1986. I was 6. Only gun that fit me was a crack barrel .410 my dad had bought from a fella so I could squirrel hunt. I remember him and my grandfather sawing off a solid 2 inches of the stock so I could hold it. Then they put some tape on the end so the stock wouldn't cut me, and hung the piece they cut off on a nail so they could screw it back together later when I grew. Sitting on a wooden ladder stand in pop's lap a doe came to eat out of a pvc pipe feeder. Put a slug through her lungs from 30 yrds with some precision aiming using just the bead on the barrel. She ran about 50 yards and piled up. Those men paraded me all around the country showing people what that boy had killed. Polaroids of it were still on mawmaw's wall when the house was torn down about 10 years ago. One of the few things I kept from it.

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Posted by unclejhim

Folsom, La.

Member since Nov 2011

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Posted on 12/16/20 at 1:36 pm to Ol boy

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I would give anything to make another hunt with my uncle an pawpaw again.

Wouldn't we all...

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Posted by TwoFace

Member since Mar 2018

1298 posts

Posted on 12/16/20 at 1:49 pm to baldona

Like I said, it was my first deer. Since then I've probably killed 50+.... all but a small few of those have been with my bow. Can't accidentally shoot one with a bow .

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Posted by Bawcephus

Member since Jul 2018

2747 posts

Posted on 12/16/20 at 3:07 pm to NatalbanyTigerFan

First deer I shot AT is probably the better story.

Neighbor's dad brought me to his place and we sit in a box stand.

A spike comes out at maybe a hundred yards and he gives me the green light.

POW.

Deer just stands there.

I get instructions to shoot again.

POW.

POW.

POW.

Deer is now thoroughly confused, but still standing there.

Me: I'm hitting him every time!

Neighbor: Then keep shooting!

POW.

POW.

Deer decides enough is enough and WALKS off.

At this time, they still used walkie talkies for most communication, and the old grandpa, who was hunting nearby, comes over hollering:

WHAT THE HELL ARE YALL DOING, THERE AIN'T A TREE LEFT STANDING OVER HERE!

My ears rang for days, but we still laugh about that 20 years later.

First deer I killed was with the same guy a month later.

In a ground box stand that time and weren't seeing anything. A doe starts crossing the lane not five minutes after he got done talking loudly on his cell phone about how we weren't seeing shite.

I squeeze off a round and she runs into the woods. He tells me he's gonna go look and see if there's blood.

A few minutes of tense waiting later and he motions me to come see.

Looks serious as shite and says "you missed". I could have died. He then breaks into a smile and says "I'm kidding" and shows me the pink blood sprayed on a tree.

I could have jumped over the moon and smiled till my face hurt when we found that doe only 15 yards away.

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Posted by ecb

Member since Jul 2010

10150 posts

Posted on 12/16/20 at 4:39 pm to NatalbanyTigerFan

Mine was stolen by a big foot unfortunately

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Posted by cubsfinger

On The Road

Member since Mar 2017

1854 posts

Posted on 12/16/20 at 5:56 pm to NatalbanyTigerFan

Ralph, Alabama I was about 16 years old. Had previously shot and missed a few deer before this hunt. Well that morning my uncle told me that his distant neighbor was raise hybrid wolves and some got out. Told me to shoot them if I see them. I didn’t see anything that morning so I made it back to the house and ate some red beans before walking back to the ridge. Halfway up the ridge I have intense bubble guts! I found a spring that popped out the side of a hill and had washed out a root that went across the stream. So I decided to poop while sitting on that root. Buried my poop and minus one long sock later, I made it to the top of the ridge and as sitting on a bucket against a tree. It was freezing that afternoon and all of sudden I heard something on the bottom of the ridge, then it started coming right at me as it came up the ridge. Turns out it was my aunts small dog... muzzle covered in my poop. I was like what the hell.. took some leaves and cleaned him up. He was sittting at my feet for about a hour shivering. So I finally pick him up and put him inside my jacket. Few mins later, I see one of the hybrid wolves 40 yards from me. I stood up to brace the 30-30 against my shoulder and I broke a stick. When I did that, the wolf took off, there was actually a 2nd one with it behind the tree that I did not see until they took off. So I was curious what the wolves were eating so I walked the ridge and once I got to that spot, a huge doe pops out of the thicket 10 yards from me. She was jumped by the wolves and I just fired one off and dropped her. I started dragging her up and down two ridges and once I made it to the house after dark, my Dad was there waiting for me. I was about to die from dragging so he went to grab a leg with me to drag it to the barn to skin out. My Pops is a big guy and went to start dragging and the deer didn’t move. He turned around and said that is a big SOB. Turns out she was 170lb. Great memories and hopefully will be making more next season on my own place with my Pops.

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