The day you took your first buck / first big buck / biggest buck etc....... What was the first thing you did?
I hunted my first 3 years without killing a deer. I probably saw less than 2-3 deer during that timeframe. Then by the luck of God I was invited up to hunt with a buddy of mine in a target rich environment. As the sun was rising I killed a small 3 point buck. MAN I was on cloud nine. Then later that same day I killed a small 5 point buck as the sun was setting. I drove home the hour and a half that night with a grin ear to ear. I will NEVER forget that day.
Tagged it. Took a couple pictures then hiked back up out of the ravines to get help dragging it out. Came back, gutted it, dragged to where we could get it to a 4 wheeler, got it back, took a couple more pictures, skinned and quartered it. Went back out hunting that afternoon.
The day you took your first buck Called my dad from my cell phone and asked how the hell to field dress it first big buck Called my homies and told them to meet me at the check in station. biggest buck etc....... Called my homies, loaded it by myself and then drove around for hours showing my friends and checking it in.
First big buck, I called my dad and he said come off the hill we had to go to a dinner.......and at dinner it set in a hard hard rain....all in all it was a long night but I ended up with my best buck!!!
No excitment, no emotion at all? You climbed down straight faced walked over to it grabbed it by the antlers and that was that? I would have hung up my gear right than if that was the case for me.
First Buck I ran(sprinted) 3 miles to get my Grandfatehr First Big Buck I sprinted in to the house to Call my Grandfather Biggest Buck, called Jeff and counted to 16 Last Big Buck I drove out to my Grandfathers to show him, After talking to Rob There seems to be a pattern here
This was 1996, pre cell phone days for me. And my first buck was a big buck. Climbed down found my arrow and followed the blood trail to my buck. Field dressed it, got my 4 wheeler and tried to load the 240 pound beast by myself. Went and got a neighbor for help loading. (Those dead deer don't help much) Finally got him loaded on my truck, checked him in at the check station and then drove around and showed him to everyone I knew and told the story to everyone who would listen. Then I had to take my wife out for her Birthday Dinner. I shot him on her Birthday, but I got the present that year.
You asked about the first thing. I told you. First buck, I got a little excited when I found it (not when I killed it). It was also my 1st deer. Took some recovery photos and loaded him up. Biggest buck. Yeah. I got excited. I watched him go down, after hunting him for 3 seasons. Good times. I had him skinned, quartered and at my taxi (45min away) in time to be at work before lunch.
Bow kill? I'll let you know. Gun? Hung it up at camp and stared at it while re-telling the story 47 times over about 8 beers. Then went to the bar and drank till my head caved in. :D
1.) I let him walk at 10 yards. Should've took him... 2.) He was 50 yards away 3.) He was in some nasty thick cover at 60 yards I haven't had that experience yet. I can't wait when it happens!
I ran to my step dads stand as fast as my 13 year old legs could take me. But when I got there I noticed it was empty so I had to sprint back to the house where I found him drinking coffee because he decided not to sit in the rain. It took me a while to calm down enough to tell him. Once I did we hopped on the four wheeler and made the recovery. Oh yea...the recovery was made after we chased off 2 guys trying to steal it.
First-I shot a doe and then waited 15 minutes to get down due to watching her fall. 15 minutes to the T I saw a few more does coming so I drew back on one and then heard something to my left and it was my first ever buck. It was a small 5 pointer and I shot him. He fell about 30 yards from my stand. I started shaking really bad and could not even climb down nor stand up. He is on the wall. Here he is! Biggest-I shot him in the spine and he fell on the spot. I put a second arrow in his lungs and then went to call the wife to bring out the camera. I called her and her and my daughter came out. We went to get the 10 point buck and he was in the creek. I grabbed him and the next thing I know he was trying to gore me with his antlers. His front feet worked and boy was he ever strong! After a few minutes of wrestling him I moved the arrow in the lungs and he then gave up. While field dressing him I hit both lungs with the second shot so not sure what happened with him not giving up. The only thing I can think of is that the water acted like a skin on his lung to seal it. The wife took pictures as I was wrestling the buck and then said "Now I know you are a REDNECK FOR REAL"! Here is my big boy! He is still my biggest deer to date and I shot him in 2004!
I was 14 when I killed my first buck. Was all jacked up, ran back to the cabin and called my girlfriend and told her I wasn't going to be back for the Homecoming dance. Then went out with my brothers and dad and tracked it. Killer times.
I started drinking beer with the insistence of my dad's friends. I was 12.......I wish I could say it was my first time for that, but it wasn't.
