when you first hunt a White tail deer?
 

hi..guys,just share about your first hunting experience for the white tail deer:deer::deer::deer:..about hunting tools you used...was the hunting successful?

First bow deer14 years old. I had a high country sniper equipped with aluminum arrows. I was stalking through the woods in a light rain and before I knew it there was a spiker on the other side of a thorn bush 10yds away. I ran him through with a 100gr.muzzy. He only ran 20yds before toppling! I had him gutted and dragged back to the house(1/4mile) in about 3 minutes flat!!!
First shotgun deer 16 years old. I had an old marlin 12Ga. bolt action shotgun. I went out back stood up on a tree stump. 15 minutes later a forker came from behind me and passed me at 5yds. I let him get out to 30yds and put him down.

I used to go out when I was younger 12 or 13 but had no experience so was not sucessful. I started going again when I was in college back in 2006 and have been going every year ever since. I have harvested a deer all but one year. When I first started I used a JC Higgins 16 guage bolt action that was given to me by my grandpa. Now I use a Remington 870 with a slug barrel. I have been sucessful ground hunting with and without a blind and hunting from a tree as well. First deer I shot was opening day in 2006 with a Winchester 1300. I had two doe fawns come in aprox 50 yards right at shooting time and dropped her with a spine shot. I have a 2 year old son now who loves watching hunting videos with me so can't wait till he is old enough to go hunting with me.

That's definately something to look forward to!
My fiance can't have children, so that's something I won't get to experience (unless we adopt). We do have 14 nieces and nephews. Hopefully I can keep a few of them interested til' they're old enough!

i went on a couple youth mentored hunts with no luck before i was twelve. it was really just spending time outside more than hunting.

Well my first licensed hunt i went out with my bow and my dad. I was 12 years old. It was the first day of archery and my dad slept in till 9 a.m... i was pissed! so we headed out, still hunting in a thicket. we popped around a bush and saw a big spike. my dad whispered "shoot it" knowing we wouldnt get many chances to going out that year since at the time my mother was terminally ill. there was a hole in a thorn bush the size of a soft ball in the thorn bush, revealing his vitals. He said can you make that shot? i drew my bow, and he got to see me slip the arrow right behind his shoulder. We were so excited he was almost in tears being so happy. the deer ran 20 yards and we got to see it drop in sight. that will always be very special to me.

First deer was when I went out with my grandpa using his savage model 99 in .300. A fork horn with one side busted off came running across the field and then turned and ran straight for us. I shot and the deer dropped. Little did I know that since I was so nervous, I had been off the mark and shot the deer through the front knee, exiting into the back knee, as we walked up, the deer for up and I shot it again, finally ending the hunt. Not the greatest deer, or the greatest shot, but one I will remember forever.

I have just shared my first whitetail hunt on another post, but while sharing that the flood of memories that came back. The smells, that dreamy feeling, and the sounds. I was about 10 years old, my family owned and operated a dairy farm in West Tenn. It was Saturday morning, my dad, who was a Hard core Vietnam Vet. who never hunted out of a tree stand, set us up the afternoon before a spot in a patch of honey suckle. That morning, getting into our spot in the dark, the sounds of deer, to me were every where. Dad kept telling me to be quiet, I kept asking " did you hear that ". It was somewhat foggy, then ever so quietly, several does began to come into the cut silage field corner. Then dad said, "ok, there he is". I remember looking down the barrel of my savage bolt action .410 loaded with 3" Remington slugs, at then young bucks shoulder. The bead covered the whole shoulder. At the shot, my dad says, with an expletive "you missed him". I remember shaking uncontrollably while he walked the 25-30yrds were the buck had stood. Then with a wave of his hand, he had found hair. 75yrds later we stood over my buck, I was crying, felt like I was in a dream. Dad even had water in his eyes. He hugged me so tight. That was the trophy of a lifetime for me, now. I have killed much, much bigger deer since that morning, but looking back, with my dad now gone, that was and is the trophy of my life time.
Rest in peace, my dad, James Plunk, Vietnam Vet. Dad, you never let them win !

Fact of hunting experience..
 

Really great stories you guys have to hunt deer since your early age..
All friends here must go through your experiences.........
well guys I suppose you people now would be the perfect hunter....
just one shoot and the prey is finish...:party0005:

Use to go with my Grandad all the time. For years would just sit up in the stand with him eating peanuts. A lot of the time would fall asleep, haha, but he would always wake me up to see the deer. In fact, thats what happened when I killed my first deer. Woke me up, Big 6-point standing in the green field, got ready, then dropped him in his tracks.

My first time deer hunting was off of a eight foot tall wooden stand made out of 2X4's an my dad drug it into an area an leaned it up against a pen oak tree. I climbed on the stand at the age of 12 with a single shot 20 gauge shotgun with a pocket full of buckshot. Shot my first deer an never find it that was in 1975.

when you first hunt a White tail deer?
 

:cool15: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!!!!!:s13:

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.