Tell me a deer story.......

[kmike75]

What's your story??? Have you every hunted the RUT? It's happening now in the Illini State, where the real bucks are!!! Are you a bow hunter, firearm hunter, or do you do like me, take the bow and the digital camera with you??? Tell me about the best time you ever had hunting the whitetail!!!!

 

[loup garou]

The best time I had hunting tail, eh? Well this one time, there was this little hottie at this bar by my hou....oh, deer??? Nevermind.

 

[kmike75]

Werk,
God don't tell me you took the camera on THAT hunt..........

 

[CrumCake]

Today on the way to work, a white dodge truck passed me as i was slowly putting along. The bed was loaded down with coolers and lawnchairs and someother junk, but what brought a chuckle on was the the two sets of deer legs sticking out of the bed on the passenger side of the truck. Seems he had a good day in the woods here in Indiana.

 

[dude]

Not quite the best time, and only time was one warm summer night, on interstate 476, I killed a deer. Goddamn thing ran in front of the car and just stopped. All I could see were it's very brightly reflective eyes as I ran into it. Had good brakes so I wasn't hurt. The car was totaled though. Thank god for insurance.

 

[DaBoneHead]

Living in Pennsylvania, I did my fair share of hunting when I was young. The last time I went deer hunting was when I was 15, and that was 16 years ago.

My father was a big time hunter. He hunted everything and with everything. He had built his own flintlock rifle (black powder), and had convinced several of his state trooper buddies to get the same rig. Muzzle-loading season was after normal deer hunting season, so if they didn't have any luck during the normal season, they could give it a go during the black-powder muzzle-loading season.

Well, to make a long story short, we were pushing a large section of woods looking for a 12pt deer that had been spotted. Noone had gotten him during the normal season, and he had earned the nickname 'the phantom'. We had a pretty good idea he was around, since he had been spotted at night going through this old overgrown orchard that was adjacent the woods. So, we put 3 guys as shooters, and 5 guys pushing the woods. I was in the middle, covering an old logging road... this was given to me because, though I had shot a deer, I never killed one, and they were giving me the best chance to bag him. On my way to the position, hiking through deep snow, I stopped once to take a few seconds break... my undoing later. I had set my gun down for a minute (flint-locks are very heavy).

Well, I got to my position, and about 20 minutes later, I started to hear the pushers coming through the woods making as much noise as possible, and thought that we must have missed him if the pushers were so close, when like an apparition a deer as big as a horse appeared. He had come out not on the old road, but right next to it through some thick brush. He was now only about 15 or 20 feet from me, and at that moment the world stood still. I looked at him... he looked at me, and nobody moved. It was like the classic western duel. Finally, I snapped up my musket and fired... or so I tried. There was more snow in the pan than powder from when I set it down. At the sound of the flint-stone & hammer striking the pan, the deer bolted to the left of me, and was gone.

That should have been the end of the story, but unfortunately for all of us it wasn't.

Not more than one minute later, I heard the thundering bellow of a musket discharge to the left of me, the shooter to the left of me (one of the state troopers) had fired. At that moment my heart fluttered in the belief that we may have gotten the phantom, when the most chilling sound I have ever heard filled the air. This scream... this high-pitched, mind-numbing scream. I at first thought that an accident had happened, that a woman had been shot. The scream sounded like a woman's high-pitched scream. I ran at full speed and came upon an unbelievable scene. The guy on my left had shot a doe that must have been with the big buck, but he had hit it in the hips, and its entire hind quarters were a mangle of blood and bone. The deer was screaming inscessantly, and desperately using its front two legs to try to scramble away from us, its rear legs completely useless and turned at an odd angle. My gun was still fouled, and the guy who shot the deer was unnerved, and having a hard time reloading his musket to provide the finishing shot. By this time everyone was upon the deer, and I think in as much shock as I was. I was having impulses to get a vet, to try to help the animal. I had seen deer shot before, but they always dropped right away. I had never seen one try so vainly to survive, and almost beg for its life in the end.

When the coup de grace was given to the deer, the silence that followed was deafening. Noone said anything, we all just stood around looking at the deer. The woods were no longer full of the sounds of animals. The wind no longer blew. Even the sound of snow crunching underfoot seemed muffled. It seemed as if the world was acknowledging a particularly obscene event. A certain innocence and naivety had been stripped of me that day.

I have never hunted since.

 

[desy]

Hunting is hard and nature is hard.
Fortunately for me I haven't shot any deer that haven't gone down after the first shot. I have had to track a few wounded animals from others I've been with but was successful in every attempt to end it.
My buddy has a story like that from when he and his dad went, again about the same age as you but he still goes. Although it took him a while. This is one of the main reasons I hunt with a high power rifle and not bows and arrows or shotguns or muzzleloaders. Those take a level of skill I don't currently posses.
I want to be able to dispatch the game as quick as humanly possible and I won't take a shot unless it is broadside to me within a range I am comfortable shooting. This means that sometimes I don't fill my tag
but I'd rather face that embarasment than unnecisarily hurt or prolong the suffering of an animal.

 

[jonnyGURU]

Hmm.... A Deer story?

I have this Deer power supply that runs just hot enough to where if it's mounted in the case, the PC locks up. However, if it just sits on my test bench, it can run any PC for any period of time and never have a problem.

Go figure.

 

[palad]

Um... before we met, my wife took an elk in the mountains of Colorado, near I-70. Weapon of choice: Ford Maverick. Victor: My wife. She hit a huge bull elk about 2 or 3 in the morning, knocked out every piece of glass in the car, but when she finally came to a stop, covered in elk blood and fur, she cranked the engine aand it actually started. She managed todrive a few miles to the next exit, where a patrolman pulled her over and couldn't believe she had survived. With all the blood and fur, nobody thinks the elk survived, all my wife had was a broken nose and a couple of cuts on her forehead and knuckles.

 

[Raspewtin]

I can tell you a pretty funny deer story. When I was working in a St. Louis hospital, a guy came in with a serious wound on the back of the neck. Apparently he had shot a deer, thought he killed it, put in his truck bay (he didn't have a rear window I guess), and while he was driving, the deer bit him in the back of the neck. He's lucky he wasn't in heavy traffic when it happened.

DaBoneHead, that was a moving story. At least that deer didn't die a totally meaningless death if it stopped you from hunting again.

 

[Spoooon]

A friend of mine went hunting with a new rifle. It had a scope on it. His previous rifle didn't. He took aim, and fired, and forgot about the scope. He had a nasty black eye.