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As I was leaving the house this morning already
late for work - the phone rang. Our neighbor had
seen a cat (wasn't sure if it was bobcat or lion-
just looked big to him.) It was up the road from
our house about 1/2 mile, thought we might like
give our hounds a run. I quizzed him a bit,
guessed it was a bob, and then thanked him for
the info, but the season doesn't open for another
month.
As I head out the door I grab my bino's, camera
and a hand squeaker-what the heck I'm already
late. I stop by the fence line, walk up a bit (boy it
was muddy) and start making like a squashed
rodent. It wasn't ten seconds later out pops Mr.
Bob from a brush pile 50 yards ahead of me. He
is a nice sized and spotted cat! I just stand there
(pretty much in the open) in my work clothes
watching with the bino’s and squeaking. The cat
watched intently then sits down. Well by now I
am really late (and real muddy) so I bit the cat
good day and we go our separate ways. This is
only the second cat I have called in so I was
pretty excited. As I head up the road and make a
corner there stands a nice coyote thirty yards
from the road, in the open, unconcerned. I hope
they weren't an omen that I should have played
hookie today!
late for work - the phone rang. Our neighbor had
seen a cat (wasn't sure if it was bobcat or lion-
just looked big to him.) It was up the road from
our house about 1/2 mile, thought we might like
give our hounds a run. I quizzed him a bit,
guessed it was a bob, and then thanked him for
the info, but the season doesn't open for another
month.
As I head out the door I grab my bino's, camera
and a hand squeaker-what the heck I'm already
late. I stop by the fence line, walk up a bit (boy it
was muddy) and start making like a squashed
rodent. It wasn't ten seconds later out pops Mr.
Bob from a brush pile 50 yards ahead of me. He
is a nice sized and spotted cat! I just stand there
(pretty much in the open) in my work clothes
watching with the bino’s and squeaking. The cat
watched intently then sits down. Well by now I
am really late (and real muddy) so I bit the cat
good day and we go our separate ways. This is
only the second cat I have called in so I was
pretty excited. As I head up the road and make a
corner there stands a nice coyote thirty yards
from the road, in the open, unconcerned. I hope
they weren't an omen that I should have played
hookie today!
My first stalk
Heidi ~ Barrington/N.H.
A couple years ago, oh must have been 5 to be
exact. We were out... My husband, and in-laws, I
decided to head down this long a** trail and
found this stonewall. I was just learning about
hunting... Anyhow I remembered that I read in a
book, that deer like stonewalls they tend to stay
about 20 yards away. So I decided to sit and
stalk. I had my 308 with me of course; I got
hungry, so I decided it was a good place to sit
and have my lunch... About half way through
eating, I see a deer, about 100 yards or so away. I
didn't have binoculars back then, so I couldn't tell
if it had a rack or not. Was it a BUCK? I decided
to watch this deer and to cut the deer off. I left
my stuff and grabbed the gun. At first I was
walking and then crouching.... then on my hands
and knees. Let me say that’s no easy task (Lol!)
But I did it… I caught right up to her. YUP a
DOE!!! Crap...But you know? I took that as a
learning day. I found - I could stalk a deer and
did it pretty darn good!
Heidi ~ Barrington/N.H.
A couple years ago, oh must have been 5 to be
exact. We were out... My husband, and in-laws, I
decided to head down this long a** trail and
found this stonewall. I was just learning about
hunting... Anyhow I remembered that I read in a
book, that deer like stonewalls they tend to stay
about 20 yards away. So I decided to sit and
stalk. I had my 308 with me of course; I got
hungry, so I decided it was a good place to sit
and have my lunch... About half way through
eating, I see a deer, about 100 yards or so away. I
didn't have binoculars back then, so I couldn't tell
if it had a rack or not. Was it a BUCK? I decided
to watch this deer and to cut the deer off. I left
my stuff and grabbed the gun. At first I was
walking and then crouching.... then on my hands
and knees. Let me say that’s no easy task (Lol!)
But I did it… I caught right up to her. YUP a
DOE!!! Crap...But you know? I took that as a
learning day. I found - I could stalk a deer and
did it pretty darn good!
10/20/06
Squeezebox/Gwinn, Michigan
Gramma Got her 2nd Deer
Gramma calls me at work today (actually my
mother in law) but we call her Gramma for the
kid's sake! She started laughing about the deer
she got. I thought shucks, there goes the front of
the van, but she said “No”- she was in her
garden, pulling tomato vines and saw the head
of a brown deer on the other end of the raised
bed. She walked over and there's a dead doe
lying there! She lives on a busy street in town; it
must have gotten hit, hopped the fence and
expired. This will be the second time, in four
years – the first time, we finished the deer and
got some decent meat.Now, Gramma does own a
couple guns, but she never shoots, no bow, but is
two up on some of her boys...... sheesh!! Agent
from Do Nothing Right came by and picked it up
saving me that job.
Squeezebox/Gwinn, Michigan
Gramma Got her 2nd Deer
Gramma calls me at work today (actually my
mother in law) but we call her Gramma for the
kid's sake! She started laughing about the deer
she got. I thought shucks, there goes the front of
the van, but she said “No”- she was in her
garden, pulling tomato vines and saw the head
of a brown deer on the other end of the raised
bed. She walked over and there's a dead doe
lying there! She lives on a busy street in town; it
must have gotten hit, hopped the fence and
expired. This will be the second time, in four
years – the first time, we finished the deer and
got some decent meat.Now, Gramma does own a
couple guns, but she never shoots, no bow, but is
two up on some of her boys...... sheesh!! Agent
from Do Nothing Right came by and picked it up
saving me that job.
Chili & Hog!
archer393, Everett, Pennsylvania
March 20th, 2006, 8:11 P. M.
Several years’ back, some friends and I were hunting
pigs at another friends hunting preserve. Well we all
showed up the evening before and got our things
unpacked and settled in. My buddy brought along a big
ole' kettle of venison chili. We all packed in quite a bit
of chili with homemade tortillas and beer! Lemme’ tell
ya'll something; next time he brings it…I’m leaving! The
air was so thick and foul that by 11 o’clock! A fly couldn’
t take wing in it. The next morning broke with a
beautiful day. I took stand along a swamp in a bunch of
blow downs. I sat there for about two hours when I
started to get a bit uncomfortable, my guts commenced
to churn and gurgle. Before I knew it I was doing that
tight-legged shuffle. I went a suitable distance from my
stand, until I couldn’t shuffle - NO more! Being a careful
person, I took long hard check of the immediate area,
nothing around anywhere, so I proceeded to get my self
in a compromising position. From the other side of the
big red oak, I had chosen, I heard a noise! So, I stood
up, looked around, saw nothing and continued on. I
had just gotten comfortable, when, I caught movement
outta the corner of my eye. I turned, and there stood the
biggest, meanest looking, cross-eyed hog, you’d ever
did see! Lemme ask ya'll something. Ever try to squat
jump over something about three feet off the ground
with something wrapped around your ankles? Well,
there I was on the ground, tangled up in my britches,
with a bloody nose, trying to knock an arrow, and find
the hog with tears in my eyes! The damn hog just stood
there gawking at me - I swear he was smiling!!! So I let
my arrow fly! I found out the arrow, I picked was a wee
bit warped from an attempted flight over a dead tree,
that went somewhere other than the hog! The last, I
saw that hog, it did an about face, gave his tail a bit of
a wiggle, and headed for parts unknown. So I gathered
my wits back together and found where the aborted
flight landed. I sneaked, my defeated self, back to the
lodge, used the washing machine and headed back out
to my stand before anyone was the wiser. Now, I did kill
a nice hog that afternoon! But I thought, I was the only
one that knew what happened. Until supper that night,
when, I was asked if it was the same hog, that made
me she*t my britches!!! Seems someone… came along
after, I left, put two and two together and made a
guess!!! (My son got me to post his favorite hunting
story!)
archer393, Everett, Pennsylvania
March 20th, 2006, 8:11 P. M.
Several years’ back, some friends and I were hunting
pigs at another friends hunting preserve. Well we all
showed up the evening before and got our things
unpacked and settled in. My buddy brought along a big
ole' kettle of venison chili. We all packed in quite a bit
of chili with homemade tortillas and beer! Lemme’ tell
ya'll something; next time he brings it…I’m leaving! The
air was so thick and foul that by 11 o’clock! A fly couldn’
t take wing in it. The next morning broke with a
beautiful day. I took stand along a swamp in a bunch of
blow downs. I sat there for about two hours when I
started to get a bit uncomfortable, my guts commenced
to churn and gurgle. Before I knew it I was doing that
tight-legged shuffle. I went a suitable distance from my
stand, until I couldn’t shuffle - NO more! Being a careful
person, I took long hard check of the immediate area,
nothing around anywhere, so I proceeded to get my self
in a compromising position. From the other side of the
big red oak, I had chosen, I heard a noise! So, I stood
up, looked around, saw nothing and continued on. I
had just gotten comfortable, when, I caught movement
outta the corner of my eye. I turned, and there stood the
biggest, meanest looking, cross-eyed hog, you’d ever
did see! Lemme ask ya'll something. Ever try to squat
jump over something about three feet off the ground
with something wrapped around your ankles? Well,
there I was on the ground, tangled up in my britches,
with a bloody nose, trying to knock an arrow, and find
the hog with tears in my eyes! The damn hog just stood
there gawking at me - I swear he was smiling!!! So I let
my arrow fly! I found out the arrow, I picked was a wee
bit warped from an attempted flight over a dead tree,
that went somewhere other than the hog! The last, I
saw that hog, it did an about face, gave his tail a bit of
a wiggle, and headed for parts unknown. So I gathered
my wits back together and found where the aborted
flight landed. I sneaked, my defeated self, back to the
lodge, used the washing machine and headed back out
to my stand before anyone was the wiser. Now, I did kill
a nice hog that afternoon! But I thought, I was the only
one that knew what happened. Until supper that night,
when, I was asked if it was the same hog, that made
me she*t my britches!!! Seems someone… came along
after, I left, put two and two together and made a
guess!!! (My son got me to post his favorite hunting
story!)
Michigan Night Hunting
Dog Killer
I went out this morning at daylight. It was misting rain, so
I knew it would be a GREAT DAY! That is if we hadn't
been “BUSTED.” Less than a hundreds yards from the
truck! STRIKE 1!
We split up and my buddy went to the other side of the
woods with his bow looking for Deer and I set up to call
Yotes. I saw one working the edge of the woods, but he
went towards my buddy. STRIKE 2!
My buddy called me back after 20 minutes and said the
Yote went pass him [too far away,] turned and headed
back to the woods. So, I hurried through the woods and
looked out into the field. Here it came…. Along the
edge…. right at me! 30 YARDS and CLOSING! I thought, I
had the scope cover OFF but, the FRONT CAP was STILL
ON...
Dog Killer
I went out this morning at daylight. It was misting rain, so
I knew it would be a GREAT DAY! That is if we hadn't
been “BUSTED.” Less than a hundreds yards from the
truck! STRIKE 1!
We split up and my buddy went to the other side of the
woods with his bow looking for Deer and I set up to call
Yotes. I saw one working the edge of the woods, but he
went towards my buddy. STRIKE 2!
My buddy called me back after 20 minutes and said the
Yote went pass him [too far away,] turned and headed
back to the woods. So, I hurried through the woods and
looked out into the field. Here it came…. Along the
edge…. right at me! 30 YARDS and CLOSING! I thought, I
had the scope cover OFF but, the FRONT CAP was STILL
ON...
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