian lion but a really scared bob cat. I also told him that it is not legal to shoot the mountin lions any way.

I also suggested that he make sure what it is that he decides to shoot next time.



I have been walking in the same area and have walked right up to a bob cat hiding in a bush. When the cat bolted right in front of me, I was ready to change my shorts, but I did not start firing my gun.

Thats my little story.

Dru.

That's a good story. (Even has a lesson in it )