I just posted this on another thread but thought it was so funny I had to share it lol 6 years ago a Small button buck got hit by a car near my house so I called the local pd but they didnt wanna discharbe there fire arm because its a busy intersection so I told them to cut its throat. The cop said he would stab it in the heart and when he did this thingnlet out a death scream from hell and scared the crap out of this cop to the point he fell from back peddling! Funniest thing ive ever seen in my life. Now when I see him down the kids football or baseball field I always yell merrrrrrrrrrrrrr it always gets him laughing lol and last your my buddy calls me and ask me to take his 23 yr old brother out for his first bowhunt since he broke his collar bone ridinf a 4 wheeler so I say no problem. Next morning I get him set us up in my prime doe area and he sticks his first doe at 15 yrd with a heart shot. So get down and find her and he gets to work so I call his brother and say he got one and as im telling him hes cursing up and down at this deer that he cant get this butt out. Thing to work so I walk over and hes doing what I think is totally illegal in all 50 states!!! I never laughed so hard in my life becauae he was so mad and nauseous after I told him he was using it in the wrong area for 15 mins and that the reason the butt didnt come out hahahahhaha we brake this guys stones everytime we see him.lol
A doe was hit by a car but still alive. The female game warden came along to finish the deer off. Stood over the deer, shot her pistol and missed the dang deer.
We had one hit just outside of town last year . Everyone was complaining about this doe raising her head and watching them drive by and when I finally heard about it , I called the conservation agent and told him I was going to shoot it . Anyway when I went to shoot her from 10' away , she moved and I missed . had to fire a second shot , kind of embarrassing with all the traffic going by
Years ago my dad took my brother and me hunting on a piece of property my family owned. It was a small food plot way off in a corner of the farm surrounded by dense woods on 3 sides, with an old barn on the 4th. It couldn't have been more than 50 yards long. One of my uncles managed this little spot for the most part, and during the off seasons, he would set up in the hay loft overlooking this little field, and shoot at a 3D target he kept in one of the stalls. When my dad took us hunting, we always headed out the day before. We'd set up camp that night, and be ready to hunt when the sun came up. On this trip, we slept up in the hay loft, with the intention of setting up just inside the bale door where my uncle always did. The next morning, my brother and I were woken up by my dad shaking us and whispering to be quiet so we wouldn't spook the monster buck that was out toward the far end of the field. We snuck over to the bale door, as quietly as possible to get a look. It was still early in the morning, and the sun was coming up behind the trees directly in front of us. The field was still mostly shadowed, and the sun coming through the trees caused a glare that made it even more difficult to adjust to the changing light. Still, we could see that buck down at the far end. My brother and I both told dad we didn't think we could get a good hit at that distance, so it was his deer. He brought his old Bear recurve up, lined up his shot, and released. That buck didn't even flinch. Dad couldn't tell where the shot went, but he was sure he missed. Considering the buck never moved, he assumed he missed by quite a bit. So, he nocks another arrow, draws back, and missed again. This time, he was sure it went way high, but that buck still hadn't moved, and he nocked a third arrow. Again, a swing and a miss. I have no doubt my dad would have kept shooting and sent every arrow we had after that buck, but at this point, my brother and I were laughing so hard we were both in tears, and couldn't breathe. Finally, after a few minutes of my dad looking more and more pissed at how much noise we were making, we managed to control ourselves enough to take him down to the end of the field. All 3 of his shots were dead center in the vitals of that 3D target. My brother and I snuck down after dad fell asleep, and stuck it just far enough that he couldn't tell it was fake. To this day, my dad's nickname in the deer camp is Rubber Bucky. Sent from my HTCEVOV4G using Tapatalk 2
I've been at this long enough that I've got a few , now if I can just remember them all I was sitting in my stand 2 years ago and watched a pretty nice 10 point try to scent check every doe in the field . There was 18 - 20 doe out there and every time he'd get to chasing 1 they'd all run in circles . He was pretty persistent and stayed at it for 30 minutes or so before deciding to just give up . I kept hopping that he'd run a doe under me but he finally gave up . As he was leaving he started turning circles , it looked like he wasn't sure if he should go back and try again or not . He finally exited the south end of the field and a small 8 pointer came out to take his turn scent checking all the doe . This time it worked to perfection , he'd ran 3 doe right up to 15 yards . I smoked the closest one and watched her run 40 yards before she dropped . When I looked back at the rest of the deer this is what I'd seen . First pic is 10 pointer that left .
