Your first buck

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  1. shortmag

    shortmag New Member

    Feb 22, 2006
    You Never Forget Your First Deer Hunt


    By Herb Boldt

    Associated Press

    There isn't a hunter alive who doesn't remember his first deer hunt.

    Even more so, there isn't a hunter who doesn't remember the first deer he hoisted onto a car fender or stowed away in the trunk or the back of a truck.

    I still remember my excitement when I took my first deer shortly after coming home from the U.S. Marine Corps in the '40s. While it was a spikehorn, it was a heavy deer, and the memory of that hunt comes back to me every time I hunt.

    In this case, I'm not writing about myself, but River Peludat, 14, who scored an eight-point last week on his first day of deer hunting.

    Let me tell it like it was.

    I was backing my truck out of the driveway when I saw a truck stop and block my way to the street. As I was getting out of the truck, I saw a friend emerge from the vehicle and wave to me.

    "Wait 'til you see this," he called and pointed to the eight-point on the bed of the truck.

    When I got to his truck, my remark was that it was a little early for deer hunting.

    "Relax," Bill Ryan Jr. said. "My stepson took him this morning — with one shot. He got a permit for the early juvenile season."

    The smile on his face was as wide as the mouth on a Halloween pumpkin, but it was no match for the grin on the face of the 14-year-old hunter when he stuck his head out of the truck window a second or two later.

    There was no doubt that it was a really nice buck. I thought it was worth a column and arranged to talk to the pair later because they were on their way to show it to the family.

    The excitement still had a hold on River the next day when the pair came to the house to talk about the hunt.

    "I missed my first shot," River said. "It was bigger than the one I got."

    I told him to start at the beginning.

    River said his stepfather took him to get his license and picked out a spot where he has hunted for several years.

    "We were sitting on the ground when four deer came into a clearing in front of us," he began. "One was a really big deer — bigger than the one I got — and I watched it for a long time. It got to about 150 yards when it stopped and looked at us."

    He said he looked at Ryan for instructions and waited until he let him know it was OK to shoot.

    "I was shaking a little when I squeezed the trigger. The deer jumped and ran back along the way it had been walking. The deer didn't look hurt, and I thought, `There goes the deer.'"

    Ryan had his arm on his shoulder to keep him still, and a few minutes later a second deer came along the same path as the first.

    "Take him," Ryan whispered.

    River said he waited until the deer stopped and looked around.

    "I really squeezed this time," River said. "And when I shot, I saw the deer jump and fall to the ground. That's when I felt a slap on the back."

    They were both excited while they field-dressed the deer and dragged it back to the truck. They were still excited when they got to my house.

    They were on the way to show Grandpa Ryan the deer and weren't going to stop until they spotted me getting into my truck.

    It was a great day for me watching the excitement of a youngster with his first deer. I wasn't surprised when they told me the next day they had dropped the head off at the taxidermist.

    I'm glad they stopped, and I could see the excitement on River's face. It was the same grin and agitation when my second son (and only deer hunter) got his first deer.

    No doubt a new hunter is born...........
    I found this article on the net and it made me think how
    It never gets old taking about your first buck kill. Let me hear your story. I would love it.:cool:
  2. Cherokee

    Cherokee Active Member

    Feb 5, 2005
    1990, it was warm something like 75 degrees. I did everything wrong that morning. I didn't get out until 9:30. I was dead sure no deer would come by. I took a shower that morning with Coast soap, had on a white tee shirt under my orange vest, blue jeans and an orange cap. I was sitting on top of a hill next to a rotten log. I had a cigarette in my face, I had only been sitting for 10 minutes when this large deer appeared out of nowhere. I shot him at 65 yards with my old Mossberg bolt action 12 ga. I shot twice and then waited. He turned and limped back toward the direction from where he came. I sat for about 15 minutes waiting for him to expire, when all of the sudden another buck appeared. That buck was a true monster, 16 points. The one I shot was 11 points and field dressed 215 lbs. It was the biggest deer to come into Tune's locker in Centralia for processing that year.
    I'll never forget how hard my heart pounded when I pulled the trigger or how much I had regretted not waiting for the other deer. Hind sight is always 20/20. I still think about all of the scent I had spread and still got a deer, simply dumb luck.

  3. Chase635

    Chase635 New Member

    Feb 16, 2005
    Mine first buck I was doing close to 60 MPH when he ran into the road in front of the car as I was heading to deer camp he was a little 6 pointer 1 1/2 good thing i was driving my 77 cutlas and it only dented the bumbper
  4. buckbuster14

    buckbuster14 New Member

    Feb 8, 2006
    Moberly, Missouri
    I got my first deer in 2003. My dad and me were below our house and the next thing i know there was a little 7 pointer standing there. I made a perfect shot and he dropped 50 yards away. Best day of my life.
  5. Bricky

    Bricky Active Member

    Jul 11, 2003
    Bonne Terre Mo.
    i started deer hunting in 73 and missed a few does but never even seen a buck untill 86 when i shot a 4 point
    wow what a thrill and a disapointment at the same time.
    see all those years i had hunted with my dad and never took a deer and in 86 his health kept him from going so i whent with some budys and got my first deer , but with out old dad
    there to share the fun.
  6. deerslayer75

    deerslayer75 Active Member

    Jan 26, 2006
    Liberty, Missouri
    my first back was a small basket 6. took me 3 years to kill a buck. been hunting since 2001. killed 3 other bucks since then. 2 8's, 1 9 score-137 2/8.
  7. mrmurph

    mrmurph Well-Known Member

    Aug 15, 2005
    NW Missouri
    My first buck was a small 8 point. I remember like it was yesterday, kind of a misty rain falling all day. I was hunting on the ground, setting on a terrace in the middle of some switch grass watching over some bottom ground and like magic there he was. I made a 80 yard shot with the old .243 and watched him fall.

    Awesome is all I can say about that experience and most others I have enjoyed as the years pass by...
  8. Cburrows_tx

    Cburrows_tx New Member

    Nov 24, 2004
    Lamar Co. Texas
    2004 was my first buck kill. It was the best day I could have has! I had my daughter and my nephew with me in the stand. They were watching turkeys through the bions. After about an hour and a half I saw a doe and told them to watch for her. Then saw him behind the brush. The kids were about to burst trying to stay quiet! The doe ran right down in front of the stand and he followed. I took a couple quick counts of points, and fired.

    Having both of the kids with me the first time they saw that in the woods was a great experience for me and them! I was so very thrilled!
  9. Big John

    Big John Active Member

    Oct 24, 2003
    Well I don't know if I would call it a hunt, I was at my uncles farm in November 1982 I was just out of the Army. My uncle had a pest permit so shooting jusst about anything that ate his crops was legal, I had my remington 700 in .270 with a leupold straight 10 power scope. We (myself, uncle, 2 cousins and I guy named Richard a friend of my uncle) were just walking along when I spotted what looked like a deer on a side of a hill about 400+ yds out, I grabbed my glasses and looked and sure enough it was a nice buck. This is where it don't become a hunt I tell my uncle I think I can take the buck and Dick says" there ain't no f***ing way". Now my uncle knew I spent the last year of my hitch going to the range every day with my .270 getting in some practice for my non military career says to Dick I would be like that if I were you. Dick kept saying the quoted parts again so finally I said I will bet you $100 I can take that deer, challenge made and excepted. I walked over to a tree which was laying on the ground got setup relaxed took a couple of deep breaths put the crosshairs on a rock just above the deers head and let one go the deer dropped like a sack of wet cement, my Uncle yelled that was one hell of a f***ing shot kid . We walked 400 paces to the base of the hill and up to where the buck had fallen. I would have been proud to put his head on a wall but for one big problem, the bullet went in under the deers left jaw bone and blew the rack off on the right side. All the way back to the barn Richard kept saying There ain't no f***ing way. Oh and yes he paid up when we got to the barn.
  10. The first buck I ever killed was with my bow. It was the 15th of february. I had been putting the sneek on to some turks out in this cut corn field. I was sneeking up out of the creek and this little basket rack 6 pointer was standing there not 25 yrds away. I let lose an arrow and it found it mark fifity yrds later he piled up. I can still picture that day in my head very vividly the year was 1994.
  11. hunter7x

    hunter7x New Member

    Oct 22, 2002
    My first was when I was 19. It was with a Hoyt Easton Rambo, game getter arrows and Magmum broadheads. 12 yard shot 10 pointer that field dressed 220. I had been hunting for 3 years before I killed him. Shot him out of a 12' ladder stand the first week of November. I was using Kolpin buck lure.

    Man that sounded like a commercial !! LOL

    had on my fruit of the looms with my trusty hanes socks and my levi's under my treebark camo just as he stepped out of the thicket I pivoted on my trusty timberland boots...sorry lol I'm in a mood:D
  12. shortmag

    shortmag New Member

    Feb 22, 2006
    Hey! Is that a fence in the background?:eek:

  13. hunter7x

    hunter7x New Member

    Oct 22, 2002
    oooohhh those are fightn words !! :D
    I expected a comment about the smart arse cocky look on my face, but not that kind of a comment ! And from a fellow Hoosier even....

    That is the back wall and famed alley of...Alley bait and tackle in Kokomo.
  14. callaojoe

    callaojoe Máistir an pointe hocht.

    Jan 21, 2004
    N/C Missouri
    Guess that's just the way them fellars hunt in Indiana.....:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::bangin::bangin:

    Personally, it wasn't the fence that I was wonderin about, it was ALL THE HAIR..... Were did it go?:moon:

    Nice buck Steve.
  15. hunter7x

    hunter7x New Member

    Oct 22, 2002
    Shortmag see what you started ?!?

    Callaojoe I can still grow hair I just chose not to. If fact I told my boys this weekend I was due for a look change and was going to the pony tail & bearded look next. They didn't like it.
  16. callaojoe

    callaojoe Máistir an pointe hocht.

    Jan 21, 2004
    N/C Missouri
    Just bustin your chops a bit. Your friends keep makin it too easy.:rotfl:
  17. hunter7x

    hunter7x New Member

    Oct 22, 2002

    No problems Callaojoe I deserve every bit of whatever I receive on here ! :eek:
  18. MTRaised

    MTRaised New Member

    Oct 6, 2005
    Grain Valley
    My first was in 1986. We had just got to the ranch and the sun was up enough to shoot. We hadn't made it 100 yards past the gate when a 2 point mule (western count) stood about 50 yards from the road. I got out and shot him with a remington 22-250. First buck I had ever seen and shot him.

    If I remember right everybody else got 4x4's and 5x5's. First lesson i ever learned: PATIENCE:sniper:
  19. Bear

    Bear New Member

    Jan 2, 2005
    My first buck was killed in Iron Co. Mo in 1956, I can still show you the exact spot I was setting. I shot it with my uncles old 340 savage 30-30 with a win silver tip the shot was facing me and the bullet went through and out the ham. A fellow came by to help me, I didn't know him but he was a cousin. As I ran back to the farm another guy yelled at me and I said I was looking for uncle Bud, it was uncle Bud ! No trucks or 4 wheeler s then . Uncle got a mule to pack it out. Nice 8 pt about 160 lbs according to uncle Bud who butchered him. I was hunting on National forest land which joined the farm. Near Bixby, Mo.
  20. WhiteTailer

    WhiteTailer Active Member

    Apr 20, 2005
    My first was a 6x5 bull elk