Post by reflex264 on May 13, 2007 15:59:45 GMT -5
I posted this on anothter forum but I am going to copy it and put it here as well. Special hunt and events afterwards.
this was my post when I killed the buck:
I have been planning this for a while but work has interfered with my hunting quite a bit lately. I carried my late uncle's 1895 45-70, Jerry's hunting knife, Mr. Richard's sweater, one of grandpa's campaign cards and a hat given to me by a friend 20 years ago (he is still alive) that I have killed hundreds of deer while wearing it. I went this morning with the chance of snow heading my way. The wind was brisk and invigorating. I went to a ground blind set up that I rigged that uses a tri-pod for a combination rifle rest and net holder for the camo net. About 5 minutes after shooting light a 11/2 year old 6 point walked about 50 yards in front of me and moved off to my right. He started feeding on the hill side that faces west. About 20 minutes later I heard what sounded like a herd of cattle that was stampeded. I looked to my right and a very large bodied buck ran within 20' of me. Caught me off gard. He was after the small 6 point that was running for his life as the larger buck approached. I made a loud sound to stop the buck. He finally stopped and looked back at me from 157 yards. I raised the rifle and Uncle Jim guided my aim. Mr. Richard, Jacky and Jerry cheered me on as Grandpa supervised all of us. I squeezed the trigger and head the bullet strike home. I saw the buck turn a flip and it was over. I can tell you that it was an emotional time for sure. I could feel them all encouraging me to go and tag him. The buck was a 6 point that we ear marked early this season to be removed from the heard. Large body that appeared to be at least 31/2 years old. When I checked his teeth I was shocked to see that he was at least 41/2 if not 51/2. A great management deer. I have some more pics that will show exactly how big that body really is. reflex264
posted yesterday:
I posted about the hunt with my uncle's rifle, Jerry's knife, best friends sweater, cap from a hunting buddy and grandpa's campiagn cards. One of the most memorable hunts of my life. All of them got to go to the woods with me that day and helped me kill that 220lbs 6 point. Well I was going to out the rack on a plaque like grandpa did. He never mounted his deer. I put the rack with scull cap in a fire ant hill and covered it up. They will clean one done to the bone. A few days later the rack was gone. Dogs. It had been months since the rack disapered and I was sure it was gone for good. Still had the memories of the hunt and pics but wished I had the rack hanging on the wall. Today I had to do an electrical consultation at a house right down the road from my house. When I walked in the door there was a rack hanging on the wall on a nail. I eased up to look at it and it was my rack! I asked the gent building the house if his dogs had drug it up and he said they did. I explained to him what happened and he said take it with you. I have some pretty nice deer on my walls but I have few that can match the feeling I have when I think about that hunt and the boys going with me. Its home and will be on a plaque soon enough. Just thought I would share this. reflex264
posted after the comments:
Boys you are correct in assuming that this was "one of those times". Far from my biggest and best rack but this one is priceless. I have a few racks that are special for one reason or another. Asside from the meat which most of us enjoy there are times spent in the woods that we never forget. I have a little 5 point rack on a plaque that was my first handgun kill. I got so excited I had to wait about 10 minutes to slide down the tree. I have a 8 point mounted that only scores about 100. It was my first archery deer. The hunt will forever live on in my mind. There is a big doe head in between two of my big bucks in the living room. Matt's first deer. Made a perfect lung shot through some thick stuff that would have been difficult for anyone. I even have the hunt on video. I would just imagine each and everyone of us has similar reminders of cool days in a tree stand or stalking up to get a shot on deer while walking through 6 inches of snow. Whatever your special times are I would like to hear them. I know my father will never hunt with me again. He is alive but after repeatidly trying to get him out in the woods he shows no interest. That doesn't stop me from remembering the campfires on McGregor Range in 1973 chasing mule deer with him. We are a blessed bunch of people. We have our own world and culture. Hunting is a way of life for many of us if not all of us. While it is not as important as it once was to bring home meat it is equally important as a means to escape from the rat race most of us deal with daly. If a glance at a small deer rack hanging on your wall can take you back to the moment you were successful in your hunt and away from pressure and responsibility for only a moment how can you put a price on it? Well enough rambling. reflex264
this was my post when I killed the buck:
I have been planning this for a while but work has interfered with my hunting quite a bit lately. I carried my late uncle's 1895 45-70, Jerry's hunting knife, Mr. Richard's sweater, one of grandpa's campaign cards and a hat given to me by a friend 20 years ago (he is still alive) that I have killed hundreds of deer while wearing it. I went this morning with the chance of snow heading my way. The wind was brisk and invigorating. I went to a ground blind set up that I rigged that uses a tri-pod for a combination rifle rest and net holder for the camo net. About 5 minutes after shooting light a 11/2 year old 6 point walked about 50 yards in front of me and moved off to my right. He started feeding on the hill side that faces west. About 20 minutes later I heard what sounded like a herd of cattle that was stampeded. I looked to my right and a very large bodied buck ran within 20' of me. Caught me off gard. He was after the small 6 point that was running for his life as the larger buck approached. I made a loud sound to stop the buck. He finally stopped and looked back at me from 157 yards. I raised the rifle and Uncle Jim guided my aim. Mr. Richard, Jacky and Jerry cheered me on as Grandpa supervised all of us. I squeezed the trigger and head the bullet strike home. I saw the buck turn a flip and it was over. I can tell you that it was an emotional time for sure. I could feel them all encouraging me to go and tag him. The buck was a 6 point that we ear marked early this season to be removed from the heard. Large body that appeared to be at least 31/2 years old. When I checked his teeth I was shocked to see that he was at least 41/2 if not 51/2. A great management deer. I have some more pics that will show exactly how big that body really is. reflex264
posted yesterday:
I posted about the hunt with my uncle's rifle, Jerry's knife, best friends sweater, cap from a hunting buddy and grandpa's campiagn cards. One of the most memorable hunts of my life. All of them got to go to the woods with me that day and helped me kill that 220lbs 6 point. Well I was going to out the rack on a plaque like grandpa did. He never mounted his deer. I put the rack with scull cap in a fire ant hill and covered it up. They will clean one done to the bone. A few days later the rack was gone. Dogs. It had been months since the rack disapered and I was sure it was gone for good. Still had the memories of the hunt and pics but wished I had the rack hanging on the wall. Today I had to do an electrical consultation at a house right down the road from my house. When I walked in the door there was a rack hanging on the wall on a nail. I eased up to look at it and it was my rack! I asked the gent building the house if his dogs had drug it up and he said they did. I explained to him what happened and he said take it with you. I have some pretty nice deer on my walls but I have few that can match the feeling I have when I think about that hunt and the boys going with me. Its home and will be on a plaque soon enough. Just thought I would share this. reflex264
posted after the comments:
Boys you are correct in assuming that this was "one of those times". Far from my biggest and best rack but this one is priceless. I have a few racks that are special for one reason or another. Asside from the meat which most of us enjoy there are times spent in the woods that we never forget. I have a little 5 point rack on a plaque that was my first handgun kill. I got so excited I had to wait about 10 minutes to slide down the tree. I have a 8 point mounted that only scores about 100. It was my first archery deer. The hunt will forever live on in my mind. There is a big doe head in between two of my big bucks in the living room. Matt's first deer. Made a perfect lung shot through some thick stuff that would have been difficult for anyone. I even have the hunt on video. I would just imagine each and everyone of us has similar reminders of cool days in a tree stand or stalking up to get a shot on deer while walking through 6 inches of snow. Whatever your special times are I would like to hear them. I know my father will never hunt with me again. He is alive but after repeatidly trying to get him out in the woods he shows no interest. That doesn't stop me from remembering the campfires on McGregor Range in 1973 chasing mule deer with him. We are a blessed bunch of people. We have our own world and culture. Hunting is a way of life for many of us if not all of us. While it is not as important as it once was to bring home meat it is equally important as a means to escape from the rat race most of us deal with daly. If a glance at a small deer rack hanging on your wall can take you back to the moment you were successful in your hunt and away from pressure and responsibility for only a moment how can you put a price on it? Well enough rambling. reflex264
