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Memory as a kid involving a hunting kill?

I can remember mine. Guessing 5/6 years old.
Vagley remember the why/ hows but.. my uncle n i, we were driving down a gravel road and I spotted a Fox Squirrel in a telephone pole, I told him, he backed up and shot it (think with a .22lr).
I was TOTALLY excited untill we retrieved it and remember sitting of the back seat of the car holding that Squirrel.
I vividly remember petting it fur, touching its eyes. I felt super elated but sad at the same time.

First deer kill experience was, maybe about that same year?
Dad, his friend Jake and I were cruising around (don't remember where.
We seen a deer run into a Grove of trees. Dad told me to walk that Grove while he n Jake went and sat on the other end.
Don't recall much other then, while walking, I had to jump over a big downed tree. Half way over the log, I seen this (1000lb) buck laying in it bed staring at me at like 10'!.
It was real cold and I can remember being petrified seeing his breath cloud. I was froze in fear!
He jumped up n took off running full bore.
I took off running full bore in the direction I though Dad was.
Didn't know it at the time but I ran through the nastiest patch of Burrdock God ever created.
When I got to where Dad was, I was totally spent!. I could barely move as my clothing was glued together by Burrdock.

My head/ hair was a total mess from them. Like 100% covered.

Mom chewed Dad's ass when we got home and she rubbed peanut butter in my hair to comb my hair to get the burrs out. I remember telling Dad, " I Would Never Go Hunting Again".
Lol.

What kind of stories do you fellas remember ?
 
Pretty sure it was a chipmunk succumbing to the powerful daisy red rider.

First bow kill, I was 19. Hunting with a friend in Michigan. I had an old hand me down fiberglass darton. About a 1980 model or older early compound. Probably 50 lb draw max. I climbed into an apple tree not very high and with minimal cover. Just stood on branches for the evening but a doe and fawn wandered by and the fawn gave me a shot. Smallest deer I ever took but I was just as elated as any big buck I've taken since.
 
My first hunt was at 12 years old in 1967 with a single shot 410 bolt action shotgun with a slug. My father took my brother and I back to the mountain north of us for the 1st day of the PA gun season. As it started to get light a heard of deer came down off the mountain 30 yards in front of my dad and I while my older brother sat on the bench below us. As the heard of doe passed my dad and I spotted a big buck mixed in with them I waited for a clear shot but the only shot I had was his hind quarters which I was told to avoid. My dad whispered shoot, I responded "you shoot", he wasn't aware I didn't have a good shot opportunity. About that time the lead doe went over the bench and spotted my brother, and it was game over. It sounds like a war down below us. Turns out someone shot the beautiful 10-point trophy. My dad told everyone I had buck fever, but I did not. I told him then the I only had a shot at the hindquarter, but he still told everyone I had buck fever, I wasn't laughing.
 
203ntyp said:
My first hunt was at 12 years old in 1967 with a single shot 410 bolt action shotgun with a slug. My father took my brother and I back to the mountain north of us for the 1st day of the PA gun season. As it started to get light a heard of deer came down off the mountain 30 yards in front of my dad and I while my older brother sat on the bench below us. As the heard of doe passed my dad and I spotted a big buck mixed in with them I waited for a clear shot but the only shot I had was his hind quarters which I was told to avoid. My dad whispered shoot, I responded "you shoot", he wasn't aware I didn't have a good shot opportunity. About that time the lead doe went over the bench and spotted my brother, and it was game over. It sounds like a war down below us. Turns out someone shot the beautiful 10-point trophy. My dad told everyone I had buck fever, but I did not. I told him then the I only had a shot at the hindquarter, but he still told everyone I had buck fever, I wasn't laughing.
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Back when parents weren't soft
 
Bucksnbears said:
Memory as a kid involving a hunting kill?

I can remember mine. Guessing 5/6 years old.
Vagley remember the why/ hows but.. my uncle n i, we were driving down a gravel road and I spotted a Fox Squirrel in a telephone pole, I told him, he backed up and shot it (think with a .22lr).
I was TOTALLY excited untill we retrieved it and remember sitting of the back seat of the car holding that Squirrel.
I vividly remember petting it fur, touching its eyes. I felt super elated but sad at the same time.

First deer kill experience was, maybe about that same year?
Dad, his friend Jake and I were cruising around (don't remember where.
We seen a deer run into a Grove of trees. Dad told me to walk that Grove while he n Jake went and sat on the other end.
Don't recall much other then, while walking, I had to jump over a big downed tree. Half way over the log, I seen this (1000lb) buck laying in it bed staring at me at like 10'!.
It was real cold and I can remember being petrified seeing his breath cloud. I was froze in fear!
He jumped up n took off running full bore.
I took off running full bore in the direction I though Dad was.
Didn't know it at the time but I ran through the nastiest patch of Burrdock God ever created.
When I got to where Dad was, I was totally spent!. I could barely move as my clothing was glued together by Burrdock.

My head/ hair was a total mess from them. Like 100% covered.

Mom chewed Dad's ass when we got home and she rubbed peanut butter in my hair to comb my hair to get the burrs out. I remember telling Dad, " I Would Never Go Hunting Again".
Lol.

What kind of stories do you fellas remember ?
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Did they get the buck??? Lol!

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I for sure liked pheasant hunting as much or maybe more than deer for maybe 1-2 years. Didn’t take long for deer to move to #1 but they were pretty close!!! This was MI. But some spots we had actually were loaded with birds.
I was so nervous & unskilled at both it was crazy. I probably missed 25 pheasants easy!!!! Or even scrambling & not even getting a shot off. I tried and tried and tried…. Like 10-15 hunts with plenty of birds (YES - I’ll make clear again- I was an absolutely HORRIBLE HUNTER!!!!). Well- maybe “hunt #16” for pheasant comes around. I’m super ready. Super jacked & adrenaline like crazy. We jumped a bird right next to my feet in a big grassy ditch…. I was so fast on that gun I shot that bird at maybe 3’-8’ at most?????? Like “point blank” just about. (Actually about an impossible shot at that distance). Well…. I hit him right below the ring of his head. CLEAN cutting off of his head. With 3 witnesses we watched that bird hit the ground and bounce like a basketball for a bit while I picked his perfectly cut off head :). No meat damage & I swear it looked like a sword just cut it off. Being proud of my first bird - I brought the head & tail feathers to school!! Ha!!! ;). “FINALLY!!!!! After 50 million misses cause I was so nervous - I got one!!!!” It was all nerves + stupidity for me starting. Somehow I calmed myself after that & started becoming a really good shot. So, I think I was in like 7th or 8th grade when started. By 10th grade I was dropping those birds like crazy. Polar opposite. Almost same thing with deer….. complete nervous buck fever disaster to killer in maybe 2 seasons. I remember all this stuff like it was yesterday. Vivid. So fun!! Want more kids to have that experience.
*had a super cool teacher in maybe 8th grade. He was a big hunter too. I think I brought the pheasant head to show him. Older guy - awesome teacher!!! He even sold me a “reloading press” for shotgun shells (times have changed!!!! ;) ). So- I still remember listening to him tell me about “his trips pheasant hunting in IOWA!!!!!!” I would listen & be amazed at what he described and the photos he showed. “Someday, I’m gonna go to this paradise you call IOWA!!!!”
 
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Did they get the buck??? Lol!

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No. Was to scared/ stuck together to care. Lol.

Good stuff guys. :cool:
Gotta admit, once a caught the hunting bug, it was Balls to the Walls!

Not proud but not ashamed. I got a wrist rocket at about age 10. It was my LIFE!.
would walk the railroad track between Fargo/ Moorhead and shoot " whatever"
Pigeons were my specialty and shot (100s) many on the wing.
Would camp out for hours under the bridges shooting Pigeons.
Back when boys could be boys.:)


Bad topic or bad memories?

Come on fellas..., bring is some fun old time memories.
 
I was 12 years old I believe, Like any kid I was in "sports" but I can remember running home from football practice and my mother drove up behind me and said your Dad is taking you hunting tonight.
I remember falling in love with hunting on those nights with just Dad and I hunting public land during the youth season.
My first deer kill was a big doe at the age 12-13. At about 16 the sports started to fade away and a 17 I was full bore hunting every night of the bow season until it got Super cold. Those early years between the Bow and guns seasons I'd normally get 3-4 deer a year, at that time it was all about the kill.

At 29 years old, I still love the hunt. It has become less about the kill more about the hunt. I'm to the point it a big buck or bust. With my limited time Wacking another deer just to wack one doesnt do much for me. Now I have my own farm I enjoy putting in food plots and leaving some corn for the deer. I'm down to just hunting the gun season with family and time constraints.
 
When I was roughly 8 or 9, my dad took me muzzleloader hunting with him and I got to carry a single shot 410. After what seemed like hours and miles of walking with me falling repeatedly in the snow, I spotted a possum and shot it. We headed home and stopped at all my dad’s hunting buddies houses to show off my first kill…I was hooked!
 
My grandpa brought home a 200+ incher back when I was little. I remember sitting on it and always wanting one bigger. My dad never hunted, my stepdad wasn’t a hunter, and my grandpa wouldn’t take me… so the fire for wanting one bigger and a whole lot of self learning, I’m a bowhunting nut. The past few years I’ve barely gotten to hunt, but my daughters love watching the deer from the house and “shoot” them with their Finger guns- my hope is to give them every ounce of knowledge they would want for hunting (if they want it- won’t force it)
 
Got my first BB gun at 5, shot some sparrows with it.

Dad would take me and a friend to a clandestine dump at a gravel road intersection to shoot our .22's, shot a few rats while plinking at cans.

I don't remember my first "game" animal, bet it was a pheasant with a .410 at 13. Dad would take me pheasant hunting, but he didn't hunt anything else. Hunted squirrels with a classmate, which morphed into joining his family for shotgun deer season. That was a can of gas on my hunting fire. Ran traps with that classmate as well.
 
I just turned 60 and it seems like just a few years ago was shooting frogs with a BBgun.
Time sure is flying by!.

fun stuff.

Shot first deer at 7. A doe in a snowstorm. .410 slug to her head at very close range.
 
Had the cops bring me home several times. Got caught shooting purple Martin's out of back yards birdhouses. Yep, shame on me.:rolleyes:
Mom would scold me, I'd grab my slingshot and onto the next adventure. Lol.

Was about 9/10 years old when I got my first slingshot.
Was with my grandpa and we stopped in a small town hardware store.
I seen one for sale and begged n pleaded with Gramps to buy it for me.
He was very poor$$ and never wasted a penny but he bought it for me.
I remember the total joy.
I " think it was that same day, I'd picked up some rocks, me n gramps were by a boat landing on lake sakakawea ND. While driving, I spotted a flickertail gopher right off the road. Told gramps to stop n back up. He did, I rolled the window down, shot and flipped it over dead.
He was a man with controlled emotions but i remember clearly he freaked out and (proudy) dang near beat me up sitting next to him. Made him Very proud of me and told that story 100s of time until he died.
That first slingshot no doubt sparked a flame that still is burning 50 year later.
Love n miss ya Gramps.
 
I had a “Wrist rocket” slingshot and so did my best friend. We got into a fair amount of trouble with those.don’t think I ever killed anything with it. Used rocks, marbles and .44 lead round balls as ammo.

Hit a blackbird sitting on a power line throwing a rock but he opened his wings and flew off before hitting the ground. A rabbit in a farm implement lot on my walk home from downtown was not as lucky when I hit him in the head with a hand thrown rock. Went old school on him.
 
JNRBRONC said:
I had a “Wrist rocket” slingshot...
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Oh yeah, those things were AWESOME! Mine was the cool one with the 12" extension off the front. I had always wanted a bow and arrow set but dad wisely said 'oh HELL no".

One morning I was up early screwing around in the garage. I saw a 4 foot aluminum tent pole. I went about 75 yards away from the garage and launched the pole high from the wrist rocket, trying to land it center of the back yard. While the pole was mid flight, my dad walked around the corner of the garage coming towards me. He took two steps, maybe three, and the pole stuck in the dirt dead nuts between his feet. Yeah, that got taken away for LONG time.
 
Just looked Wrist Rocket to see if they still sell them and they do.

Here's the "legal" paragraph from their website:Wrist Rocket

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Some states, cities, or local ordinances restrict the use of slingshots, slingshot ammo, and slingshot supplies. These ordinances can change, so it is a good idea to check with local law enforcement. The following is a list, and it may not be complete, of the places where we currently cannot ship the SR-7 Wrist-Rocket slingshots: Delaware: (Dover & Wilmington) – Florida: (St. Augustine) – Georgia: (Athens-Clarke) – Illinois: (Evergreen Park) – New Jersey – New York: Only wrist-braced slingshots are illegal. – Massachusetts – Minnesota: (Duluth) – Missouri: (St. Louis) – Ohio: (Columbus) – Pennsylvania: (Philadelphia) – Rhode Island – South Carolina: (Charleston) – Tennessee: (Knoxville & Johnson City) – Utah: (Salt Lake County) – Virginia: (Falls Church) – Wisconsin: (Madison) – Australia
 
I believe I was 5 years old and I was with my Dad when he killed a doe during an urban bow hunt.

I'm pretty sure I was 6.5 when I killed my first squirrel. My Dad and grandpa were doing a late muzzy doe hunt and I brought the .22 with. Dad and I saaw a squirrel sitting on a branch about 6ft up and Dad said "put it at the base of his ear". And that I did.
 
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