Why Do People Shoot Little Bucks!!!
 

Hold on guys. Before you get your panties in a bunch, i'm just stirring the pot. I couldn't resist after reading that thread. I would like to keep this one more friendly!

Just wanted to start a thread with the story of everyones first deer and bring everyone down to an even playing field and maybe even enjoy reading this thread! Since the last was no fun at all.

I'll start,

I was 11 and it was the Ohio gun opener. I was so excited the night before that I couldn't sleep. It would be the first time that I got to go deer hunting with my gramps and all the guys I looked up to and carry a gun. Gramps showed up right on time and picked me up. We drove back the long and bumpy field road to the backside of my farm. We met the other guys where we always did and decided where everyone was going for the day. Since it was my first hunt I got first pick and of course I chose the best spot on the property, the Hog Back stand!

So gramps and I trudged all the way to the back of the farm and down to a bench just above the river. We sat down and eagerly awaited the warmth of the sun. Morning came and with it the first shots of the season. I was antsy to say the least. Gramps kept telling me to be patient and it would pay off. We sat all day without seeing so much as a white flag!

Evening was fast approaching and I was losing faith. Gramps was not detered and kept telling me that they would be moving through about dark. Sure enough about 15 minutes before shooting light 5 deer appeared from the hemlocks on our right side and moved up the draw and onto the bench we were sitting on. My gun was at the ready and before gramps could say shoot when your ready BOOOOM! The 870 hastings barreled Remington roared. All the deer left but one! I was the happiest little hunter in the whole state at that moment. All the guys in our hunting party came and congradulated me. It was then and there I knew I was going to be a hunter for the rest of my life.

It is 10 years and many deer later, and i will never forget the feeling of accomplishment and commeraderie i got that day!

Mine was back in about 1982. I lived up in The Dalles, Oregon and my dad and I headed out to the woods. We hit some dirt roads real early in the morning, just looking for some forest to hunt. We saw some good looking timber and walked across the clearing to the edge of it. My dad told me he had to take a dump and he would walk over a ways and then we'd meet up a bit later. I started walking into the timber and saw it dropped into a deep canyon about 50 yards ahead.
As I walked to the edge of the canyon, I heard some crackling leaves and twigs snapping below. I thought "how could my dad have made it all the way down there already?" As i looked over the edge, there HE was. A nice 4 point muley quartering slightly away and walking into the canyon. He had no idea I was there. I quickily raised my 7mm Magnum and took aim. Pow! Right in the neck. He dropped on the spot and rolled a ways downhill. My dad quickly aborted his crap and came running over to find a very excited 17 year old boy jumping up and down yelling "I got him, I got him!"
Anyway, we then gutted him and had to drag him about 100yds straight up the canyon. Very exciting!!!

Sounds like a great morning! I always like to hear these stories, gives me that great nastalgic feeling!

I was 12. First day hunting. I was with my Dad and two uncles. I shot a buck, and he was probably the smallest 3 point you'd ever seen. I was the only one out of 11 in camp that got a buck (PA in 2001, if it had antlers, it was down). Seeing all the older guys I looked up to celebrating what I did was one of the coolest experiences of my life. That day hooked me on the sport and by the next year I had a bow. I think it was definitely worth it, changed my life.

Mine was a 10 pointer, saw him when I came out of the woods one afternoon with a limit of squirrels...Hunted him for a week before he showed again...This was in the late 60s...

Killed him with a 22-250...:biggrin:

My first deer was an 8 point. I drug a stand I had built about 3/4 a mile to put it where I wanted it. He came through first morning of opening season at 9:30 trailing a doe. That was 1979.

I am 15 years old and have only gotten one deer. i lived in massachussetts and you couldnt hunt up there till you were 13. my dad bought me a pse and i went out in the woods. i had alot of bucks just not one that i would feel good about so i wated. finally when i moved to texas we got a leas. it was late season in january and i decided i was going to take a doe if one came in. sure enough i heard a twig snap and she came in at 20 yards and i blasted her with a heart shot. i was so excited and i now i think i am more in to hunting then my dad who has been doing it for 20 years.

First buck came when i was 13

The group I was with drove deer the first three and a half days of rifle season with much success...me being younger, i was not elected as a poster.

We pushed a 20 acre or so patch of woods out and i heard shooting out in the field, thinking someone must be pretty pleased. I solidered on, in about knee deep snow, this was 1995 in NE PA. I come to a cleared out patch between the woods we were pushing and it is standing corn, I notice a deer at the edge of the corn and he is coming my way. I sat down right in the snow, rested off a blow down, he came within 40 yards and I made a poor shot through his hind quarters as he angled towards me...he then ran above me in deeper snow in the woods to my left...he was having trouble getting through the snow...I run like all get out to catch up to him and he is standing behind a hemlock, I have one shot at his neck and take it...he drops...i start shaking like all get out

He was a 12" wide 7 point and I will never forget the look on my dad's face when I came down off the woods and all the rest of the posters and drivers were there saying "man, what took you so long coming through the drive?"

"Well, I shot twice and got my first buck"

Great day, many deer later, never forget this one.

Mine first deer was 4 years ago. I had NO interest in hunting until 2 weeks until opening day of rifle season. Thanks to my awesome dad :) he went all out and bought me a rifle and found us place for us to hunt.

The first 2 weeks of rifle season, we only saw like 3 deer, all of which came out after dark. Then as we were feeling desperate, with 6 days left to hunt, I took a 350 yard shot at a doe with my .243. I hit her, but being inexperieced I forgot to watch where she ran to. We only found a little pile of blood at POI.

Moving on to the final 2 days of hunting season, Thanksgiving weekend. My dad had a friend that owned 1600 acres of farmland about and hour away. As soon as we find out we can go we head out. We get there Friday evening and do a quick evening hunt, no success.

The next morning, we head to a different spot watching a creek bottom at the bottom of a field. As me and my dad sit against a tree on top of a quilt, in the cool crisp morning, we wait for the sunrise. Right after first light, we see a deer come out of the bottom. "Ok, here we go Trev, here's your chance" my dad says. I'm so excited im shaking literally like a leaf. Not caring whether the deer was female or male I take 3 deeeeeep breaths and POW! with the trusty .243. I look up and see the deer jump 10 feet and the air and I know I put a good hit on it. I jump hoopin and hollerin "I GOT HIM!!!" I lay my rifle down and take off after it. There it layed not 50 yards from where I shot it, a beautiful 8 pointer. Not only my first buck, but also my first deer. I'll never forget that day.

I like to trap buttons just after they are dropped to the ground. Ill cut the legs off the doe, before she can run. Hold her down and make the button nurse. Ill cut a hole in the neck of the doe and force feed her so she does not die. I then bind the buttons so he can not move. I want the meat real tender. After about a month or torture, I throw the doe to the wolves and let the button starve to death. Then I shot it and clean it.:pcwhack::bash::poke::hit::nonono2::rolleye0011 ::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye00 11::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye 0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolle ye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rol leye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::rolleye0011::r olleye0011::rolleye0011:


So to answer you question; People shoot little bucks because they are Satanic, evil people who only hunt for the purpose of torturing poor little animals. When it isnt hunting season, they torture puppies and kittens. If there are no puppies or kittens to be found, they abuse their own kids. Because, how dare someone shoot a legal animal. There just has to be a more cynical motive to doing such a dastardly deed.:rolleye0011:

I started hunting with my dad when I was around 4 (sitting with him of course). I got my first doe when I was 9 with a 410, sitting up against a tree one late afternoon. I think he was more excited than I was lol. That was 1989. I started practicing with a youth bow around that same time. Several years later when I was 14 he bought me a Golden Eagle and I got my first bow kill with it that year! Just a doe... But I was hooked from then on. Bowhunting has been my passion ever since. Sure I still gun hunt from time to time, smoked a big nanny just this passes Sat. with my 6 and 3 year old by me side!! Dad was on the other side of the property but I could tell he was smiling when he heard my boys screaming with excitment! Thats what its all about...sure I've killed nice bucks through the years, but to me there is so much more to it then whats on there head!!

Were I live, we don't have nice bucks. Mainly because of lack of nutrients and other hunters. The meat is the biggest factor for some I know. They would prefer tender meat than rough meat. I personally would let young ones go if I knew there were bigger ones around and no one else was hunting the same area.

I forgot to mention spikes, not yearlings or fawns.

Some folks need to read the original poster's actual post, not just the subject.:rolleye0011:

Anyway, my first buck and first deer was in 1988. I had just turned 15 and it was my 4th year hunting and my 3rd opening day in PA buck camp. At this time you got one tag in PA and you pretty much shot any buck you were lucky enough to see. I was hunting in a stand that I had inheireted from another member of our camp in the morning and did not see much of anything all morning. I heard a shot near one of our other guys' stands and got down to warm up and head back to camp to see who shot. One of the guys from camp had shot a little buck and suggested I go sit in his stand. He walked out with me to his stand. There was already another hunter in it. We politely asked him to leave (private land) and I hunted the stand. Around 1:30 is saw a deer moving out of the thicket off to my left. I could see he had antlers so I found him in the Weaver scope atop my 30-30 Savage pump and fired 3 rounds before he was down.

He was a spike with 9 inch spikes and a 3rd point on his one brow. He may as well have been a Booner I was so happy. Everyone at camp was happy as well and it was a good deer camp.

Mine was a button buck that I shot when I was 12 (2005) he ran 60 yards and expired. Great hunt, won't forget it!

Mine was Thanksgiving morning 1984 with an old Mossberg 500 12ga. At the time in Indiana you could not shoot does with a firearm and bucks sightings were few and far between. I was sitting in a fence row that seperated a cut corn field and a CRP field. A doe came running across the CRP field about 30 mins after first light and stopped in front of me about 80 yards out. She stood motionless for better that 10 mintues watching her back trail, then he came running. At the time I had not idea how big or small he was, I just knew it was a buck and I was going to shoot. He stopped, turned broadside and I let 3 slugs fly as fast as I could pull the trigger. The two deer ran off and in a valley, I seen the doe come out, but not the buck. With snow on the ground, we found no blood at all, but a quick search of the valley found my first deer/buck. He would have been a really nice 10 pointer, but his right side main beam was broken off just a few inches off of his head.

I am not much of a gun hunter any more, but I still think about that every year. The first one is one you will never forget.

thought i was the only one:evil:

My first buck was 5 yrs ago when i was 9 yrs old and it was a 2 pt. buck and i have killed 9 more deer since then and my biggest 1 that i killed this yr. was a 8pt. with a 16 inch inside spread and i shot him on november 6th with my compound bow and i have killed a buck every yr that i have deer huntede soo i have been succesful year after year. But i can replace the feeling of that first deer droping in its tracks and rolling down a hill and that was my first deer it was soo amazing!

I was 12 when I first got to legally hunt. I was on my own. The only person in my family who hunted was my Grandpa, and he passed away when I was 3. I was using his JC Higgins 12 gauge pump from when he was in high school. I never had sucess until I turned 14. After reading a few books and subscribing to outdoor magazines, I started to learn more about hunting.

November 2001. My dog of 17 years died the thursday before opening weekend. I was a wreck. I never really lost a family member at an older age. It was a big deal to me.

That opening morning, I set out on foot from my house to a fence line about 3 miles from my house. I remember getting to my spot in the pitch dark, a little scared. I sat down in some tall weeds against a tree and began to wait. About a half an hour later I heard something moving to my right down the fence line, where there was a mound of dirt surrounded by tall weeds. It started to get light out and as my eyes started to adjust, I could see the outline of a deer. My heart was pounding, I didn't even know if it was a buck or a doe. It started walking towards me about 10 minutes later, and thats when I seen the nice rack. It got about 10 yards away, my arms are shaking, I aim down the sights and pull the trigger. A nice 8 point buck for my first deer ever.

The best day of hunting in my life, which I will never forget. A nice deer with my Grandpa's old JC Higgins 12 gauge "Old Yeller"

I'm pretty sure you didn't read my entire post. I am not trying to start this argument over. I was simply poking fun at a previous thread, and wanting some lighter reading. But i'm glad that you voiced your opinion. Now would you tell the story of your first deer since thats all this thread is about?

lol too funny, i think he's jus kiddin roun pope...lol maybe you are too lol

Its all fun and games. I didn't mean to multi-post having some connection problems and didn't think it was going through till I looked at the thread again.

Great stories guys! This is what this post was about. Getting away from the BS and back to the finer things in hunting.

Hey all Im new to the fourm and hunting for that mattergot an old whitetail 2 from my buddy this summer and didn't do anything with it til about a week after bow season started (sept. 26) anyways got it all set up and started hunting a woods i used to paintball in sat in that woods every day after work and saw nothing decided if I didnt see anything the next week id find a diff. woods thats when they started showing up I seen at least one deer every day that week (this was mid nov) By the time Friday im pumped about all the deer then 45 min b4 sunset he walked in he started to sniff the trail i had laid down of doe pee and slowly made his way over to me about 20 min later he was standing broadside at 35 yds and I let the arrow fly he ran about 30 yds and crashed head first ino the ground walked up and there lay a 9 pointer

Maybe why some question your motives with this post is the fact that you tell us all about your gun barrel "Hastings" but not your "small buck".:s4:

So I had been hunting for a few years before my first deer. I had made plenty of mistakes that cost me my first deer in the past, not having the gun ready on a drive, snow in my peep sight, etc...but one day on my Grandpa's and I annual hunt was the day. Several cool things happened that day. At the last minute my dad took the day off and came with. Dad and Grandpa were making the drive I had screwed up on the year before when over the ridge came two deer. They broke across the tea bog and at about 60 yards I dropped the lead deer, a huge doe. The second deer leaned over and smelled the rump of the first deer, so I shot that one as well and it dropped with its head on the rump of the first...it was great...a spiker. So after my shot I hear my uncle yell, turns out him and my cousin were coming in from the opposite direction because they had taken the day off as well, so I ended up having the whole crew there for my first deer. Everytime I sit in that stand I can see the event happen over and over again!!

They taste good!

My first deer ever just happened to be a 9 pt. buck and I took it with a bow and I was 28 years old. I started deer hunting in the mid 70's and at that time you were lucky to see a couple deer a day. I started as a gun hunter but after a few years I realized I could greatly extend my season if I bow hunted. In November of 1981 I finally connected with my bow and at that time I was 1 of only a handful of successful bowhunters in my county. BTW,the antlers on that 9 point was so small, I could cover them with my hat.......lol. Had I missed that buck, I'd swear it was in the 150 class.

It was 15 years ago and I was 14 years old. It was the day before we left to go elk hunting and I found a group of 3 mule deer bucks grazing on the side of a pretty big mountain. I went around the mountain and hiked up the other side. Just before I got to the top I stopped and rested because I was sucking wind pretty bad. After I got settled down I went the 10 or 15 more yards I needed to peer over and there he was about 30 yards down hill from me. I went back over told myself to use the 10 yard pin since the angle was very large. I drew back stood up and looked over. he was broadside and I put the 10 yard pin of my little 45 pound bear bow on him and put it right behind the shoulder on the front side. He was 1/4rd away and the arrow hit the offside shoulder and the arrow stoped. I watched as he went down the drainage to the other side over some rocks and started coughing up blood and fell down the rock ledge into some thick brush. He was not only my first deer ever but the first with a bow as well as the largest deer I have ever shot. A 5X5 mule deer.

Its all in jest. Couldnt help myself. But I do admit it was kind of intended to poke fun at those who get on a soap box. Please do not think I was blasting you. I like to be a smart ares from time to time. I was just trying to be funny.

My very first deer with a bow was a solid 8 piont. Crappy rack, but mature big bodied Buck. I was very lucky, because I was rather sloppy back in the days. I shot him in 1983 In Llano Texas, with a Herters recurve. I was in a ground blind I had made out of a cedar tree and tumble weeds. He came walking down the trail I was watching. He walked in to about 12 yards and I let the arrow fly. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Now my second deer with a bow was later that year and was a small yearling doe. She ate well.

1986 11 years old took a shot at an albino 6pt..deer was also shot by 2 other hunters and nobody could find it. 1993 18 years old, 220lb dressed 5pt public land. 10 years later AR, public land six point just beyond the ears. Never once took a shot at bb, spike, 3pt, or 4pt I could easier kill with a rock, stick, or my fist. QDM since 1986!!!!

I have to post on this thread. I shot a decent buck that i would have let walk this time of year and only shoot if they were plentifull. However, this honeyhole my friend has found was/did have some really nice bucks. He was rebuffed in a huge way by one of the land owners. He was told, no hunting was allowed in there. The follow up, certified letter further defined it as "on common" property. Turns out, he and another owner has ticked off one perticular neighbor (actually another neighbor also) so she wants us in there hunting. Over the last few years, they have been trying to stop us with BS lies. Anyway, now that hasn't worked, this year someone put a cape and head (less antler's) below my friend's stand. Mistake!!!!! He is now on a mission to shoot all of their deer. These guys will be very disappointed in the years to come for being idiots.

bawanajim,

I was simply telling the story. I'm not sure what your getting at with this post. My first was not a small buck but a doe. If that deer would have been a small buck it would have hit the dirt just the same. I feel that people should harvest whatever deer they are happy with not what someone else will be happy with. The title of this thread was to simply get peoples attention and then give them somthing that is fun to read.

Its all good burnie. Glad to have your story added. I have never harvested a deer with trad gear though I will try in the future. I just don't have the time to dedicate to it being as I am in college and working but it will happen one day.

I kill little deer because I can.....:)

Thats an awesome first deer man! And with a bow even sweeter!

Great and i kill little deer as well when I feel the need to shoot. Could we hear the story of your first deer?

I was 16. Dad and I went out one morning in a blazing snow storm here in Upstate NY, with 20+ winds. We sat overlooking a saddle that lead to the swamp. About 9:30 I'm so cold I want to go but Dad says hang in there as we saw a few does earlier. An hour later there he is, coming out of the corn heading into the saddle on his way to the swamp. I put my 12 ga Mossberg pump on a stump, take aim through the sight, but I can't feel my fingers. I take my shooting glove off and then squeeze the trigger - *BOOM*. The deer falls and Dad is going nuts - he's happier than I am. We go down to get the deer and it's a nice 8 point with a 18 inch inside spread. And what does Dad say to me when he hands me the knife "here this should warm you up'. After that we had almost a 300 yard drag back to the truck.. Never will forget that day, all the cold wind and snow was well worth that 5 minutes of excitement. Now almost 30 yrs later, I hunt with a bow exclusively and it's even more exciting than it was back then although Dad no longer goes out but he does still come to the field when I call to tell him I got one down.