’12 Deer Hunt….The deer hunting season is one of memories made, whether successful in a harvest or not, being with the people in your life is the most important part of the hunt Read More of the Story…
The Best Day of Fishing Ever….I’ve heard of salmon jumping into boats, but never anything quite like this….Tom Satre told the Sitka Gazette in Corvalis, Oregon that he was out with a charter group on his 62-foot fishing vessel when four juvenile black-tailed deer swam directly toward his boat. Read More of the Story…
SMELL, RATTLE AND CALL TO GET YOUR BUCK…For some time now, many hunters have categorized deer scents, calls, and antler rattling as essential hunting tools. Most are used by the country’s most successful deer hunters who use them religiously to produce trophy-sized whitetails. They weren’t always portrayed like this, in fact at one time most thought of them as “gimmicks”.
I’ll never forget my first encounter
Piebald BuckThis post came to me via email from my brother Robo…thanks buddy:
The photographs of the piebald deer shown below are real, although the animal was apparently taken in East Texas (not Wisconsin), and it was not sold for $13,000.
According to the Texas Big Game Awards website, “Bellville resident James Curtis took this unique piebald whitetail in Palestine opening weekend of deer season” in November 2008. The Buck Manager website provides the additional information from Curtis’s wife that:
The deer was actually killed November 2, 2008, on a privately owned ranch outside of Palestine, Texas. The piebald deer scored 138 5/8 gross with a total body weight of 195 pounds. My husband is getting the deer full body mounted. Anyways, I just wanted to give you this information since there are lots of emails going around saying the deer was harvested in Michigan, Arkansas, West Virginia, and Georgia just to name a few. One email even says that the deer was sold to Cabela’s for $13,000! It is crazy.
Prez. @ Davis. J. Hennes, LLC
Size of a Dog…..While hunting in a MN state forest with Crusty (my brother), my father & mother and youngest brother, Rob, we would go to the campground in the state forest after each day of hunting to see how many deer were hanging. At times there were nice bucks and other times just does. It was also a way for us to show everyone what we got too.
Well, about 7-8 yrs ago we saw a very impressive 10pt buck hanging. So we stopped there and started talking to a kid (13 – 14yrs old) as he was the only person at this campsite. After asking “who got this buck? at what time?” etc… this kid told us the guy that shot it was in town, and he said “I got one too!” As we all turned our heads to look at his deer hanging from the tree, all we saw was a deer the size of a German Shepard! I mean honestly, how could anyone even see that small of a deer, yet alone shoot it?? The only thing anyone said was “yep.”
We just killed this kids dream hunt in a matter of 5 seconds.
All we could do after that was say “Well, good luck tomorrow.” We got back in the truck and realized what we had done. Poor kid must have thought that those hunters are real (use your imagination).
To this day we feel bad for that kid , but it was funny at the time when he said “I got one too” and our response was priceless.
P.S. Never saw that kid again….
I Had To Wait Until My Legs Were Long EnoughWhen my mom remarried our family became hunters and fishermen. I was only six at the time and I wasn’t big enough to go on the hunting trips. After two or three years, I was allowed go with the family and fish while they hunted. I kept begging my new dad to tag along, promising to be quiet while he hunted. He said my legs weren’t long enough to climb over the downed trees and keep up with him. That just seemed ridiculous to an eight or nine year old. “I could climb over any old tree”, I thought. Now, I was a very small girl for my age and I began to think my legs would ever grow long enough to meet his requirement. Dad’s deer hunting stories fascinated me. He taught me how to look for signs: mushrooms dug around the base of a tree after a rain; the difference between buck and doe tracks and scat; places where they bedded down; and the different game trails.
I don’t remember how old I was when I finally got to hike along. Up before dawn and getting dressed in my brother’s hand-me-down hunting clothes was so exciting. We didn’t wear camo or the orange vest and hat. Those weren’t the stylye in the 50′s – just dull grays and browns. Off we went up the hill to the ridge where he planned to sit and hunt. It was then that I finally understood why I had to be bigger. Some of the logs we climbed over were three feet in diameter and of course the ground was not level. Indeed, I did need longer legs and a stronger body to keep up.
When we reached the first stand, we sat and waited and waited for what seemed like forever to a nine or ten year old who wasn’t used to being still that long. Then it was on to the next spot. That is how the day went. We didn’t see any deer that day, but it didn’t matter to me, because I knew that you didn’t see deer everytime you went out. Tramping through the forest and experiencing the views from the ridge tops was its own reward. When we got back to camp in the afternoon I’m sure I was exhausted from the long and tough hike, yet I know that I would never have admitted it. I didn’t want anything to keep me from being able go again. I felt proud that I could keep up.
Now, I can take my turn swapping hunting stories around the campfire.
The Buck that made me (literally) sickThis story takes place in November of 2008
Our family has had the same deer hunting land north of Greenbush, MN since 1971. My Grandpa and Dad have taken several nice bucks on the land over the years and finally in 2006, I got my first wall hanger in the cabin. Usually, the group is Grandpa, Dad, my two brothers, and myself. We always see plenty of deer and usually one or two really nice bucks on opening weekend of rifle, but in 2008 we hadn’t seen a thing on Saturday or Sunday. Also, this year was different because my brothers were not able to make it and Grandpa decided it was nicer sitting in the cabin than in a stand. So, it was just Dad and I through the weekend as well as Monday and Tuesday. We had decided before that we would plan on leaving Tuesday afternoon.
Our land is about 120 acres and we have 7 stands on the property. My dad usually hunts the East field and I usually hunt the North East field. Also, for the last 3 years, I have used my Dad’s old 30’6, since he bought a new rifle in 2005. This was the same gun I used to take the 8-pointer in 2006.
So, like I said, we haden’t seen a thing on Saturday or Sunday and when Monday rolled around, it was still quiet as quiet could be. That night in the cabin over some beverages, we discussed how we couldn’t believe that we hadn’t even SEEN a deer. We talked about leaving the next morning after cleaning up, but decided that we would hunt until about 1:00 the next day and leave after that. How I wish we would have left right away Tuesday morning.
So, the next morning we cleaned up, had breakfast and went out the stands a little later (about 8:00). We planned on being out there till 1:00 and then go home. It was a nice day, low wind and sunshine and about 20 degrees. The field that I have my stand in (the NE) is about 150 yards long and 50 yards wide. We had an earth mover out to make it about 4 years ago, so there is a burm of dirt about 10 feet high on the North East side of the field and a couple pine trees in the middle. My stand is on the South West side of the field, right in the middle of the tree line and directly across from the pine trees and the burm. I spent the morning watching the ruffed grouse mess around in the field and thinking that we were probably going to get shut out. Then, at around 11:45, I heard a stick crack. I looked up and all I saw was a NICE rack just over the burm, directly across from me. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t see the body, but it was one of the nicest 8 point racks I had seen. Probably just a year away from being a 10. Well, the buck climbed up to the top of the burm and just stood there, looking at me at eye level. The body was BIG. There was some grey around the neck and I thought that he might dress out around 200lbs. I froze and thought about moving slowly for my gun that was leaning up against the railing of the stand, but I decided to just watch for a bit. After about a minute stare down with this guy, he looked down and walked into the field moving just a little more south and west than my stand. As he was going behind the pine trees in the middle, I grabbed the rifle and scoped him up. I couldn’t believe my luck and smiled when I got him in the cross hairs…I mean, all I could see was brown! So, as he stood broadside from me at around 20 yards, I chose my spot behind his right shoulder and pulled the trigger. Well, I had the feeling of complete shock when all I heard was CLICK. I looked down at the chamber and noticed that when I had put the shell in that morning, it hadn’t closed fully. Freaking out now, and with the deer looking right at me wondering what the hell was going on, I tried to eject the shell and load another. Well, the first didn’t eject and the second one went in just fine. By now, I’m in full panic mode. I could have thrown my gun at this buck and instead I saw him slowly scamper to the other side of the field and disappear into the brush. I was so upset by this point and had no idea what to do, so I took off to my Dad’s stand to tell him what happened. When he saw me coming he knew something was wrong and asked me “what happened?” I told him and he said to me blank faced…”Oh, yeah. That gun sticks every now and then. All you had to do was nudge it closed”. Well, after that advice, I went back to my stand and worked myself up so much about missing the biggest deer I had ever seen that I gave my breakfast to the field below my stand. What could’ve been the biggest deer I’ve shot and have it happen right before we left after sitting and seeing nothing for four days, turned into the first shut out in probably ten years. The ride home was hell.
Hopefully, next year I’ll have the story about how I nailed that S.O.B that got away in 08′.
-Ben Doran
