When you think back over your hunting years, what one hunt stands out as the most memorable for you.
Sure, there are lots of memorable hunts, but the one that I think of most was my first deer hunt. I had just returned from Viet Nam in 1970, and one of my cousins asked me to go hunting with him. This was about a month before the season opener. I didn't own any hunting clothes, let alone a rifle, so my cousin loaned me one of his two rifles. His deer rifle was a Reminton Model 700 in 30:06, and the rifle he loaned me was a custom benchrest rifle in .308 that weighed 15 pounds and was topped with a 20x scope. I went out and bought a 4x Weaver scope for it, and my cousin loaded up some 165 grain Core Lokt loads. Well, on opening morning we went out into the woods and my cousin put me in a permanent tree stand that overlooked some scrub oak thickets that boardered a huge corn field. Ten minutes after opening time, I heard noises coming down through the scrub, and saw six or seven does followed by a buck. I put the rifle on an opening in the brush where I figured they would pass and waited. A short time later, all the deer filtered through the opening and when I saw antlers, I fired. The buck took off running. My cousin had told me not to leave my stand: he'd come back for me if he heard me shoot. About 3 minutes later he showed up, and I explained what had happened. He asked how many points it had, and I said I don't know, but it was huge. He got all excited, and we went to check out where the buck had been when I fired. There was some hair, blood, and corn. He said that indicated a gut shot, which wasn't good, but by the color of the blood I might have caught the liver, and if that was the case, it shouldn't go far. He got on the blood trail, while I moved off to the side, looking for any sign up ahead. After about 90 - 100 yards, we saw it laying stone dead! I was thrilled, and ran up to it, made sure it had passed on, and immediately wrapped my arms around the neck of my "monster" forked horn buck. He said, I thought you said it was huge. I told him that it sure looked huge when I looked at it. And that's my most memorable hunt.brettwilby said:come on Mike you must have more than one.
mine is my first Pheasant when i was 10 my dad was a member of a syndicate that shot driven game. I had been beating all season and begging for a turn to shoot but it wasn't until the boxing day shoot that he let me stand in line with the gun, first bird forward was a cock Pheasant straight for me one shot he was done and i was hooked!
WOW!clawj said:Oh man this is a tough one, everyone that knows me knows that I love telling and hearing hunting stories. I could go on for pages. My first rifle deer, my first archery deer, but topping those is the caribou hunt I went on a few years back. Super long story but everything that could go wrong did go wrong in -40 temps like the Argo on fire, then the Argo breaking down on the winter road, malfunctioning equipment, and in the end renting a couple snowmobiles for a day off a local native and going hunting with him and getting all our tags filled. It was an adventure to top all others I've had.