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[Billybob]

Im looking to see if any of all have any deer hunting stories from 2007. With harvest or not. With pictures or not. Dont care just want some good reading.

[Billybob]

Well my 2007 season started off with a BANG.

Well my fiancé and I arrived at camp about 9am on Friday the day before opening. And we couldn’t believe our eyes. As soon as we pulled into our camp it started snowing. With in minutes the ground was white. Most of the camp was already setup but we still needed to get one more tent up. I had plans to being up there through the whole deer season and seeing snow the first day being up there, I knew this year was going to be great.

With much tossing and turning through out the night I finally got up about 3:30. Why so early you ask. It is simple, if you are a hunter like I am the night before opening morning it is useless trying to get a wink of sleep. Figuring that I wasn’t the only one a sleep I got up and started chopping some wood to make a fire. With a white ground and a dim flash light I found my way to cutting up a few pieces of wood. Well after that I realized there was no one getting up yet, and I couldnt be up by myself so I strolled around the camper and grabbed a slightly large gas can and poured myself a cup of regular. I crunched my way back to the no smoking fire and threw the cup into the fire. Talk about a quick inferno. The whole camp was up and the snow within 35 feet was melted.

Once everyone was up and you could say a little ticked, we had a delightful breakfast, bananas. Sam and I had left camp about one hour before shooting light to get setup before the other hunters would get there. Well as we sat there in our truck well before daylight waiting for some sign of light to drive down a certain road to hunt, we were met by 9 other rigs. Ok I am no road hunter but I do like to drive this road at first light on my way to one of my honey holes. With nine rigs behind us or the few that had already drove past I decided that this was not the answer. I knew I had to get to a place that hardly anyone knows about. A place called 2x4. With much hurrying I got there, just to get behind 2 other rigs, Dang. Ok an hour has been wasted no worries. I head off to another spot to hunt. We hunted there for a couple of hours without seeing a thing. I told Sam that we needed to go else where. On our way back we came across a forked horn with two does. As Sam quickly tried to get into position he took his herd straight down into a living hell whole. I told here perhaps the next one.

We went back to camp for a quick snack and we were off again. This time we went and tried a new place. A place I never hunted before but have seen many deer coming from and going into. As we started in I figured that this is Sam’s hunt so she should lead. Not very far after I rendered the command to her, we got on our first deer. She had her head down and following a deer trail that was absolutely covered in deer poop. I grabbed her by the shoulder and pointed her forward as there was a forked horn staring right at us. She slowly pulled up the open sight 30-30 and started to settle the sights on the front shoulder, when all of a sudden a grabbed her are and pulled it to the left. Glassing back at me wondering what the heck did I do that for, as I pointed her to a much LARGER three point. She quickly tried to get on the buck but he was already on a dead run to freedom. After that we continued on without a shot fired. Shortly after that we ran into another six bucks on that hunt. Without a shot fired we headed to another location. We talk to my father on the way to the next hunt and he was heading back to camp for lunch. He had no idea what a waited for him at camp.

As he came into camp my little brother goes running up to there SUV, extremely ecstatic. Dad tried to get him to slow down and tell him what was wrong. Little bro explained that while we were all out hunting a 5x6 and a 6x7 walk right through camp. With extreme doubt my dad asked where they were heading, so off dad went. Little did dad know what kind of blood shed that this decision to chase these bucks would cause. Right out of camp dad follows the first draw he came to. As he glanced down in he couldn’t believe his eyes. The biggest buck that he had ever seen in his hunting career was jumping up out of his bed. Without thinking, he pulls up his dads 270 and fires. He couldn’t believe it when he had seen that he didn’t hit his mark, so without a blink he reloads and fires once more at the running monarchy. As he runs, falls, and trips down this draw trying to get to the other side to where the buck was last at, he continued to think how his shots wasn’t on its mark. Reaching the spot at lighting fast speed he started to look around for the buck and nothing. After coming up empty handed on trying to find the buck, he comes back to look for blood, nothing. Mean while little bro and my step mom was trying to get up where dad was after hearing the reports of dads 270 going off. As they reached him, bro mentioned, dad you’re bleeding. Sure enough he was bleeding right above the bream of his nose. Not only did dad miss this buck but he had scoped his self twice in the process of trying to get him. Later that day I took Sam to some new logging's that I know and she had another forked horn come in to view, determined not to let this buck go she fired at the running buck. After about an hour of looking and coming up without any sign of a hit, we called it a night and headed back to camp.

To be continued.

[Huntress]

O.K--- Since when did hunting stories have commercials?

[Billybob]

LMAO here ya go Huntress.


With the crisp cool morning and some honey buns the season continued. Seeing very little the day following opening morning the women headed home. So there we were, dad and I, still at camp and it was a rainy Monday. We started our hunt in one of the places were I get most of my deer. As we were making our way through the tall firs and tamaracks I noticed a herd of deer on the opposite side of the hill. There was about six does and one buck. I pulled up my 300 and noticed that this deer was a large forked horn and knowing that camp did not have any meat in it, I elected to harvest it. The buck stood about 300 yards. I fired. Than all was red, I couldn’t see a thing. Wiping my eyes and asking dad if I had hit it. He informed me that the deer drop right in his tracks. With a grin on his face he preceded to tell me something to the affect “Son like Father”. I had scoped myself a good number. After many tissues and a good chuckle we headed off to claim my deer. We got up to the buck and I was surprised to find that the deer and some kind of spread. After getting it field dressed we drug the buck back to the truck and loaded it up. We got in the truck and continued on to find a place to turn around and around the first bend not more than a hundred yards down from where we loaded the deer stood another six deer, and one had horns. Dad jumps out and laid the crosshairs and the deer and fired. Down goes another one. He had shot something no bigger than a large jackrabbit but we had meat. Two deer within a hour, not too bad.

With both of our tags filled, dad headed home with the meat while I stayed to try to help some friends of ours get on some bucks. My stepmother came back up the following day with dad and just like that we were all hunting again. We got to where the other bucks were shot and wouldn’t you believe it, there stood another buck. He was bedded with a couple of does. After what seemed like forever the buck finally stood presenting a quartering away shot. As her opened site 300 savage barked the buck took off. A clean miss. Seeing very little the rest of the day, dad headed home. So there was my stepmother and I out hunting again. We headed to another new logging that I knew and came across a forked horn with a doe or two. She pulled up her gun and fired. She couldn’t believe it as much as I could have, another miss. I have to say being a bit discourage and felt bad for her we looked for about an hour without any sign. We just continued on. Heading to an area that I don’t normally hunt we came across yet another forked horn. This was by far her hardest shot yet. She fired the gun and I knew she hit this one. Heading up an extremely thick hill and getting to the spot where the buck stood. After looking around for a bit and coming up with nothing I started getting a bit concerned. I remembered seeing a deer run across the top of the hill after the shot, so I headed up there to see if I could find any sign. I looked around for while and still came up empty handed I started back down to try and look at the spot where the buck was I glasses down and there was blood. Started tracking it and I knew from the blood what kind of hit it was, pink blood with bubbles. Fifty yards later I just about walked on him. Another one down. You should have seen how excited she was, this was her second buck ever.

Dad came back up the mountain bring a good buddy of mine, Jake. Well this could have been the quickest hunt that I have ever been on. I took him to my number one spot. Soon as we got there I spotted a deer. Than the deer started filing through the last one was a buck. He settled his gun on the deer and leaned over and asked neck or body. I chuckled, saying body, bang. Another one down, it was a forty-five minute hunt. We went over and put a bullet in his head and slit its throat. After a ten minute wait for him to expire I began to gut him. I guess it wasn’t time yet, he kicked the crap out of me.

[Huntress]

Now thats what I'm talking about!! Great story!! Be sure to tell your step-mom I said congrats on her 2nd buck!!! Congratulations to the rest of your hunting party too!! Atleast you had fun and came home with filled tags!!

[hardcorecowboy]

sounds like you all had one heck of a huntin trip BB congrats to all on their kills

[Billybob]

Thanks yall. Had a lot of fun. And I just cant wait till next year. Mom said thanks too. And happy Turkey day.