| Title: | The Hunting Notesfile |
| Notice: | Registry #7, For Sale #15, Success #270 |
| Moderator: | SALEM::PAPPALARDO |
| Created: | Wed Sep 02 1987 |
| Last Modified: | Tue Jun 03 1997 |
| Last Successful Update: | Fri Jun 06 1997 |
| Number of topics: | 1561 |
| Total number of notes: | 17784 |
I can still remember deer camp as if it were yesterday. George and
i arrived on Sunday. We were greeted with a fine 8 point buck
hanggin in the tree. Donnie had got it on Friday and was still
happy to have the first buck shot at camp. We had hunted all week
and seen plenty of doe but no bucks. On Friday i woke up around
4:30 and had coffee. We planned our stradegy and headed out.
At about 10:30 i was thinking about heading back for some
breakfest. As i started on the 3 mile hike back to camp i crossed
the logging road where the year before i had missed a nice buck.
I had a smoke and thought about not going back to camp.
I stared hard at the swamp that i had hunted before and
decided to give it a try. I was walking in the swamp about 15 minutes
when a movement caught my eyes. A BIG BUCK... i slowly knelt down
and found an opening inbetween 2 trees. As the buck entered the
opening i found his shoulder in the cross-hairs...BOOM... he fell
on the spot. I walked over pnly 30 yrds away and i almost sh*t.
He is the biggest deer i have ever seen in the woods. I started
dressing him out and thought about the drag that awaited me.
It was 175 yds to the logging road and it was allll swamp.
I dragged him to the logging road " 1 1/2 hours later " and i
was exhausted. I waited a few minutes and the headed back to camp.
I hadn't walked more than a 1/4 of a mile when i saw 2 orange figures
coming my way. It was Jim and George, they heard my shots and waited
till after breakfest to check it out. I told them about the buck
and they just grinned. George went back to camp and got his F-250
and Jim stayed with me. When we finally got him back to camp aroud
2:30 i just stared at him. He was the biggest of my 15 years of
hunting. A fine 13 pointer that later weighed in at 202 pounds.
I sit here writing this waiting for my taxidermist to call
me and tell me that big boy is ready................
jeff
..........who still has fond memories...(-:
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| 297.1 | Fond Memories "88" | BTO::STEVENS_J | Still Making Table Candles | Fri Dec 02 1988 14:34 | 15 |
Guys,
I wrote this note not thinking....... I should of put
it in the other file.
If anyone would like to have this FOND MEMORIES "88" jump in
and lets hear about the ones in the freezer......
I am sure that people enjoy hearing the stories??????????
jeff
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| 297.2 | I'll enter it when it happens... | TSE::LEFEBVRE | Nothing personal | Fri Dec 02 1988 14:55 | 5 |
Still waiting for a "Fond Memory" to happen...:^)
Mark_who's_seen_12_deer_and_only_1_confirmed_buck...:^(
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| 297.3 | Smart old Buck!!! | HPSTEK::EMERRILL | Nature is a Mother | Thu Dec 08 1988 15:54 | 43 |
I am an experienced hunter and have hunted ever since I
can remember. A few years ago, I had an experience deer hunting in
New Hampshire, that some of you may find of interest.
It was a cool Nov. day with 3" to 4" inches of fresh fluffy tracking
snow. I had found a huge fresh buck's track, and decided hunt him.
Tracking alone, trying to get a shot at your quarry, is a difficult task.
I knew that the track was not more than a hour old and the perfect tracking
snow would improve my chances. As I tracked the buck, I marveled at how
big his track was. His stride was almost twice that of a normal deer.
I'm thinking, this sucker has got to be a monster.
As I tracked him through the softwood, I came upon a fresh bed.
I couldn't believe it. It was 4 ft. long!! The snow in the bed was
un-melted, and the buck was walking. Good, I thought, I hadn't
jumped him. He couldn't be more than a few minutes ahead of me.
I still-hunted, in my best Indian style, slow and quite. within
20 minutes, I found where he had walked past a little knoll. He abruptly
changed directions and headed for it. I Already knew that this sucker
had outwitted me. He had doubled back and watched his back track.
As I investigated, I found his bed on top. On his first leap from
his bed he went 35 ft. over the back of the knoll. I followed
his leaping tracks for 2 miles, before I found a place where he stopped
and milled around. He had waited to see if I was still coming!!
I continued to follow his tracks. Finally he slowed to a walk.
The afternoon was getting late as I crested a rise. The deer tracks
stopped. I mean, they just stopped and disappeared!!!
What the hell is this??? Thinking He must have leaped, I cut a circle.
Nothing!! Two more times I cut larger 360 Deg. circles. Still nothing.
I scratched my head!!! Now, I know he didn't fly, or did he???
It sure looked that way.
I backtracked trying to figure it out. The son-of-bitch had
walked backward in his own tracks for 75 yards, and then leaped
off sideways to hide the evidence. In all the time that I had been
tracking him, I never saw or heard him. I just knew he was standing in
the brush, laughing at me!!!! Now, was he one smart sucker or what??
As it was getting dark, I had to give it up, knowing I was a
little wiser and had met my match that day. I guess It's the smart
ones that get to be monsters!!!
A week later, a 12 year boy shot a 14 point buck, in a sand pit.
It was 3 miles from where I had been hunting. His buck field dressed out
at 240 lbs. -I'm betting, it was the same deer.-
Ellis
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| 297.4 | They may not be successful, but they are fond... | PLATA::BILLINGSLEA | PERSISTENCE PAYS | Thu Dec 08 1988 17:57 | 1 |
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