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your first deer or memory of deer hunting as a kid
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:03 pm
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:03 pm
My dad use to take me in the stand before i can remember. Thanksgiving, on one occasion i kept telling him i had to go to the bathroom, but he wouldn't stop and just said to hold it. Well that didn't work out and i shite my pants in the truck, luckily i had long johns on so i just put my pants back on. Unfortunately it was explosive diarrhea. Another mile down the road i shite myself again, out of pants, and dad gave me a pair of his underwear to put on. Almost to a town, shite myself again. At this point we are out of clothes, so all i have on is a bath cloth and my shirt. We are headed through this town to go home, and we came to a checkpoint. Dad pulls up, rolls down the window. The officer came up and peered inside, then proceeded to make the most ideal WTF face ever. Dad was at a loss of words, and told the officer what happened while i sat there in shame. I don't even remember getting home, but now hearing my dad tell it is pretty damn funny.
Now my first deer. A few weeks after that day, Dad and i were on this food plot in a wooden box built into a tree. Deer started pouring in, at one point there was 12 different deer in the field. So he puts my 243 up on the railing and tells me to shoot this doe at 30 yards. I take aim, and my teeth start chittering out of control because i was really nervous at that point. All of a sudden the deer blows and every one ran out the field except a big doe that was at the end of the plot,150 yds, dad was not happy. So, he told me to just aim at the deer, i thought he meant shoot, so he is looking all around the field with binoculars while i am taking aim. I aimed behind the shoulder and shot, then dad pretty much yelled. he turned and looked at me with two red arse circles around his eyes. The deer had run off, but when we got down to look there was blood everywhere, and the doe only ran 20 yds. Got back to the camp, everyone all excited, and start to clean her. My dad calls me over and tells me we have to throw the meat away because it has worms, so i go over there all sad like and look for worms. Didn't see any, then he proceeded to smear blood all over my face, it got up my nose and in my mouth.
Now my first deer. A few weeks after that day, Dad and i were on this food plot in a wooden box built into a tree. Deer started pouring in, at one point there was 12 different deer in the field. So he puts my 243 up on the railing and tells me to shoot this doe at 30 yards. I take aim, and my teeth start chittering out of control because i was really nervous at that point. All of a sudden the deer blows and every one ran out the field except a big doe that was at the end of the plot,150 yds, dad was not happy. So, he told me to just aim at the deer, i thought he meant shoot, so he is looking all around the field with binoculars while i am taking aim. I aimed behind the shoulder and shot, then dad pretty much yelled. he turned and looked at me with two red arse circles around his eyes. The deer had run off, but when we got down to look there was blood everywhere, and the doe only ran 20 yds. Got back to the camp, everyone all excited, and start to clean her. My dad calls me over and tells me we have to throw the meat away because it has worms, so i go over there all sad like and look for worms. Didn't see any, then he proceeded to smear blood all over my face, it got up my nose and in my mouth.
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Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:06 pm to cchoque93
How did you shite yourself so much?Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:07 pm to Dooshay
I got real sick 
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:08 pm to cchoque93
4LSU2 will appreciate this story.
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:12 pm to cchoque93
My first hunting trip:
Got a knot on my forehead from being beaned in the head with the gunrack.
Stung by a wasp on the head.
Found a snake in the stand.
Dad shot a 10pt.
Took a cypress knee to the ribs when I tripped.
Did not shite myself.
Got a knot on my forehead from being beaned in the head with the gunrack.
Stung by a wasp on the head.
Found a snake in the stand.
Dad shot a 10pt.
Took a cypress knee to the ribs when I tripped.
Did not shite myself.
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:13 pm to cchoque93
POURED from like 6-10
Then finally got out there and shot my first teal with a Winchester side by side. Next day killed 3
My bad. Didn't see "deer"
Then finally got out there and shot my first teal with a Winchester side by side. Next day killed 3
My bad. Didn't see "deer"
This post was edited on 11/19/13 at 11:25 pm
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:16 pm to cchoque93
First hunts involved grabbing the .22 and walking the fence lines with my dad, I had no idea we weren't actually hunting. He would always tell me to shoot whatever deer I saw, didn't matter what time of the year it was either. We never saw shite. Now he can't walk the fences that much anymore, I'd take those "hunts" over any hunting I do now.
Okay, now that I'm done crying. My first deer was one of the first times I went hunting, by myself. Shot a doe at about 15 yards with my .30-30. We got up to it and my dad tells me congrats on my first buck. I look at him like WTF? He rolls the deer over and my doe turns into a button headed buck. That day I learned how to distinguish a buck from a doe by the shape of the top of the head.
Okay, now that I'm done crying. My first deer was one of the first times I went hunting, by myself. Shot a doe at about 15 yards with my .30-30. We got up to it and my dad tells me congrats on my first buck. I look at him like WTF? He rolls the deer over and my doe turns into a button headed buck. That day I learned how to distinguish a buck from a doe by the shape of the top of the head.
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:22 pm to cchoque93
First deer 10 yrs old I was sitting on a stump and my dad was sitting on the trunk of a lay down. Had a Winchester youth model 20 ga with buckshot. Heard something running through the woods and dad jumps up yelling "Shoot, shoot!!!" His yelling was enough for the doe to stop broad side 30 yards away and I dropped her. I know for a fact he was more excited than I was and him telling me over and over how proud of me he was is the thing I will always remember
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:36 pm to cchoque93
I must have been a really little guy. Early 60's near Hallettesville, TX. I barely remember it. It was with my father and great-uncle. I just remember it being dark and really cold.
I also remember my Great-uncle had a big cut over his eye and blood running down his face. They got a deer and cut it up, and put the deer parts in the door panels (of a van) to keep the meat cool...that's what they told me at the time when I asked.
Later in life I learned:
My Great-Uncle had cut himself with the scope on my dad's '03 Springfield. My Great-uncle had carried one in WWI and wanted to fire my Dad's '03 Springfield for old time sake. Unfortunately my Great-Uncle was quite old and could no longer handle 30-06 recoil.
They also managed to accidentally kill a doe just before sunset in the days that it was buck-only hunting. They processed the deer out in the dark cold night and hid the pieces inside the panels of the Econoline van we were in...hiding it from any game warden checkpoints and praying they didn't have any dogs.
I also remember my Great-uncle had a big cut over his eye and blood running down his face. They got a deer and cut it up, and put the deer parts in the door panels (of a van) to keep the meat cool...that's what they told me at the time when I asked.
Later in life I learned:
My Great-Uncle had cut himself with the scope on my dad's '03 Springfield. My Great-uncle had carried one in WWI and wanted to fire my Dad's '03 Springfield for old time sake. Unfortunately my Great-Uncle was quite old and could no longer handle 30-06 recoil.
They also managed to accidentally kill a doe just before sunset in the days that it was buck-only hunting. They processed the deer out in the dark cold night and hid the pieces inside the panels of the Econoline van we were in...hiding it from any game warden checkpoints and praying they didn't have any dogs.
This post was edited on 11/19/13 at 11:43 pm
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:49 pm to FelicianaTigerfan
I don't remember my first hunt specifically but I do remember the first hunting season I can remember with much detail was the 1984/1985 deer season (from last weekend in November 1984 thru January 1985) when I just turned 10. We had a hunting camp about 30 minutes south of Selma, Alabama back then. I sat on the ground one morning that season with my dad in a beautiful open hardwood bottom with a stream that went through. The spot was called "the swamp" because of a swamp nearby. I fell asleep propped up next to my dad and the tree we were sitting by only to be awoken by the sound of a 30/06 rifle going off. My dad had used my shoulder as a gun rest to shoot a 225 pound 8 point. Talk about a rude awakening.
Posted on 11/19/13 at 11:55 pm to Govt Tide
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My dad had used my shoulder as a gun rest .
Posted on 11/20/13 at 4:14 am to cchoque93
Me and pow pow would sit on his tailgait on top of the levee and "deer hunt."
It was a time for just us.
We never saw anything but it didn't matter.
Miss him.
It was a time for just us.
We never saw anything but it didn't matter.
Miss him.
Posted on 11/20/13 at 5:05 am to El Josey Wales
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4LSU2 will appreciate this story.
I just read it and couldn't contain my laughter.
Posted on 11/20/13 at 7:21 am to cchoque93
Noxube Refuge on opening day...hunters everywhere. Mrs Nazary had hand sewed me an orange vest to where...probably 9 or 10 years old. Our group killed a doe. I was hooked.
Posted on 11/20/13 at 7:42 am to CoastieGM
By gun rest I mean the angle he had to get to comfortably get a good shot required bracing the gun against my shoulder. I was out cold sleeping like a champ and he didn't have time to wake me up. It was either try to wake me up and likely scare the deer off or ground check him while giving me a loud wake up call.
Think about how much you flinch when someone unexpectedly shoots a high powered rifle within 100 yards of you and then imagine a round going off a foot from your head without any advanced warning.
P.S. It was a heck of a deer though. I remember us having to borrow one of our member's old Honda 3 wheeler to haul it out. It was January 1985 so there were very few if any 4 wheelers yet. My K-12 school at the time was having a school sponsored deer hunt fundraiser where parents with hunting camps would host out of state/out of area hunters for a fee to raise money. We hosted a few hunters at our place and a couple of hunters were pissed when they saw what my dad brought in.
Think about how much you flinch when someone unexpectedly shoots a high powered rifle within 100 yards of you and then imagine a round going off a foot from your head without any advanced warning.
P.S. It was a heck of a deer though. I remember us having to borrow one of our member's old Honda 3 wheeler to haul it out. It was January 1985 so there were very few if any 4 wheelers yet. My K-12 school at the time was having a school sponsored deer hunt fundraiser where parents with hunting camps would host out of state/out of area hunters for a fee to raise money. We hosted a few hunters at our place and a couple of hunters were pissed when they saw what my dad brought in.
This post was edited on 11/20/13 at 7:46 am
Posted on 11/20/13 at 7:49 am to ZacAttack
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irst hunts involved grabbing the .22 and walking the fence lines with my dad, I had no idea we weren't actually hunting. He would always tell me to shoot whatever deer I saw, didn't matter what time of the year it was either. We never saw shite. Now he can't walk the fences that much anymore, I'd take those "hunts" over any hunting I do now.
Love stories like that.
Posted on 11/20/13 at 7:58 am to cchoque93
I grew up a duck hunter, and didn't kill my first deer until age 19, but here's the story.
My hunting buddy and I had decided to "daylight to dark" it. We planned on staying in the blind/in the woods from the time we left the launch in the am, until it got black dark. We even thought to bring plenty of food, cigarettes (I smoked then), and Skoal (he dipped).
We were hunting where an oxbow lake flowed into the Red River. That was our little duck spot. I don't think we had a blind there then, but it was one of those spots where you could hunt from the bank and be fine. We killed a pretty good wad of ducks from daylight until about 10:00 that am. It was FREEZING COLD. Like 12 or 15 degrees cold. He started walking around in the field on the oxbow lake, and shooting doves our of trees. It was so cold that they wouldn't fly off. He killed a rabbit in there too.
All of sudden, I heard him yelling "TREY GET READY GET READY!!!"
I heard a crashing sound, and a doe came running from the field right behind me, straight at our decoy spread (the little oxbow was only about two feet deep where it flowed into the river right there).
I shot her three times w/3 inch steel shot. Probably at 10 yards, 20 yard, and 30 yards.
She fell down every time I pulled the trigger, and the third time, she didn't get up. My buddy comes running up towards me, and we meet at about where the deer dropped.
She'd been shot through both elbows, both knees, and the lungs. That was my first deer. The next two were also killed "running through decoys" in a similar situation.
When we got home that night, we had 8 or 10 doves, 8 or 10 ducks, a rabbit, and a deer.
My hunting buddy and I had decided to "daylight to dark" it. We planned on staying in the blind/in the woods from the time we left the launch in the am, until it got black dark. We even thought to bring plenty of food, cigarettes (I smoked then), and Skoal (he dipped).
We were hunting where an oxbow lake flowed into the Red River. That was our little duck spot. I don't think we had a blind there then, but it was one of those spots where you could hunt from the bank and be fine. We killed a pretty good wad of ducks from daylight until about 10:00 that am. It was FREEZING COLD. Like 12 or 15 degrees cold. He started walking around in the field on the oxbow lake, and shooting doves our of trees. It was so cold that they wouldn't fly off. He killed a rabbit in there too.
All of sudden, I heard him yelling "TREY GET READY GET READY!!!"
I heard a crashing sound, and a doe came running from the field right behind me, straight at our decoy spread (the little oxbow was only about two feet deep where it flowed into the river right there).
I shot her three times w/3 inch steel shot. Probably at 10 yards, 20 yard, and 30 yards.
She fell down every time I pulled the trigger, and the third time, she didn't get up. My buddy comes running up towards me, and we meet at about where the deer dropped.
She'd been shot through both elbows, both knees, and the lungs. That was my first deer. The next two were also killed "running through decoys" in a similar situation.
When we got home that night, we had 8 or 10 doves, 8 or 10 ducks, a rabbit, and a deer.
Posted on 11/20/13 at 7:59 am to cchoque93
My dad wasn't a deer hunter, so he took me squirrel hunting every now and then, but mostly, we fished. I guess that stuck, because even now at 44, mostly, I fish.
I do deer hunt when invited, and enjoy it. My first deer wasn't until I was 27 years old. My cousin had some land and her kids needed a male figure to take them hunting. Of course, they knew more than me about it, but nonetheless, I could keep them from shooting each other. Eventually, she told me I could come out there anytime with or without them, so I started going in the evening after work. First time I went, I saw a doe at about 75 yards in a powerline, but decided I wanted my first deer to be a buck. Well, let her walk, and the next day, got back in the same hang on and saw what I thought was the same doe. Waited and watched about 20 minutes, then decided it must be my fate to take this 'doe'. Shot it at 75 yards, spine shot. Deer screamed that spine shot scream so I shot again, it kinda freaked me out. Didn't realize a deer could scream lol. Walked up on my 'doe', but as I got closer, realized it was a spike with 3" spikes on both sides. I was hunting with a Marlin 30-30 with no scope, and didn't know about checking the shape of the head/nose.
He tasted great.
ETA: did not shite self
I do deer hunt when invited, and enjoy it. My first deer wasn't until I was 27 years old. My cousin had some land and her kids needed a male figure to take them hunting. Of course, they knew more than me about it, but nonetheless, I could keep them from shooting each other. Eventually, she told me I could come out there anytime with or without them, so I started going in the evening after work. First time I went, I saw a doe at about 75 yards in a powerline, but decided I wanted my first deer to be a buck. Well, let her walk, and the next day, got back in the same hang on and saw what I thought was the same doe. Waited and watched about 20 minutes, then decided it must be my fate to take this 'doe'. Shot it at 75 yards, spine shot. Deer screamed that spine shot scream so I shot again, it kinda freaked me out. Didn't realize a deer could scream lol. Walked up on my 'doe', but as I got closer, realized it was a spike with 3" spikes on both sides. I was hunting with a Marlin 30-30 with no scope, and didn't know about checking the shape of the head/nose.
He tasted great.
ETA: did not shite self
This post was edited on 11/20/13 at 8:03 am
Posted on 11/20/13 at 8:44 am to TigerTreyjpg
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Love stories like that
Those are great stories. My dad use to be a big dove hunter when I was very young but once he got more into deer hunting around the time I was 9 or 10 we hardly went dove hunting anymore. As a matter of fact, I haven't been on a dove hunt in probably 20 years. One of his best friends was a huge dove hunter and use to host these huge hunts on baited fields. My earliest memories of any kind of hunting were when I was about 6 years old. I was my dad's "bird dog" as I'd retrieve any doves he shot. You felt like you were on a Civil War battlefield (minus the cannons) with the amount of gunfire going off at those dove hunts.
I remember shooting my dad's 20 gauge shotgun with his assistance when I was about 6. My dad and his friends use to put mock oranges on fence posts and have their sons about my age try to shoot them off. I remember unloading my BB gun trying to shoot the large crickets/locusts that were everywhere during dove season. Good memories.
This post was edited on 11/20/13 at 8:46 am
Posted on 11/20/13 at 8:56 am to cchoque93
The old man that lived down the road from us actually took me on my first hunt. i use to love to see that old blue Ford F250 farm truck pull in our driveway in the afternoon cause I knew he was stopping by on his way to go hunt and was gonna invite me along. This old man was like a grandfather to me. I remember him having a matchstick hanging out his mouth and a grocery sack full of fruit sitting in those old box stands all you could hear was him sucking his teeth as we watched a mound of sweet potatoes.
Dont know if he is aware of the influence he had on me growing up. Through my teen and later in life every time I was headed down the wrong path all id think of is how disappointed he'd be if he saw me. That would put me back on the straight and narrow every time
Dont know if he is aware of the influence he had on me growing up. Through my teen and later in life every time I was headed down the wrong path all id think of is how disappointed he'd be if he saw me. That would put me back on the straight and narrow every time
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