anyone have gutting stories?
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i'm fairly new to cgn, bought a p-17 in 308 norma in august from a member back in august,he lives close to my home near selkirk. this is my first reply, or whatever, since typing with 1 finger takes a while,but can't resist.about 6 years ago a group of us were hunting whitetail in sw manitoba. my buddy, his dad, uncle and great uncle dead eye jonny 4 other young guys. my buddy got 1 in the morning took it back to the old farmyard to gut, we all gathered around the nice specimen to bs, give a hand if needed,the old guys gave most of the advice of course.he opened it up,did everything fine then came time to grab around windpipe and pull everything down & out. he used 2 hands to pull and squirt,filled his eyes & mouth with nice warm blood. he stood up spitting with eyes closed tightly while i rolled on the ground laughing for a couple minutes. old jonny was running around franticly looing for a rag or something for his beloved grandnephew. this just added fire to my laughter.i don't get out every year with the boys since i'm the only one with kids. my buddy said i must come out the next year cause i'm the only one who would laugh at him for 5 minutes while he stood there helpless mouth and eyes full of blood, i've only been back once since but memories are forever,good times.
dean
dean
Not a gut story per se but kind of funny anyway.
I was driving my little bro to a hockey turnament in North Bay when I was 18. The coach required the kids to wear a shirt and tie to all away games so my brother was in the usual white dress shirt and tie and me being team manager was dressed up as well.
A car two car links up tagged a huge buck and we stopped to help. It was a family with small kids so my brother drove the wife and kids to a hotel up the road to call the police as their car was totalled.
The problem was the dear wasn't dead and was in a lot of pain. The only knife I had was this little Swiss army knife so trying to cut the artery in the neck was pretty messy. I had blood all down the front of my dress shirt and grey slacks.
You should have seen the girls face when I showed up at the hotel to check in.
I was driving my little bro to a hockey turnament in North Bay when I was 18. The coach required the kids to wear a shirt and tie to all away games so my brother was in the usual white dress shirt and tie and me being team manager was dressed up as well.
A car two car links up tagged a huge buck and we stopped to help. It was a family with small kids so my brother drove the wife and kids to a hotel up the road to call the police as their car was totalled.
The problem was the dear wasn't dead and was in a lot of pain. The only knife I had was this little Swiss army knife so trying to cut the artery in the neck was pretty messy. I had blood all down the front of my dress shirt and grey slacks.
You should have seen the girls face when I showed up at the hotel to check in.
Not so much a gutting story,but a story about guts.
One lazy Alberta day,myself,Huntsman and another of our friends,decide to play "Natural selection squad" on the local dirt pig population.After we all had a couple kills under our belt,we RV back at our buddy's truck for cold ones and a smoke.
At this point in time,Huntsman produces his 12 gauge,and we all blast off a couple shells.He then goes and picks up one of the dead dirt pigs, places him on a fence post nearby and tells me to go grab the camera.I comlpy,and with my camera in movie mode,begin to film.
Now if this is'nt Karma,I don't know what is.The instant Huntsman pulls the trigger,the wind changes direction,and myself and huntsman are sprayed in the face with red mist and bone chips.
I tell ya,being a parent of 2 boys and having to change nasty,nasty diapers,it did nothing to prepare me for the stench and nasty spray of a gopher being shot at close range with a 12 gauge.I've never retched so hard in my life.
For about a week after,my wife was wondering why all the pictures she took had brown spots on em..........
One lazy Alberta day,myself,Huntsman and another of our friends,decide to play "Natural selection squad" on the local dirt pig population.After we all had a couple kills under our belt,we RV back at our buddy's truck for cold ones and a smoke.
At this point in time,Huntsman produces his 12 gauge,and we all blast off a couple shells.He then goes and picks up one of the dead dirt pigs, places him on a fence post nearby and tells me to go grab the camera.I comlpy,and with my camera in movie mode,begin to film.
Now if this is'nt Karma,I don't know what is.The instant Huntsman pulls the trigger,the wind changes direction,and myself and huntsman are sprayed in the face with red mist and bone chips.
I tell ya,being a parent of 2 boys and having to change nasty,nasty diapers,it did nothing to prepare me for the stench and nasty spray of a gopher being shot at close range with a 12 gauge.I've never retched so hard in my life.
For about a week after,my wife was wondering why all the pictures she took had brown spots on em..........
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When I was back in high school, I was working for a guy that had just moved to our town in the spring. He was from out east, Toronto I think.
Anyway, he was determined to get into the country life and that fall he bought a .30-30 from Macleod's and kept it in his pickup. Around seven one night he wheels up to the back doors all excited with a whitetail that he shot on his way back from a measure. However, he has no idea what to do after that, so he tells me to take care of it and heads out to the bar. So I hoisted it up and gutted and skinned it.
With an Olfa knife (retractable utility knife).
In a store that is open to the public.
And he'd shot it aft of the ribs.
Jebus was it a mess. Not only that, but when he got back he was upset that I hadn't butchered it. And I later found out that he had neither a license or tags.
Anyway, he was determined to get into the country life and that fall he bought a .30-30 from Macleod's and kept it in his pickup. Around seven one night he wheels up to the back doors all excited with a whitetail that he shot on his way back from a measure. However, he has no idea what to do after that, so he tells me to take care of it and heads out to the bar. So I hoisted it up and gutted and skinned it.
With an Olfa knife (retractable utility knife).
In a store that is open to the public.
And he'd shot it aft of the ribs.
Jebus was it a mess. Not only that, but when he got back he was upset that I hadn't butchered it. And I later found out that he had neither a license or tags.
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- Hillbilly shack in the boonies
Night time ,I was at work elbow deep then, I said ''whats that smell?'' noticed my wife was burning my hair with the lantern, she was checking my work and not paying attention to where she had the lantern.
Hard to get good help
Frank
Hard to get good help
Frank
I don't have a problem with the smell of gutting a deer though I do find when you nick the stomach it tends to be pretty awful smelling. I have never gagged when it happens.
What I do find to be utterly unbearable is the smell that comes from sawing the legs off of a deer with a hacksaw. That burnt bone smell is just awful.
Camper
What I do find to be utterly unbearable is the smell that comes from sawing the legs off of a deer with a hacksaw. That burnt bone smell is just awful.
Camper
- Location
- Ft. Mac. Alberta
The muley I shot last fall stunk so bad that I had to soak my bandana in the Athabasca, before I could gut him.
He was really high up , near the top of the ridge, and when I dropped the pin on him he came down - STRAIGHT DOWN!!
He likely fell about 40 feet before he started to tumble even.
What wasn't busted by the bullet was busted by broken rifbs and such.
Wrestled the body to the edge of the river where I gutted it, then through a rope around his antlers and took him for a long swim before I headed for home.
The butcher shop said the swim probably saved the meat.
it is a very good tasting deer, BTW.
I wash them like that whenever possible
Cat
He was really high up , near the top of the ridge, and when I dropped the pin on him he came down - STRAIGHT DOWN!!
He likely fell about 40 feet before he started to tumble even.
What wasn't busted by the bullet was busted by broken rifbs and such.
Wrestled the body to the edge of the river where I gutted it, then through a rope around his antlers and took him for a long swim before I headed for home.
The butcher shop said the swim probably saved the meat.
it is a very good tasting deer, BTW.
I wash them like that whenever possible
Cat
