Well that is the real joy of hunting you guys have.....

Okay friends just share one more thing with me...What tool you prefer most for the perfect hunting..Bow or Gun?Or you have anything else just post it down here.

Well, there is no reply today.okay friends, have you ever endangered yourself for any hunting and got success.As my younger brother really likes your real stories that after reading I share with him.He is physically handicapped..your stories make him laugh just for few moments.

thanks

Hmmm. right off the top O' my head I can remember 2 times where I almost had Great Horned Owls land on my face. I coyote hunt at night, and when I squeal like a wounded rabbit, the owls think they've just found a meal. They both came to within about 5ft. before I flailed my arms and they flew off!
Back to deer hunting, for me, gun or bow I love it all! If they offered a spear season I'd probably have to partake!!!

Really.. you have a better meeting with great horned Owls...BTW thanks for your response..do share if anything special you guys have in the entire span of hunting!!!!!

I have 2 friends, they are both older, but they remind me of the 2 old guys from the movie grumpy old men. They are a lot of fun to be around, you know the type always insulting one another but are the best of friends. Many years ago, they got the idea to try thier hand at bow hunting. This was in the time that compound bows were just coming out. They each own the same Ranger bass boats, many the same guns, go on hunting fishing trips together, don't try and out do one another, just own the same type of gear. So they bought themselves 2 bear whitetail compound bows. Set them up the same and practiced together. So off they go. Thier hunting area has several cedar trees, which was easy for them to climb, they each picked a cedar about 60 yards apart. As you can imagine, they could see each other and many a hand signal was sent back and forth, (some without all the fingers being used). About deerthirty, a lone doe came along a trail nearest to one of them. The one waited till the other could see it, which put the doe between them. The one drew his bow, not noticing that one of those many cedar limbs came into contact with the upper bow string. So much that it was bending the string as well. Upon release, the arrow flew off the rest as it should, but at an steep upward angle. The arrow flew through the others tree, 60 yards away. At that a slew of expletives came flowing from the other. The doe, turned itself inside out, ran into the tree that the one who had shot the almost fatal arrow was in. Since he was only about 12 feet off the ground, standing on one of those, at times brittle limbs, fell from the tree. He told me that he was laughing so hard he didn't feel a thing.
Neither one ever bow hunted again. They have stuck to thier rifles, one of them wears an entire blaze suit, and hunts on the other side of thier area, to this day. That is how the story was relayed to me. I would have loved to have been in the truck on the ride home.