Hunting will never be the same!

[JustOneHunter]

This is my Story

Growing-up in the seventies in Michigan learned to appreciate hunting by friends not family…my parents they were not hunters but respected my decision to go hunting (Parents were Democrats)…had my hunting license in hand and a few dollars, went North to Rose City, Michigan. Our group consisted of a few people that thought they were hunters and the five wantabees to pick a spot to harvest a Buck on opening day of Firearms.

Waking up before everyone else, I was praying to GOD to give me a buck…I picked a good spot and at that time you only had Bucks to hunt. Making noises so all can wake up, (COOKING) after breakfast and a scramble to ****, shower and not shave we went to our hunting site on public land with anticipation and being clueless how to gut a deer if we by chance to harvest one.

Getting lost for a few seconds on the dirt road to our hunting site we finally made it. Flashlights in hand and everyone loading before they hit the woods (Scared of Dark) we went to our blinds we made YESTERDAY…LOL.

Here I go walking down this trail at seventeen years old and thinking some boogie-man is going to get me…I almost ran to my blind knowing the way because every tree was marked by 3 feet of tape. Reaching the blind I was exhausted, now it’s only 6 o’clock am and I need to sleep before the sun comes up.

Sleeping soundly about 6:30 someone comes into my valley of death-to-bucks, he decides to make a blind…after many flashes of my $2.00 dollar flashlight and coughing to let this person know I’m hunting here, he just goes on without a care. After 30 minutes he is done and now it is getting light.

Here I am sitting thinking and dreaming of a buck just walking past me and then I hear this person starting to break twigs again to beef his blind up…I gave up leaving my blind decided to head North along the ridge I was sitting at to get away from this idiot!

Here I am sitting along a bunch of small pines leading to a cornfield on the other side of the ridge and after sitting for 15 minutes hear this guy take a shot and two…I was pissed thinking he got his buck being a Moron!

Here I am sitting along the ridge and thinking, this guy wrecked my hunt and wrecked my chance for an opening day buck!

Wha…I listen and heard crunching on leaves following the small pines up the ridge…listening and looking can’t see nothing…It is so close I think it is upon me. Looking to my right… it almost started quartering away, brought my 30-30 without a scope to my shoulder…placed the irons at about 30 yards on the neck and fired! BAM!

I look where is the deer? On the ground in the leaves...there I stood and in one jubilated cry of happiness I ran and screamed toward my buck. OMG! My first buck! Later, I realized I lost my flashlight, pocketknife and bullets after running and stumbling towards my trophy!

Getting to him I was shaking, crying, and happy all at the same time.

There I stood looking over him and all off a sudden the rest of the hunting group come running with safety’s off and stumbling knowing by my screams I got one. Glad know one got shot that day because safety wasn’t thought about back then…we bought a license and hunted.

Here we are looking at the Buck and now how do we gut it? LMAO You people might think it’s funny but we never gutted a deer before!

We all have read books about gutting a deer then we proceeded on gutting this deer with precision with every stroke of the knife Guts, no problem but now to carry the beast out. We had some rope and cut a small tree and then tied it around the post by it front and hind feet and carried the buck out of the woods, only a half-mile. We were like a parade marching toward our cars as victors singing and chanting our High School song.

My first buck…eight points and everything that gone wrong earlier that morning was history!

[Fuzzball]

Sounds like a great time JustOneHunter ! !

I used to hunt just north of Manton Michigan, off of US131. We didn't build blinds, we just found a place to sit our behinds down.

It was great...I really enjoyed it, even though I would have had better luck had I brought a camera.

I had a doe permit one year and brougt one home, but the meat was really gamey....

I'll never forget the trip into Cadillac for supper. Dad just HAD to have that yellow gravy...

Anyways, thanks for bringing back some good memories!

[JustOneHunter]

My son needs his first memory of killing a Deer...I am trying my best giving him my best spots and yet know Deer!

He will have memories hunting with Dad but him bagging a deer with me would be forever for both of us!

[JustOneHunter]

BTW...thanks Fuzzball, but having cats... everytime I see your name I see a Furrball spit up on my carpet. Sorry...I associate you name as a Furrball!

[Fuzzball]

Here...let me change that vision....

I'm just a harmless, Loveable little fuzzball....

There, now you can think of Rush everytime you see my name....

Oh, and congratulations on that son....I'm a father of daughters and they don't seem to have the desire....hmmm.....plus, hunting down here in Texas doesn't compare...A big deer here is about the size of a good dog in Mich....still prefer living here....but it's not the hunters paradise unless you're huntin rattlesnake!!

[JustOneHunter]

Originally posted by Fuzzball:
Here...let me change that vision....

I'm just a harmless, Loveable little fuzzball....

There, now you can think of Rush everytime you see my name....

Oh, and congratulations on that son....I'm a father of daughters and they don't seem to have the desire....hmmm.....plus, hunting down here in Texas doesn't compare...A big deer here is about the size of a good dog in Mich....still prefer living here....but it's not the hunters paradise unless you're huntin rattlesnake!!

I like you because...you say it like it is and I like that!

My son is great but needs a swift kick now and then but we try!

Last...Furrball my name is Jerry! You are like me...full of energy and sometimes that energy can't be controlled!

[Buckley]

Great story JustOneHunter. I used to go hunting where I grew up in northern Wisconsin. I wasn't much of a deer hunter-I only ever got two small does. In fact, it was pretty sad, the last deer I ever got I was out there in the woods, I see a big deer standing in a clearing. I aim my Winchester 94 30-30, take aim, and fire. The big deer goes running, but there is a little deer flopping around on the ground. Next thing you know, the big deer, mama deer I suppose, is about 50 yards off bellering, and then the little one starts this mournful howling, until I shot her again to put her out of her mysery. I was 17 or so at the time, and have not gone deer hunting since. I guess I am a little too soft to hunt deer. [img]smile.gif[/img]

[JustOneHunter]

Originally posted by Buckley:
Great story JustOneHunter. I used to go hunting where I grew up in northern Wisconsin. I wasn't much of a deer hunter-I only ever got two small does. In fact, it was pretty sad, the last deer I ever got I was out there in the woods, I see a big deer standing in a clearing. I aim my Winchester 94 30-30, take aim, and fire. The big deer goes running, but there is a little deer flopping around on the ground. Next thing you know, the big deer, mama deer I suppose, is about 50 yards off bellering, and then the little one starts this mournful howling, until I shot her again to put her out of her mysery. I was 17 or so at the time, and have not gone deer hunting since. I guess I am a little too soft to hunt deer. [img]smile.gif[/img]

You I respect...my Dad shot a deer, couldn’t gut it, and never hunted again. Hunters are more then shooting and harvesting game we are stewards for Nature.

[Buckley]

Thanks JustOneHunter.

Hunters are more then shooting and harvesting game we are stewards for Nature.

How true. My Stepfather was a lifelong hunter and he desperately loved nature.

[dilligaf]

great story!

you never forger that first gut pile!