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Old 06-22-2014, 09:01 PM   #51
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Thanks guys. You keep blowing up my ego and you might get another one. That is a theat.

I will try to take a picture of the picture of Me, Norris the javalina and the spear tomorrow and post.
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Thanks guys. You keep blowing up my ego and you might get another one. That is a theat.

I will try to take a picture of the picture of Me, Norris the javalina and the spear tomorrow and post.
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This is going to be a Great thread! Fun reading boys.
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Old 06-23-2014, 02:36 AM   #54
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Come on guys, we need some more stories. There are some fine trad hunters on here and I would like to hear from some more of them.
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This happend when I was about 20 yrs old. I had sold my compound and bought a recurve. It was the era after it was not cool to shoot a recurve and before it was cool again.

Some Days.........

I was scouting out my first real lease that I paid for with my own money. I had always heard about hunting in the Texas hill country and now I had a 1000 acres to hunt off of HWY 71 just south of Llano.

The ranch had hogs and I had read a lot about hunting wild boar with their razor sharp teeth and bad dispostions. I was young and not skeered of nothing.

I heard a hog working a bump bucket by a pond. I eased that direction and found about a 150 lb boar hog shaking the bucket then eating the corn then repeating. It was about midday and he was out in the open acting like he was not afraid of anything.

There was not any cover as most cow pasture ponds are pretty much cleared for a good area around them. There was however a good sized oak between me and him and I lined up behind that and tried to close the distance. I had about 75 yds to cover and the tree was about 15 yds from him.

Now there was this cow that was standing up to her belly in water in the middle of the pond that saw me. She would alternate looking at me and looking at the hog. I moved when the hog was facing away and stopped when I was afraid he would catch my movement. The cow watched intently switching her attention between me and the hog.

It took about 20 minutes to get beside of that oak tree about 15 yds from the soon to be very dead pig, the first that I would have ever shot at. Just as I raised my bow to shoot the cow's motherly instinct must have kicked in because she charged out of the water and ran at the hog. The hog ran off leaving the cow standing there where the hog had been seconds ago. I wanted to kill her more than I have ever wanted to shoot anything.

To add insult to injury as I walked back to camp I came across a 100+ lb sow with about six 30 ish pound little ones with her. I spooked all but one of them and they ran off and stopped at about 30 yds looking back at the one piglet that had not noticed them leaving. It was about 15 yds from me head on. I figured I would shoot over the pigs head and run an arrow through the neck and into its chest. The pig would squeal, mom with rush in and I would get her too. Well I hit the little pig dead center in the forehead. The arrow ricocheted off of its forehead and I do not think the arrow has hit the ground to this day.

All of the hogs ran off. I was left standing there thinking that this bow hunting is going be tough. I was right. It took me 4 yrs and switching to a compound for a while to kill my first animal.

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Old 06-23-2014, 10:26 PM   #57
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Back when I was about 33 and Chris was 13 I bought him and Dusty a .243 to kill their first deer with. We were hunting a lease near Llano that my wife's family had hunted for many years. I knew of a spot on a wide creek that hogs liked to bed down in. The three of us were on the top of the creek looking down into the brush trying to find the hogs. I had killed several in this creek before. I had two favorite ways of finding them. The first was by hearing them snoring and easing in for a shot. I had an evil streak in me that made me enjoy being the boogy man by waking them up with an arrow.

The second way I that I found to find the sleeping hogs is that the little piglets would act like little children and wander off when the older folks were napping. If you found the little guys out for a walk and were careful enough to not totally freak them out you could bump them just enough that they would go back to the main group of hogs and all you had to do was follow.

Anyhow we crept along the top of the creek and found the only two hogs that I had ever seen sleeping right out in the open in the bottom of the creek. They were laying side by side touching. They were about 125-150 lb hogs. The nearest one was black . I got on my knees and had Chris rest the rifle on my right shoulder. I laid my bow down and unsnapped my holster so I could draw my .357 pistol if the need arose.

Chris took about a 50 yd shot and missed. The only thing that I can figure is that the hogs were sleeping so soundly they did not know exactly what had happened or what direction the noise had came from. They did not even stand up. They just looked startled and laid there still. Now with their eyes open. I told him "Shoot again, shoot again!". He shot again and the black hog rolled over and kicked twice and it was done.

The other hog, cream colored, jumped up and ran into some brush. The brushy area was only about a 20 yd circle. I could see if it had exited out from any direction and it had not. I told both boys to stay there that I was going down there to try and get a shot with my Bighorn Custom recurve. Just about the time that I got close to the dead hog the second hog busted out of the brush and ran past me on my right side at about 10 yds. I had an arrow nocked and I swung on the pig and buried an arrow into its rib cage.

The hog ran up the creek bank and took off paralleling the creek heading in the opposite direction from the boys. I was not old and fat at the time and I ran after the hog. After about a 50 yd chase the sow turned, stood her ground and growled. It got my attention but I was young and not SKEERED of nothing.

I was about 6 feet from the hog and she was standing there putting on a pretty good show. I now only had 3 sharp arrows, two hogs to clean and wanted to hunt the evening hunt which was fast approaching so I reached for my .357. Remember I had unsnapped the holster? Well the .357 was not there. I don't know if you remember the scene in one of the Indy films where the same thing happend to him but the look on my face must have been priceless.

Well I was young and not SKEERED. I had a Gerber BMF knife. BMF stood for Basic Multi Function but it should have stood for something else because it was a BIG knife. The hog was acting like it was about to go down and I thought I would pull a John Wanye and walk straight up to the hog, stand in front of it, stab it though the neck and slice its throat with it standing there.

Well the walking up to the hog part went just fine. The hog however had not read the script and she pulled a John Wayne of her own. She charged me when I was about 3' away. I was back pedaling and she was gaining. After about 3 steps backward I threw the knife side armed. I was aiming for the rib cage. The knife hit the hog in the neck. She imdiately stopped. Sat down. Opened her mouth and the blood flowed. She rolled over backwards and wound up in the bottom of the creek. Before she flipped I did have time to hastly take a pic with a throw away camera.

And like the in the javalina story I may had peed a wee bit. I did not find my pistol until the next day. I do have pics of this too. I WILL try to post pics of all of these tall tails tomorrow.

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Old 06-24-2014, 08:11 AM   #58
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Old 06-24-2014, 10:21 AM   #59
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Blackwidow Bear

When a close friend of mine in Oklahoma said that if he had someone to go with him he would make another trip to Ontario for bear, I jumped at the chance to push him off the fence.
I worked my self into a lather the couple of months before we left, buying heavier limbs for my bow and loading up Carbonwood shafts with weed eater cord. That arrow, along with a 200 grain Snuffer created a bear arrow weighing in at 700 grains.
The road trip to Canada flew by with the four of us taking turns telling our stories and babbling about the adventure ahead. Goose Bay Lodge turned out to be as promised with a cozy 2 bed room cottage on the banks of Lake Saul. The Hunt was to be a semi guided affair with the outfitter baiting several sites and then turning them over to us.
We spent the next day traveling around our hunt area, marking bait sites with our GPS and hanging stands on our personal favorite baits.

The next afternoon after dropping off Mike Grace, one of the Oklahomans, I loaded the gear on my wampus cat with the hair standing up on the back of my neck and thinking of the adventure that waited ahead. The bait site was seven miles down an abandoned rail road bed and a million years back time. We had hung the stand in a Giant Spruce tree over looking a huge swamp. The second growth was so thick that from my stand twelve feet up the only place you could see the ground was in the small opening they had hacked to hang the bait. Everything was damp and dark under the solid cover with the ground being a combination of mud, boulders and dropped limbs, with the whole mess being covered in moss. It looked like a dinosaur could walk out at any time as I looked out over the foggy swamp.
With my bow hung above me I settled down to wait, telling myself that no matter what I was not shooting the first bear I saw. I was rethinking what everyone had been telling me about hunters shooting 75 to 100 pound bears because no matter what size they are all you can think about when you see the first one is WOW it’s as big as a bear.
The outfitter had been baiting with meat, hanging it in a toe sack out of reach of the smaller bears. I added a large pile of Texas Donuts on the ground under the bag just to add to the smell. A squirrel was having a feast of the donuts when he suddenly went screaming off across the ground, the woods turning so quiet you could hear a ringing in your ears from the silence. Looking down through the steel mesh of my stand I could see the head of a bear sticking out of the brush. I looked away not even picking up my bow. “I’m not shooting the first bear I see”. With out a sound on the moss covered ground the bear moved toward the bait. “Wow he is long but I’m not shooting the first bear I see”.
With a soft grunt the bear leaped on the donut pile wrapping his front legs around them as if to keep them away from anybody else. They were his.
With the entire bear stretched out in front of me I once again started talking to myself
“He sure is long. Dang he is wide across his bottom. I don’t know anything about bears, but if that was a hog he would go 300 pounds easy”.
Without thinking about it my bow was suddenly in my hand, fingers wrapped around the string and I was starting to get the hump in my back that makes my long arms work with a 28” draw. I was perfectly calm staring at the black giant trying to pick a spot to aim at. After a short inspection the shine of a large fly resting about even with the bear’s last rib caught my eye. As he was laying facing almost straight away from me, the over the hip shot I had read so much about looked perfect. I leaned out from the tree concentrating on the fly, feeling the muscles bunch in my back as the 66# Blackwidow came to full draw. An inch away from touching my anchor my string hit my hat. I had forgotten to turn it around. Leaning back into the cover of the Spruce limbs I turned it out of my way, noticing my heart had begun to race.
I slowly leaned back out into the shooting lane, reaching full draw only to have my spot, the fly, decide to leave for where ever it is that flies go, leaving me at full draw and a frazzled brain. I now had no aiming spot. Gathering the last of my self control I slowly let down, leaning back in to gather my wits and locate an aiming point on the solid black target that had suddenly grown to a 1000 pound prehistoric beast. After a short study I noticed a little tuft of hair sticking up mid bear just to on side of the spine. Leaning back into the shooting lane I was a total mess with my heart thumping in my ears, eyes blurry and both legs in full Elvis mode. “Breathe, you gotta breathe.” In my building nervousness I had forgotten to breath. Closing my eyes and taking some deep breaths I thought about all of the afternoons shooting in my yard until I couldn’t draw my bow, then waiting an hour and doing it again. That combined with the 3-D shoots every weekend made this a slam dunk.
Concentrating on the tuft of hair until the world blurred with only the spot in focus I began to draw my bow. With a soft thud the arrow suddenly was buried up to the feathers and the world stood still. I had told everyone that if a bear tried to get in a stand with me he would look like a porcupine before he ever reached me. I was wrong. At the impact of the 1-1/2” Snuffer the bear rose up on his back legs and stared up at me like I owed him money. I just stood there with my mouth open wondering, “What have I done now?”.
After the longest 5 seconds of my life the bear dropped down on all fours and started walking away like nothing had happened. Apparently once he reached the brush the arrow snagged on something because then all hell broke loose. Letting out a bone chilling roar the bear began thrashing around in the second growth knocking down trees as big as my wrist before taking off in a semi circle of about 50 yards. Still holding my bow out with my left hand I followed his progress by watching the second growth flopping around as he crashed through it in a full out gallop. Suddenly it was quiet. Very quiet. Very, very quiet, and time for a decision. It was getting dark in a hurry. Do I wait an hour as I normally do when I shoot something and make the ˝ mile walk out to my four wheeler in the black dark of the north country swamp, or do I go now and hope I don’t spook the bear I think is laying only fifty yards away? With all the valor of a 6 year old school girl I scooted down the tree and trotted out of the forest. Man my 4 wheeler felt good as I sped away down the abandoned track.
Returning to my truck I headed back to Mike to find him setting on a nice 150 pound bear he had whacked with his muzzle loader. After loading his bear we headed for the lodge to gather some help.

Returning to the bait sight I searched the place the bear had been laying for blood. That’s when the second best sound you can hear came to me from down by the swamp. It was the friend who had got all this started, Ralph Moses. “I got blood. I got lots of blood.”
After a short and gruesome trail with blood everywhere where the bear crashed through the second growth Ralph froze in front of me, saying the best thing you can here after a shot. “There he is.” After the major ordeal of getting the ATV down to the swamp and the bear pulled across to it, it was official, I had my bear.

With the elimination of the popular spring season Ontario bears go mostly unhunted, as September is also Moose and deer season. Our group of four hunters were the only ones booked at Goose Bay and their 80 square mile hunting area. The area was not hurt even though all of us took a nice bear. My bear weighed in at 325 pounds dressed and made a beautiful rug and a memory that will last a life time.
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Old 06-24-2014, 10:28 AM   #60
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Great story Buff.
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Old 06-25-2014, 08:22 AM   #61
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Here are the pics that go with Mike's stories!

This one with the javi story:

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Awesome story Marty.....
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Old 06-25-2014, 09:16 AM   #63
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Someone is going to have to be the editor, and THAT is work.
Not only is it work, believe me when I tell you that the writer has to check his ego
at the door because a good editor will have to cut out some stuff.
You have to edit for grammar, context and content and quite frankly some folks don't
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Some mighty fine stories fellas.
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Old 06-25-2014, 12:00 PM   #65
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I'm not very good at telling stories, but here it goes...

First time Double hog.

This happened in November 2012.
It was my first year on the lease and to say the least, I had been skunked since the beginning of the season. I knew there where lots of hogs hitting the feeder and a few deer. That's what the trail cam pictures showed. But the animals seemed to be way smarter than the hunter.
I had a ground blind setup at about 15 yards away from a feeder, behind a big mesquite. My shooting lane was clear; the center of a huge V that branched from the bottom of the tree. Clean shot up to maybe 20 yards, no problem.
I had my Bob Lee recurve with me and in my quiver I kept four arrows. Three where tipped with steelforce 125gr and one with a zwickey. I try to keep an "ugly arrow" with a zwickey to play around with. Shoot squirrels, racoons or whatever. They're just tough broadheads and can handle a beating.

Like I was saying, I had hunted every morning and evening of every weekend since the beginning of the season and nothing ever showed up to the feeder.
This morning was different. I came in early and settled in the corner of my groundblind. I was still waiting for my feeder to go off and right before it did, this nice mid-sized boar started to make it's way. I saw his ear coming in to my right from the corner of my window and my heart started pumping automatically. I had not even taken my shooting arrow out of my quiver and I could feel the blood pumping in my neck as I pulled it off the quiver to get it nocked.
I remember being very shaky and waited for the hog to get broadside. There was no corn on the ground, so I knew it had to be quick. It gave me a shot at maybe 13-14 yards. I pulled back and released. The arrow went underneath the hog and passed maybe 2-3" under his armpit. I was very nervous and instantly pulled the second arrow in my quiver as the hog ran in confusion and fortunately, circled around at about 18 yards. I pulled back for the second time, held anchor, and released. This time I got him right where I wanted. It appeared to be a double lung right behind the shoulder. He ran off and I was a happy hunter. I knew it was only a matter of time before I could go claim my prize. I sent a text message to the rest of my friend that are on the same lease and told them I had shot a hog and that it was a good hit, etc. It was still very early and I had another hunter/friend not far away from me that was in the direction that the hog had ran. So, all I could do at the time was to wait.
The feeder went off and a lot of green jays and dove came in for breakfast. After a while a small squirrel kept on coming in, taking corn and hiding it. It was kind of fun to watch until my predator instinct or boredom kicked in and decided I was going to shoot it. I pulled my "ugly arrow" the one that had the fletching messed up and the zwickey BH and waited for the squirrel to give me a shot. I pulled back on the squirrel about 3 times and couldn't get a shot.
I was in the middle of that when out of the blue this boar comes in. It looked pretty much the same as the one I had just shot. -I had not seen any animals in maybe 10-12 hunts and to see 2 the same morning didn't add up to me-. As my brain started to throw me explanations, this hog made a bee line straight into the corn.-All this happened in a matter of seconds- and without overthinking I pulled back and released to a hard quartering away shot. The arrow hit almost on the ham with perfect height. I was confused and kind of upset because I had just realized that I had not changed the arrow. I wasn't sure if it was the same hog or not and I had made a tough shot on it with what was not considered to be my best equipment.
I only waited 15 minutes this time and got out of my ground blind.
I inspected the area and found a nice blood trail from where I had shot the first time and no blood at all from the second shot. I went to retrieve the arrow I had missed the first time and came out a different trail. I found my hog right there. Not 20 yards from where I had shot him. Flipped him over only to find out this was the second hog. The one I had just shot. No blood or anything. Just the arrow stuck on his side angling perfectly into the boiler room. He only had that arrow, so I just smiled in disbelief and happiness. I knew that if this hog didn't have a blood trail, the blood trail that I had belonged to a different hog. I pulled him out of the brush and to the road. I then followed the other blood trail for maybe 70-80 yards and found the other hog. I still remember that feeling and I'm living the moment as I tell the story.
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Keep them coming! Pretty cool to have a thread were you can turn to and read a few stories when passing time.
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Well, this dream began 4 years ago when a good friend invited me to hunt his brothers farm in South Dakota. Archery whitetails, fair chase. Long story short, getting married, changing jobs and life in general had always gotten in the way up until this year. Got the green light from my wife and started planning. Tons of prep work and equipment went into the trip.

I flew into Fargo, ND last Thursday and by 5:30 pm, Dpug and I were in the truck scouting some corn fields and food plots. This is absolutely a sportsman's paradise...thousands of geese, ducks, pheasants, grouse and partridge flying and deer and turkey plentiful. Needless to say, I was excited to start hunting!

As beautiful as the country is, it's very difficult hunting! I have never hunted as hard or been as cold in my life! Well, I saw several deer and had a really nice shooter buck at 15 yards chasing a hot doe, screamed at him with the grunt call and couldn't slow him down. Finally yesterday morning sitting in 25 degree weather with a 15 mph blowing snow/sleet and 4 inches of snow on the ground, I had the experience of a lifetime...well, almost...9:30 I had 2 deer come back out of the corn and work their way towards my stand. The first was a young 4 point who was skidish and on alert, behind him was a huge deer...snow was blowing so hard I could barely make out the deeds rack, but it was very wide and dark chocolate. They worked within 15 yards of my tree behind some scrub brush and stopped. The big buck was probably 6.5 years old, his huge thick neck was scarred and beaten...I couldn't believe that I was looking at this king of the Forrest. He work up a little knoll, passed behind a bush...I grunted and he stopped. I was at full draw at this point, had him slightly quartered away and 19 yards away. I settled the 20 yard pin, slowly exhaled and released. I hear a loud thwack and I am beyond excited! all the hours of sitting freezing my tail off we're worth it! I climbed down,walked over and there was my arrow sticking up out of the snow...clean as a whistle!! The dang little twig that I failed to see in the snow had deflected just enough for a clean miss...talk a bout a let down! After the initial frustration and disappointment wore off, I was able to just be thankful it was a clean miss and not a non lethal shot!

This was the only opportunity I had to harvest a deer on this trip, but it was by far the best bow hunting trip of my life and I can't wait to get back again next year for another shot at the big boy!

Thanks for listening and sorry for the long read!
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Well here is the disclaimer for those who will want to flame me. This happened when I was 25-26 years old. I had great confidence in my shooting. I shot well and I shot a lot. I would not advise any one to follow suit. Most of my really good story telling hunts happened when I was younger and was sowing my oats. Back when I was young dumb and not SKEERED. Most of my hunting these days in much more laid back.


First Bow Hunt With My First Born

Back when my kids were young I got to hunt quite a bit but due to my work schedule I never got to hunt with the boys as much as I would have liked. So when I did have a chance to bring them hunting it was special. Chris and Dusty killed their first deer with a rifle when they were 7 & 9. They both killed their first deer with bows, recurves mind you, at 11 & 13.

This was the first time that I was able to bring Chris, then 6 yrs old, bow hunting for deer with me. I had a tripod set up by a large granite hill on my wife's family's lease in Llano. It was shoved into some scrub oak overlooking a trail that went around the hill. I would throw corn on the trail when I hunted but did not have a feeder. I had set up an 8' wooden step ladder about 10' behind my tripod. I camoed it and had used as a stand back when I did not have money to buy one.

Chris was always a serious little guy and when I told him to sit really still and don't move he did just that. We had some squirrels come by and I looked behind me to see his reaction. There was a squirrel eye level with him at about 2' and he just sat there staring the rodent down. I was impressed.

It was a warmish Oct morning. We had about 3 bucks come through or wind us without giving me a chance of a shot. I was really wanting the boy to get a chance to see a deer up close feeding. I wanted to kill a deer in front of him more than anything.

Just about the time I figured we might as well head back to camp a small spike walked past. I don't recall if he never stopped at the corn or if I could not get a shot. It has been a long time ago. The little deer walked down the trail about 20 yds and bedded down directly facing me. He was off to my right where I had never intended to shoot. He went fast asleep. I sat there not wanting to wake and spook the deer from the area. At that time I was just a deer hunter and he was trophy enough for me.

The deer would fall asleep nap for a bit then raise his head look around and go back to sleep. After near an hr of this and no other deer coming by I started considering to take the shot. Now I knew it was not a good shot and I really should pass on it but the longer I looked at the sleeping deer the more confident I became.

Well I figured here goes. My plan was to shoot the deer straight through the chest. I had a few problems to over come to do so. The first was the tree I was in had a branch hanging down in that direction which required me to bend at the waist, a lot. It also required me to cant my bow almost horizontal.

The biggest issue was when the buck was awake with his head up he was looking right in my direction. When he nodded off he really nodded off. He dropped his head and covered his chest. I was shooting an Asbell Bighorn Custom recurve and I could shoot it good. I figured I would wait for the spike to fall asleep good and put an arrow right through the top of his head.

I drew down on the deer about 3 times before I finally went for it. I bent over a whole lot and canted the bow almost horizontal drew back and released. The arrow flew perfectly and the Zwickey hit the buck square in the head perfectly. When the arrow hit the deer the deer's head hit the ground so hard I heard his jaw rattle.

I jumped out of the tree and so did Chris. I paced it off at 23 steps. I was really really lucky. For a short while until Chris got older and knew better, say 8, he thought I could walk on water.

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Thats a good one!

I really like the european mount.
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Thats a good one!

I really like the european mount.
Makes a neat story. But after more years of maturity, more years of hunting, making more good and BAD shots it is something I should not have done nor will try again.

It was great that everything went well. I have thought in years since that had I wounded the deer it would have been as bad of a memory as it is a good one.

I pretty much shoot broadside deer within 15 yards preferably 12 yards these days.

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Traditional bowhunter of Georgia has done this and included a few recipes and such. Hatchet bow Dan Beckwith sent me a copy. It was an interesting read.
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Montana Pronghorn

In 2004 my buddy David and I decided we wanted to try for a pronghorn. It was too late in the year to set up for that year so we decided to try for 2005. After doing the research and talking to some outfitters, we decided on an outfitter in South Dakota. Two other buddies, Donnie and Sammie, decided they would go also. This outfitter’s ranch was right on the Montana/ South Dakota border and he had hunting areas in each state. Sammie and I got tags in Montana, David and Donnie got tags in South Dakota.

We decided to hunt the third week in September when the rut would be on. We would hunt out of blinds over waterholes. I shoot longbows, but was concerned with clearance so elected to use my 50” Blackwidow recurve, 54 lbs at 28 inches. For arrows I would use grizzlystics tipped with 160 grain, 2 blade Magnus broadheads. David and Donnie would also be using Blackwidow recurves. We won’t talk about what Sammie was using. Just before we were ready to leave Virginia, I received a letter from Montana offering leftover doe tags. It was getting close to time to leave, so I purchased a doe tag and made arrangements to have it mailed to my outfitter.

We arrived at the ranch and got settled in on the 19th. The rancher, Alvin, showed us around and assigned each of us a spot over a waterhole. We saw lots of pronghorns and the bucks were busy chasing does. Then we shot our bows for a while. Later that evening Alvin drove us out to an alfalfa patch where we say some great whitetails. After he fed us a huge dinner we settled into the bunkhouse to try to get a good night’s sleep. After the long drive from Virginia we were dead tired, but sleep didn’t come easy, with big bucks running through our dreams,

Early the next morning, Monday, Alvin drove us out to our spots and dropped us off with plenty of water and lunch. He would check on us periodically during the day. He would not approach the blinds but would check with binoculars. If we needed him we would put up a small flag and he would come in. It was warm but not hot. I had pronghorns in view almost all day. It was entertaining watching the bucks chase does, and the bigger bucks chasing off the smaller bucks. I had several small bucks and does come to the water, but nothing I wanted to shoot. I had decided I wouldn’t shoot a doe until after I had a buck on the ground. Alvin picked me up just after dark and said that Donnie had taken a nice buck. Donnie was through as he did not have a doe tag.

Tuesday morning Alvin dropped me off again, and I settled in for a long day. Again, pronghorns were constantly in view. Midmorning a nice buck came into the water hole. He stopped on the far side of the water hole, about 25 yards out. He turned broadside and dropped his head to drink. When he had settled in and was drinking steadily. I picked a spot, came to anchor and released the string. The arrow just clipped hair off his back. The rest of the day I just had small bucks and does come in. When Alvin picked me up he said that both David and Sammie had taken bucks. David was now through, but Sammie still had a doe tag

Wednesday morning Alvin dropped me off again. All morning I had small bucks and does come in. There was one pretty nice buck came in, but he would never settle down and give me a shot. Midafternoon, I had a decent buck start working in toward the water. After about 1 ˝ hours he finally came on in. He stopped at water’s edge about 15 yards from the blind. He was slightly quartering away from me. I picked a spot, came to anchor and released. The shot looked a little far back as he ran out of sight. Looking at the edge of the blind window I could see that my broadhead had clipped the edge of the blind window. I put up the flag and waited for Alvin to come in. By this time it was almost dark and after talking over the hit with Alvin we decided to wait until next morning to take up the trail. Alvin told me that Sammie had got a doe so he was through.
Thursday morning we only had a blood trail about 50 yards. Since it was open country, Alvin took his ATV and scoured the countryside to see if he could spot the buck. Finally, about 600 yards from where we had lost the blood trail he spotted the buck lying dead in the bottom of a shallow gully. I now had my buck and it was time to concentrate on the does. I got into the blind about noon. All afternoon I had does coming into the water, but none presented a shot.

Friday morning found me back in the blind. Throughout the morning I had does and some bucks coming into the water, but no shot. At about 1:00 I had a doe come in. She stopped outside of the window away from the water. She stood there, broadside, at about 15 yards. She didn’t act like she was going to commit to the water so I decided to take the shot. As the arrow sliced through her it looked like a good hit. She ran out about 40 yards and laid down. Her head was still up so I just settled down to wait. After about 30 minutes her head started to sink. I gave her another 15 minutes and she didn’t show any sign of life so I eased out to her, she was dead. I went back to the blind and raised the flag for Alvin to come in.
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Another great story Phillip!
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Cool story.
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this is awesome!
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Little Pop Up On The Prairie

So last summer I went to Montana to mule deer hunt a place I had hunted the year before. The mule deer hunting was not as good as it was before due to a lack of rain affect on the alfalfa fields.

So midday on day 5 of a 6 day hunt I put a pop up near (15 yds) a water tank to try my hand at antelope hunting. I had tags for mule deer and antelope bucks or does. At this point I was willing to shoot a doe mule deer or antelope doe. A buck of either would just be icing on the cake. I am used to hunting popups in the brush. I can sit there for hours without seeing anything in anticipation. Its a head game I guess. I can envision an animal stepping out from behind the closest bush at any second.

Well this set up was to really test my patience. I could see forever in all directions. There was nothing to see and not a bush for something to appear from behind. I was about to go nuts. It had to be about 120 degrees in there. After about 2 hrs (an enternity) a couple of antelope does showed up on the hill and bedded down skylighted about 300 yds out. They just laid there looking toward my blind. After about 3 hours of this I was about to go NUTS.

Finally the antelope does stood up and began walking towards the water tank. It seemed to take forever but after a bit they were standing there 20 yds out staring at my blind. All I had was a frontal shot at the two antelope so I just sat there and waited.

Next thing I notice is a perfect walking shadow silhouette of a doe against the pop up. This deer came from directly downwind and is now standing 5 yds from my blind watching the antelope giving me a perfect angling away shot. Now the only mule deer I had seen out in those open pastures were in large groups and always had 2-3 nice bucks in them. So instead of taking the shot I ease up and peek out a crack in the rear of the blind. Nope just two does and two fawns.

I sit back down just in time to see the doe antelope walking away. The two doe and fawn antelope go to the tank. I am now offered a shot at doe drinking 13 yds away. She is facing so that I have a good broadside shot but her head is facing towards the blind. But I'm in a popup so I figure all is well. I raise my arm and the deer and I both notice at the same time that my bow arm is out of the shadow of the back of the blind and is now lit up by the sun shining through the window. Close but no cigar .2 seconds later I am again alone in my Little Pop Up On The Prairie.

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Good story Mike.
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I probably should have added this last sentence. "And I whimpered a little. Like a puppy." :-(
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Great stories y'all! Nice pronghorn Phillip
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Ok I'm on vacation in Silverton Co with a lot of time on my hands. This is a bowhunting story only because I was bowhunting when it happened........

First Turkey Short Story

Several years back about 20ish, yeah I'm getting old, I took my buddy to my Llano lease to bowhunt for hogs. It was during spring turkey season but we did not have many turkerys on this lease and I had not even given it a thought.

Well we were walking around and had actually blown a stalk or two when my buddy said "Hey Mike theres a turkey." I said "Where?" "Right over there." he said. I saw the turkey and said something along the lines of "Yeah cool." He said "Shoot it."

Well Ted had always been a gun hunter and I laughed. "Ted there is no way I can shoot that bird from this far off with this recurve." He said "No with that pistol on your hip." Well I had killed a few deer and hogs with the open sighted Smith and Wesson 586 357 but they were all within 30 yds.

I said "Yeah right." He said "The worse thing that could happen is that you will miss." So I sat down and put the pistol against my leg. I aimed and reaimed and aimed again. I pulled the trigger. Feathers flew. The turkey jumped about 3' in the air hit the ground. Jumped back up. Flew 30 yds and then crashed and burned. Ted yelled "You hit it!" He actually sounded surprised. I said as calmly as I could "Of course I hit it. I shot at it didn'nt I?"

We paced it off at 97 yds. I have had to call upon him a few times over the years to vouch for me. I would be hard pressed to pull it off again but the moon and stars lined up that day.

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The next two stories are from the same hunt on the Dos XX ranch in Sabinal.

Boar Charge

My buddy Lance and I went down to the Dos XX ranch in Sabinal several years back. We were hog hunting. We stalked through the brush and had spooked several of the hogs but had no shots. We were back at camp cooling off as it was summer time and we asked the ranch manager for suggestions. He told us that after the hogs got harrashed by hunters they would go bed down out in the open pastures. We were a bit skeptical but decided to give it a shot.

We started walking across one of the open fields. The fields had about calf high grass in them. After a bit I looked up and saw two hogs about 250 lbs laying side by side asleep. They were in the wide open. Since I had spied them first I got first crack at one of them. I told Lance to hang back about twenty yards and if one of them came running past after I shot to give it a whirl.

I was worried as there was nothing to hide behind after the shot. I would be standing in the wide open after the hog was arrowed. I had killed a lot of hogs before but never one this big. I was shooting a Massie Longhorn longbow. I stalked up to within 10 yds of the sleeping hogs. I postitioned myself to take a sharp angling shot as I did not want the hogs to see me after the shot.

I threw back and hit the nearest hog right behind the last rib. I achieved excellent penetration. The hog on the far side ran straight away when it heard its buddy scream. The hog that I shot jumped up and ran hooking away from me and straight towards Lance. Lance was about 20 yds away and was raising up to shoot the charging hog. I was getting a front row seat of a real hog charge. Just before Lance shot, the hog saw Lance and turned away from him. The hog was now headed my way.

It got real really fast then. When the hog saw me instead of turning he kicked it up a gear and ran faster. He wanted to get him some. He went from 20 yds to 10 very quickly. I raised and drew my bow and in a micro-second decided that when the hog got within 5 yds I would shoot because I knew I would only have one shot and I did not want to miss. The hog made it to 10 yds and dropped like a sack of bricks. Upon inspection we found that he was shot through both lungs and the heart. It was the most excitement I had ever had during a hunt. He weighed in at 250 lbs.

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I Shot A Small Hog

So this story picks up later that night. Lance and I are trying to get him a hog before we leave for home. Lance stalks up on about a 150 lb hog and hits it somewhere in the shoulder/leg area. The arrow hits with a crack and then we hear snap and the arrow just falls out of the pig. The hog runs and I trail behind it as far as I can. It runs out into the pasture that I had killed my hog in. I cannot keep up and it gets away.

I go over to Lance and he is not happy. After penetrating about 3/4" the Magnus broadhead had snapped in two. Magnus later replaced 2 dozen heads for us. The temper was not right. When we are standing there we see two different groups of hogs. It is getting dark quickly and we split up to give it one last try. I saw two good sized hogs trotting down the road towards me. It is almost dark. I step about 10 yds into the brush to hide. I have about a 10' shooting window.

I wait. I see them coming and I draw back. The black hog stepped through the shooting window too quickly for me to get on him. I am still at full draw so I swing back to the left to be ready for the second hog which is trailing behind. The second hog enters my gap in the brush and I swing with the walking hog and make a very good shot close behind the front leg. The hog tears through the brush about 10' to my right and I hear the brush breaking and popping as it bulls its way through. I think cool a 50 lber is gonna be easy to drag, quick to clean and we're headed home.

I hook back up with Lance who did not have a much luck as I. He asked how I did and I told him that I had shot a 50 lb hog and lets go get it and head home. We pick up a spotty blood trail. Lance is one of the best trackers I have ever hunted with and he got us going good. After a bit the trail got much better. Pretty soon he shines his flash light on a tree that is about as big around as my wrist. There is blood wiped on it. Cool. He then runs the light up the tree which is about 10-12 tall and there is blood the entire lenght of the tree.

I said "Holy crap how did that hog spray blood that high." Lance says "He did not spray blood that high. Look at the tracks. The hog ran straight into the tree, laid it over, and ran down the length of it. How big was that hog?" I said "Pretty small about 50 lbs." Lance took the lead and about 10 yds further up he says "I found your tiny hog." The hog was another 250 lb boar. I swear in the heat of battle I thought it was a tiny hog.

I have one more hog story better than these two I'll write tomorrow if you are willing to read it. As I said I am in Silverton Co and have nothing but time...........

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Well I'm holed up in the camper in Gunnison Co. Its been raining. So I guess I'll bore ya with one more story. I have a bit of bourbon in me so please forgive any grammer or mispelings.

250 lb Boar Assist

My two sons, Chris (TradAg02), Dusty, Lance and I went back down to the Dos XX to hog hunt. We kinda spread out and were all stalking in the brush. I heard some commotion in the brush up ahead and one of them said the hogs were heading my way. I got behind a bush. I was on the edge of a road so I could see good in both directions.

Well nothing came from in front of me but I heard something coming from behind. I glanced that way and saw a 75 lb hog running from behind for reasons unknown. He was coming at a pretty good clip. I raised my longbow up and led him quite a bit. He was about 18 yards away when the arrow hit him.

The arrow hit him high in the shoulder and did not get as much penetration as I would have liked. He ran towards the other guys. They never saw him and I never saw the hogs that were supposed to be headed my way.

Later in the day we went to one of the open fields that were mentioned in a previous story to look for hogs. Chris, Dusty and I got to the edge of the field and my hog was running around out there with my all white arrow stuck in him like a whip antenna. We made a quick plan. I was to push the hog towards a cross fence. Chris who was and still is the best shot was to set up on the opposite side of the fence at about 15 yards. Dusty was to set up beside the fence. The plan was for me to push the hog to the fence. The hog to hit the fence and follow it towards Dusty. Once he saw Dusty we figured he would slow and Chris would put an arrow into him.

Well it was a good PLAN. I pushed the hog towards the fence and he was just walking fast. He hit the fence and turned towards Dusty. So far so good. But when he saw Dusty he kicked it in gear and charged from about 25 yards out full steam ahead growling the whole way. Chris missed the running shot. Dust who was about 17 at the time came to full draw on the hog but when the hog was at about 10 yds he let down the bow and jumped on the second to the top strand of the fence while holding onto the fence post. The hog ran and jumped up at Dusty. The hog then attempted to run under the bottom strand of the fence and ran into the barbed wire. The wire went into his mouth and broke his jaw. The second try was better and he was gone.

I ran over to Dusty to laugh at him for loosing his nerve. That was short lived as his hand was bleeding badly. He was the only one of us shooting a compound. When the bow broke over when he let it down/dropped the bow, the arrow jumped off of the rest and cut his palm and finger badly. I did asked why he did not shoot the hog as we walked back to the truck. He said "You would have ran too with a 250 lb hog running at you!" I said Dusty that hog is MAYBE 75 lbs." Dusty said "B/S he is 250!"

I got Dusty to camp and washed his hand and he was cut really deep and long. I loaned him my truck as it was an automatic and his was a standard, he had driven down alone after work. He drove himself to the emergency clinic for stiches. Man his mom chewed me out for not taking her baby there myself instead of continued hunting.

A few hours later Lance and I where hunting fairly close and I hear him calling for me. I work my way over there and he is standing over a dead hog. He said he was stalking through the bushes and found a sleeping hog. He snuck up on it and shot it still sleeping from about 10 yds. The hog never moved. He crawled into the bushes and dragged him out. Upon inspection he found my arrow broken off in the shoulder. Evidently running around all day the broadhead had finally done enough damage to kill it. The hog was still fresh so we brought it to camp and laid it down in from of the cabin.

Before we got ready to skin it Dusty comes driving up. He asked "Who killed the hog?" I said "I did. I figure he would go about 250 lbs." Dusty said "What?" I said "Thats a 250 lb hog." Dusty said "That hog is closer to 50 lbs than 250." I said "Thats not what you said a couple of hours ago." He did not believe that it was HIS attack hog until he saw my broadhead still stuck in the shoulder. It was a wild day.

I sure miss the Dos XX.
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Well I'm holed up in the camper in Gunnison Co. Its been raining. So I guess I'll bore ya with one more story. I have a bit of bourbon in me so please forgive any grammer or mispelings.

200 lb Boar Assist

My two sons, Chris (TradAg02), Dusty, Lance and I went back down to the Dos XX to hog hunt. We kinda spread out and were all stalking in the brush. I heard some commotion in the brush up ahead and one of them said the hogs were heading my way. I got behind a bush. I was on the edge of a road so I could see good in both directions.

Well nothing came from in front of me but I heard something coming from behind. I glanced that way and saw a 75 lb hog running from behind for reasons unknown. He was coming at a pretty good clip. I raised my longbow up and led him quite a bit. He was about 18 yards away when the arrow hit him.

The arrow hit him high in the shoulder and did not get as much penetration as I would have liked. He ran towards the other guys. They never saw him and I never saw the hogs that were supposed to be headed my way.

Later in the day we went to one of the open fields that were mentioned in a previous story to look for hogs. Chris, Dusty and I got to the edge of the field and my hog was running around out there with my all white arrow stuck in him like a whip antenna. We made a quick plan. I was to push the hog towards a cross fence. Chris who was and still is the best shot was to set up on the opposite side of the fence at about 15 yards. Dusty was to set up beside the fence. The plan was for me to push the hog to the fence. The hog to hit the fence and follow it towards Dusty. Once he saw Dusty we figured he would slow and Chris would put an arrow into him.

Well it was a good PLAN. I pushed the hog towards the fence and he was just walking fast. He hit the fence and turned towards Dusty. So far so good. But when he saw Dusty he kicked it in gear and charged from about 25 yards out full steam ahead growling the whole way. Chris missed the running shot. Dust who was about 17 at the time came to full draw on the hog but when the hog was at about 10 yds he let down the bow and jumped on the second to the top strand of the fence while holding onto the fence post. The hog ran and jumped up at Dusty. The hog then attempted to run under the bottom strand of the fence and ran into the barbed wire. The wire went into his mouth and broke his jaw. The second try was better and he was gone.

I ran over to Dusty to laugh at him for loosing his nerve. That was short lived as his hand was bleeding badly. He was the only one of us shooting a compound. When the bow broke over when he let it down/dropped the bow, the arrow jumped off of the rest and cut his palm and finger badly. I did asked why he did not shoot the hog as we walked back to the truck. He said "You would have ran too with a 250 lb hog running at you!" I said Dusty that hog is MAYBE 75 lbs." Dusty said "B/S he is 250!"

I got Dusty to camp and washed his hand and he was cut really deep and long. I loaned him my truck as it was an automatic and his was a standard, he had driven down alone after work. He drove himself to the emergency clinic for stiches. Man his mom chewed me out for not taking her baby there myself instead of continued hunting.

A few hours later Lance and I where hunting fairly close and I hear him calling for me. I work my way over there and he is standing over a dead hog. He said he was stalking through the bushes and found a sleeping hog. He snuck up on it and shot it still sleeping from about 10 yds. The hog never moved. He crawled into the bushes and dragged him out. Upon inspection he found my arrow broken off in the shoulder. Evidently running around all day the broadhead had finally done enough damage to kill it. The hog was still fresh so we brought it to camp and laid it down in from of the cabin.

Before we got ready to skin it Dusty comes driving up. He asked "Who killed the hog?" I said "I did. I figure he would go about 250 lbs." Dusty said "What?" I said "Thats a 250 lb hog." Dusty said "That hog is closer to 50 lbs than 250." I said "Thats not what you said a couple of hours ago." He did not believe that it was HIS attack hog until he saw my broadhead still stuck in the shoulder. It was a wild day.

I sure miss the Dos XX.
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Take That!

So several years ago Lance and I had a deer lease in Fredericksburg. It was 250 acres owned by a retired VP for Oxidental Oil Company. He had great pride in his little ranch and it was manicured like a golf course. He was the best rancher we ever had the pleasure to do business with and we leased from him for about 7 yrs until he sold the property.

The property was divided in half by a fence and we refered to it as the front and back. Very creative of us. We had alot of deer but we did not have very many good bucks. A good buck on that place was about a 100"er. I went entire seasons weeding out the doe population.

This year we had a good buck. I hunted for him through Oct with no luck. For some reason one trip I thought he was hanging up in the front half of the lease. I had a lock on set up in a small pecan grove. I was sitting there with the intent of not shooting anything but him.

Well I look up and I see HER. I had named HER the Bit--. A group of calm does would come in and began eating. Then SHE would come in a few minutes later and throw a hissy fit. She never seemed to know WHERE I WAS but KNEW I WAS THERE SOMEPLACE. She would throw a commiption fit until everything left. During a normal year I would had killed at least two doe by then. I was sitting on a big ZERO.

She walked in for the first time alone. She acted like she did not have a care in the world. Put her head down and starting eating at 15 yards. About 30 secs later she was running off with my arrow centered in her lungs. As I said this place was manicured like a golf course. No under brush. She laid down about 60 yards away with her head up for about 5 mins and then it was over. I was surprised she lasted that long.

Right before I started to climb down HE showed up in all of his 18" spread 115" glory. He started to my stand but was close enough to her that he saw her and walked over there. He looked down at her and snorted. When she did not respond he reared back, raised his front hooves off of the ground a bit and then drove his antlers into her rib cage. When he still did not get a response he backed up a few steps and repeated the ramming. He then walked a stiffed legged half circle around her and trotted off jumping the fence to the back half. I got down and took her to camp but now slightly disappointed that I did not wait on the buck. But I still had a warm feeling about shooting HER.

About two weeks later the big boy came walking into my stand in the back half during an evening hunt and cut a doe out never to return. The next evening he came in again to cut another doe out. I thought oh no who don't. I raised and tried to put an arrow behind his last rib and into his heart. He was walking and I did not lead quite enough but the arrow dead centered his liver and he was the largest buck that I had killed for several years.

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Great stuff Mike, that story in Tilden about the buck Lance shot was always a good one if you get time.
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Oh YEAH. Thats a GREAT STORY!

I'll even act like you were really there since you're son #3. :-)
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The Lost Wallet Buck

bm22 and I had a lease in Tilden for 4 yrs. Lance would always make a few trips each year as a guest. This year I told him to take out a cull buck. We all split up for an evening hunt. That evening I killed my first buck with a longbow. It was special to me as I killed the deer with a bow given to me by Jim Hickman the year before he died. I hit the deer a bit back and was worried about the hit. It turned out to be a good shot as I found the deer the next day within 20 yds of the hit. I wrote a story about it and it was published in the TBOT news letter.

I met up with Brandon bm22 after I did not find blood where I hit my deer. I call him my third son as I hunted with his dad and him when he was just a little kid a bit younger than my two sons. His dad and I have not hunted together in yrs but Brandon and I have made several hunts and been on some leases together.

Brandon and I met up with Lance who was on a blood trail. He said that he had a good hit so it was decided to track his deer first and then go after mine. The blood trail started out great with quite a bit of frothy red blood. The deer jumped over a few catus patches and there was blood sprayed everywhere. After a bit the blood started to peter out. We had tracked the deer much farther than any of us had anticipated.

I turned to Lance and said "You know what this looks like?" He said "It looks like the doe that I hit in one lung back when we hunted in Fredricksburg on Draper's place." I said "Yep". Lance is one of the best trackers that I have ever hunted with. Brandon and I are no slackers and it taxed all of us. We tracked that deer for around 3-4 hrs if I remember correctly and I figure at least 1/2 mile. It was dark, cold and we all wound up with mesquite and catus thorns in all parts of our bodies.

We got to a catus flat and had lost the blood. Sometime wandering around trying to pick the blood back up Brandon says I lost my wallet and it has $50 in it. Brandon was at that age when $50 was a chunk of change. So now we are looking for blood and a wallet. We got a bit split up during this period.

I looked and saw two eyes low to the ground about 25 yds away. I told the other two "I got eyes over here but I think its a coon but I'll check it out." When I was about 15 yds away the deer stands up and we are staring each other down. I yell "Guys hes over here!" Lance says "Shoot him!" I had a spider web of mesquite between me and him but I had no choice and I figured he was fixing to haul outta there. Well I figure there has been a time when all of us has held a small flash light in our bow hand and attempted to shoot. Fun, right? I shoot and my arrow hit everything between me and the deer and everything past him between him and Mexico.

Well the deer did not appear to like that very much. He started off at a good trot. He was too bad off to run full tilt but he darn sure was not walking. I knew that Brandon and Lance were off my left shoulder but I could not see them for all of the brush. I yell "I missed. He's headed your way!". Brandon had spotted the deer and was shining the light and yelling "There he is SHOOT! SHOOT!"

Lance yells "Duck! Get out of the way!" I cannot see any of this. I can only hear from my position. Brandon ducked. Lance shoots over the top of Brandon. I hear Lance's bow go off. The deer is running through a maze of mesquite. I expect to hear Lance's arrow bouncing off of all of the brush between him and the deer. Time slows down and I remember thinking dang its taking that arrow a long time to hit something. Next thing I hear is Lance's arrow hitting the deer with a water melon thunk. The deer is double lunged and it runs about 15 more yds and I hear it crash in the brush and Lance and Brandon screaming.

Lance had made a 25 yd shot on the deer in the dark as Brandon shone the flashlight while crouching down in front of Lance. The deer had indeed been one lunged on the first shot. We figure the arrow hit the deer as it was spinning away from the shot.

Brandon never did find his wallet...........

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Great stories Mike. Maybe I'll add 1 or 2 more.
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Great stories M.E.B.
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Yep never did find that wallet, or my ID, social security card or gift cards. I am glad there isn't a Jose out there somewhere using my ss number...
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Yep never did find that wallet, or my ID, social security card or gift cards. I am glad there isn't a Jose out there somewhere using my ss number...
You mean you HOPE. Hello #3.
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The Hell B----

The first year Lance and I hunted the lease in Frederickburg we had to deal with a learning curve. As mentioned in an earlier story the ranch was the owner's retirement dream. 250 arces that was very well kept with very little under brush. You could ride a tractor pretty much through the entire place without ducking. We had to get pretty high up in a tree to find cover. It took us a while to figure out why all of the sudden we did not get any complete pass throughs. We finally determined that it was because we where so high in the tree and shooting at such a sharp angle the arrow was hitting the ground on the far side of the animal as it ducked.

I met up with Lance at camp and he was grinning ear to ear. He had just shot a very big and ancient doe. He tracked it a short ways and found a ton of blood. We rounded up some flash lights and headed to his stand. Sure enough there was a lot blood. After about 50 yds there was a circle about 10 around that looked like a blood bath had occured. It looked like you had poured a gallon of red paint on the ground. However it also appeared that the deer had teleported from the spot. We could not tell which direction to look.

We laid down our bows and started looking on our hands and knees. Finally I got up and said that I would look towards the rancher's house about 300 yds away. Lance said "I hope she did not go that way." We had both half jokingly, half worryingly, talked about a deer winding up in the ranchers pool sometime as we had pulled two from the back pond already.

I got about 200 yds away. Just about the time I heard Lance cursing I saw eyes at about coon level and headed that way. I came across a doe with a head the size of a mule laying upright with its head against her side. I could not see a hole in her. She had her eyes open. I shined a very bright light at her and she did not blink.

I yelled for Lance to come quick and to bring a bow as mine was still laying by the bloody circle. We were far apart and he came a good ways towards me without his bow and had to head back for it. We had been looking for a dead deer after seeing the amount of blood loss.

He got to me and was pretty winded. I asked what all of the screaming was about. He said that he had killed a world record copper head in the middle of all of that blood we had been crawling around.

He looked at the deer asked "Is she dead?". I said "I don't know. I don't see a hole in her. I have never seen a deer die laying down upright like that. She has not blinked. She has not gotten up and ran off with me screaming for 10 minutes 15 yards from her. I don't know if she is dead or alive or what. Is she the same deer that you shot?" He said "She has to be. There cannot be that many does in this county this big?" I had to agree with that. Since we both agreed that MORE THAN LIKELY she was THE deer for him to shoot her.

To this day neither of us knows what happened. He shot at the deer and it appeared to hit her behind the shoulder but the Zwickey tipped arrow bounced off of her and half way back to us. Swear to GOD. She got up and hauled butt out of there. We gave chase. She had been shot twice and was in better shape than us. We are running and screaming across this open pasture with flash lights waving. We gained on her and Lance got two more arrows in her. I finally got up on her and I managed to hit her hind quarters hard enough to knock her down. She was still trying to get up with me holding her down dodging the two arrows in her and Lance finished it.

The first shot was a one lung hit because of the sharp downward angle. That taught us a lot. Lance said "We are gonna chicken fry back strap tonight." I said "Oh no we're not its already 10 o'clock and this Hell B----(the name of Capt Mcall in Lonesome Dove's horse) is gonna be tough."

We Lance perservered and we cooked her backstrap at 1200 that night. Toughest deer I have ever ate. We ground the rest into burger.

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Thought I would bring this back to the top for those that may have missed it the first time around.
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Old 10-13-2014, 02:24 AM   #98
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Telepathic Deer

I was hunting in Sanderson 30 ish years ago. I was up in a tripod overlooking some corn I had been throwing out for a few days. I felt like I was pretty well hidden.

So there I sat feeling all warm and fuzzy about my little hiding place. That was until a doe walked up to my corn pile and then looked up right at me. She then trotted off about 20 yds and stood with a bush between me and her. She just stood there looking at me.

Well about 5 min later a huge doe walks right to my corn pile and starts eating. I started raising my bow for an easy 12 yd shot. All of a sudden the doe that was still hiding behind the bush comes charging out. She rams the eating doe with her chest so hard she almost toppled her. She works like a cutting horse and directs the other deer about 25 yds away.

They stare into each other's eyes for a couple of minutes. Then in unisome they both look right at me. I swear the big does eyes got so wide I could see the whites. Then they turned and walked directly away.

It surprised me that the first doe saved the others life. But what really weirded me out is that I really believe some type of communacation went on when they were staring at each other because that bigger doe imediately looked right at me afterwards.
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Dang that is weird
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I was hunting in Sanderson 30 ish years ago. I was up in a tripod overlooking some corn I had been throwing out for a few days. I felt like I was pretty well hidden.

So there I sat feeling all warm and fuzzy about my little hiding place. That was until a doe walked up to my corn pile and then looked up right at me. She then trotted off about 20 yds and stood with a bush between me and her. She just stood there looking at me.

Well about 5 min later a huge doe walks right to my corn pile and starts eating. I started raising my bow for an easy 12 yd shot. All of a sudden the doe that was still hiding behind the bush comes charging out. She rams the eating doe with her chest so hard she almost toppled her. She works like a cutting horse and directs the other deer about 25 yds away.

They stare into each other's eyes for a couple of minutes. Then in unisome they both look right at me. I swear the big does eyes got so wide I could see the whites. Then they turned and walked directly away.

It surprised me that the first doe saved the others life. But what really weirded me out is that I really believe some type of communacation went on when they were staring at each other because that bigger doe imediately looked right at me afterwards.
Crazy!!!!
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