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Outdoor CSBs
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:45 am
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:45 am
So that things like deer getting another breath of Got Damn air and frying pan kills won't be lost.....
Arrow #1 hits vine and deflects into deer's hips. Deer begins crawling on front legs through palmetto.
I climb down and sneak through palmetto after deer that moves every time I get close.
I manage two more poor shots. Deer looks like pin cushion. Back straps likely ruined at this point.
Deer swims across 5' deep 15 yard wide slough. Gets hung up in cypress knees under huge tree.
I retrieve arrow #1(I'm out) and take a shot across slough. Deer makes horrible noise. He now looks like a bull near the end of a Spanish bull fight.
I find a way around slough to deer. I fashion a spear out of a gerber knife and sapling. Poking a hole in chest does not work well. Deer is staring at me.
I take knife off and decide to slit deer's throat. Grab antler. Deer jerks free with such speed and force that I expect to see my fingers flying through the air like the picture on the trolling motor bracket.
Deer has had enough of close combat and begins swimming down middle of slough toward huge brake. I fear he is gone forever.
Deer gets caught in buttonwood and either drowns or water fills holes I've made in body.
I get down to tighty whiteys and wade out to deer. Slough is covered in duck weed and it's January. It is now two hours after shot #1.
After cutting off all 4 legs and field dressing, I drag deer over 1 mile to parking lot. My legs are cramping so bad I must walk backwards for last 1/4 mile.
Get to friend's camp. I am covered in mud, blood and duckweed. He had no hot water. We boil water in crawfish cooker for bath.
Arrow #1 hits vine and deflects into deer's hips. Deer begins crawling on front legs through palmetto.
I climb down and sneak through palmetto after deer that moves every time I get close.
I manage two more poor shots. Deer looks like pin cushion. Back straps likely ruined at this point.
Deer swims across 5' deep 15 yard wide slough. Gets hung up in cypress knees under huge tree.
I retrieve arrow #1(I'm out) and take a shot across slough. Deer makes horrible noise. He now looks like a bull near the end of a Spanish bull fight.
I find a way around slough to deer. I fashion a spear out of a gerber knife and sapling. Poking a hole in chest does not work well. Deer is staring at me.
I take knife off and decide to slit deer's throat. Grab antler. Deer jerks free with such speed and force that I expect to see my fingers flying through the air like the picture on the trolling motor bracket.
Deer has had enough of close combat and begins swimming down middle of slough toward huge brake. I fear he is gone forever.
Deer gets caught in buttonwood and either drowns or water fills holes I've made in body.
I get down to tighty whiteys and wade out to deer. Slough is covered in duck weed and it's January. It is now two hours after shot #1.
After cutting off all 4 legs and field dressing, I drag deer over 1 mile to parking lot. My legs are cramping so bad I must walk backwards for last 1/4 mile.
Get to friend's camp. I am covered in mud, blood and duckweed. He had no hot water. We boil water in crawfish cooker for bath.
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Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:50 am to AlxTgr
Actually yours is a :cbs:
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:50 am to AlxTgr
Thank you for not letting the meat go to waste. Lesser men would have given up at the slough.
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:52 am to AlxTgr
I'm calling bullshite
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:53 am to AlxTgr
quote:
I get down to tighty whiteys and wade out to deer. Slough is covered in duck weed and it's January. It is now two hours after shot #1.
Posted on 11/29/11 at 9:59 am to AlxTgr
It was 
the second time also.
the second time also. 
Posted on 11/29/11 at 10:16 am to AlxTgr
This thread can not compete with the first one. We all had some nice stories in there, and yours was the climax. Anything we post after this is just a waste of bandwidth. 
Posted on 11/29/11 at 10:44 am to AlxTgr
When I was about 12 we hunted in the hills of Fort Adams. I shot at a doe with my 30-30 and shot low and forward. I found blood, so we got about 6 guys and went trail. Every time we got close, she'd jump up and run off. It was at night so didn't have any guns. She finally got winded and we caught up to her, but she wasn't dead. We tried hitting her with maglites and logs, but she kept going. Eventually a guy jumped on her back and slit her throat with a little 2 in Case knife. After twisting my ankle in a hole and rolling down a hill, we finally pulled her out of a gulley and got her back to the camp.
I had hit her in the front legs, both of them, and shatter both of them at the knees/elbows. At a young age I realized how important shot selection is.
I had hit her in the front legs, both of them, and shatter both of them at the knees/elbows. At a young age I realized how important shot selection is.
Posted on 11/29/11 at 10:46 am to AlxTgr
I've got one similar:
Went muzzle loader hunting with may dad's old arse cap and ball musket. Never used the thing before. He had it loaded and I had a couple extra caps, but that was my only ammo. Climbed up in my stand and waited. Pretty soon out steps a fat nanny. I drew a bead on her and fired. When the smoke cleared I saw she was laying on the ground a-floppin. Cool, I thought and climbed down. When I got to her I noticed she was hit high and still quite alive. I looked at the useless ol' musket in my hand and said to myself, "self, what the frick you gonna do now". That's when I thought about my old Old Timer w/ the 2.5 inch dull arse blade I had in my pocket. I straddled the irrate kicking deer and tried to cut her throat. This only served to make my arm tired and piss her off even more. So I decide to give her a little while and walked to my truck. When I got in my truck I saw my bro-in-law's old PSE Fireflight he had just given me to learn how to shoot. (I'd never bow hunted before at this point). I look at the few field tipped pointed, mismatched arrows he had in the quiver and devised a plan. I drive back to the still very much alive doe, grab my bow and and arrows and walk up to her. I nocked an arrow and tried to pull it back. The arrow falls off. Try again, same thing. I then realize I need one of those release things that those bow hunters use in order to do this right. Whatever, I can overcome this. On about my 17th try I manage to get drawn and fling and arrow that misses the entire deer. At point blank range. My second attempt was a little better but I caught too much of the shoulder and only get about 3" of penetration. This further enrages the doe. After she calms down I was able to get my 3rd arrow into a vital or two and she eventually gives up the ghost. Total time from inital musket blast was probably a little over 2 hours. Tl:dr :CBS:
Went muzzle loader hunting with may dad's old arse cap and ball musket. Never used the thing before. He had it loaded and I had a couple extra caps, but that was my only ammo. Climbed up in my stand and waited. Pretty soon out steps a fat nanny. I drew a bead on her and fired. When the smoke cleared I saw she was laying on the ground a-floppin. Cool, I thought and climbed down. When I got to her I noticed she was hit high and still quite alive. I looked at the useless ol' musket in my hand and said to myself, "self, what the frick you gonna do now". That's when I thought about my old Old Timer w/ the 2.5 inch dull arse blade I had in my pocket. I straddled the irrate kicking deer and tried to cut her throat. This only served to make my arm tired and piss her off even more. So I decide to give her a little while and walked to my truck. When I got in my truck I saw my bro-in-law's old PSE Fireflight he had just given me to learn how to shoot. (I'd never bow hunted before at this point). I look at the few field tipped pointed, mismatched arrows he had in the quiver and devised a plan. I drive back to the still very much alive doe, grab my bow and and arrows and walk up to her. I nocked an arrow and tried to pull it back. The arrow falls off. Try again, same thing. I then realize I need one of those release things that those bow hunters use in order to do this right. Whatever, I can overcome this. On about my 17th try I manage to get drawn and fling and arrow that misses the entire deer. At point blank range. My second attempt was a little better but I caught too much of the shoulder and only get about 3" of penetration. This further enrages the doe. After she calms down I was able to get my 3rd arrow into a vital or two and she eventually gives up the ghost. Total time from inital musket blast was probably a little over 2 hours. Tl:dr :CBS:
This post was edited on 11/29/11 at 10:49 am
Posted on 11/21/13 at 2:31 pm to AlxTgr
bump
Posted on 11/21/13 at 3:07 pm to AlxTgr
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My legs are cramping so bad I must walk backwards for last 1/4 mile
One of the best stories on the OB evvvvvaaahhhh!
Posted on 11/22/13 at 6:03 pm to AlxTgr
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