anyone have gutting stories?
- Thread starter fogducker
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I had to gut one for a guy once, it was already starting to bloat, and he was afraid of it!
this was told to me around the dinner table @ guide camp after the clients had gone to bed buy the Guide in the story. was a good day, I got 2 moose that day and he took this one. 3 moose is a long day....
Client and guide are driving to the far end of the territory along a logging road when the hunter shouts MOOSE!. truck is stoppend they get out a nd start to glass. a spike for bull is standing out in some short willows in a cutblock about 180yrds in. as our hunters on this trip were all meat hunters from Washington and were after any legal moose. easy for us
hunter shoots the moose twice behind the shoulder with his .270 and it falls down. at this the client and guide shake hands and the guide goes back to the truck to get his knives and "gut'n stuff". when he looks back at the block he sees the client (a hunter in his late 60's) bounding across the cutblock, jogging towards the moose. the moose isn;t totally dead at this point and is still rearing it;s head and kicking. the client dives on the moose, gets it in a head lock and slits it throat, getting a nice blood bath in the process. he then goes to work on the gutting. he slits the belly open and the guts drop out, but the stomach is large and distended and making things difficult. the Guide has arrived at the moose at this point, the client looks at him, mutters "better let some air out..." and before the guide can protest, drives his knive home, perferation the stomach and getting his lower half sprayed with green goo.
they eventually finnished dressing out the moose, but they smelled so bad all thier cloths had to go in the river over night
Client and guide are driving to the far end of the territory along a logging road when the hunter shouts MOOSE!. truck is stoppend they get out a nd start to glass. a spike for bull is standing out in some short willows in a cutblock about 180yrds in. as our hunters on this trip were all meat hunters from Washington and were after any legal moose. easy for us
hunter shoots the moose twice behind the shoulder with his .270 and it falls down. at this the client and guide shake hands and the guide goes back to the truck to get his knives and "gut'n stuff". when he looks back at the block he sees the client (a hunter in his late 60's) bounding across the cutblock, jogging towards the moose. the moose isn;t totally dead at this point and is still rearing it;s head and kicking. the client dives on the moose, gets it in a head lock and slits it throat, getting a nice blood bath in the process. he then goes to work on the gutting. he slits the belly open and the guts drop out, but the stomach is large and distended and making things difficult. the Guide has arrived at the moose at this point, the client looks at him, mutters "better let some air out..." and before the guide can protest, drives his knive home, perferation the stomach and getting his lower half sprayed with green goo.
they eventually finnished dressing out the moose, but they smelled so bad all thier cloths had to go in the river over night
I shot a whitetail up the ass last season, my buddy Barry who prides himself as being the biggest redneck this side of the woods was helping me skin it out. obviously the stomache was shot up and next thing I know Barry turns white and gags, well about a minute later he started pukeing, tough guy and all.
Totally appropriate dinner topic
That guide story was funny! Partly because I did almost the same stupid thing THIS year during the moose hunt. I was demonstrating to my younger diesel mechanic brother the basic field-dress stuff he should know when I pointed to the rumen with my knife and as I said "The last thing you want to do is puncture that..." Pfeeeeew!!! I stupidly touched the thing with my knife point (hey, it was dark) and a green guyser spouted between us. The innards were out at that point so the spooge didn't mess anything to badly except my rubber boots.
He was pretty impressed.
FM
That guide story was funny! Partly because I did almost the same stupid thing THIS year during the moose hunt. I was demonstrating to my younger diesel mechanic brother the basic field-dress stuff he should know when I pointed to the rumen with my knife and as I said "The last thing you want to do is puncture that..." Pfeeeeew!!! I stupidly touched the thing with my knife point (hey, it was dark) and a green guyser spouted between us. The innards were out at that point so the spooge didn't mess anything to badly except my rubber boots.
He was pretty impressed.
FM
I've had guys cut themself bad, puke they're guys out, pass out On the deer, you name it.
We got a guy that used to hunt with us that is as squeamish as they come.
He wont gut a deer, and I thought it was he was just lazy.
While holding the leg back a few years ago on a doe I shot, He got a bit woosy when I poked the guytbag, and passed out.
I nearly pissed my pants laughing.
Another time, I shot a doe and fawn, and my buddy wanted to learn how to gut a deer. so I told him I'd help him pull the fawn up to where the doe was, and he could follow me doing the doe.
Being a big guy, and the fawn wasnt all that big, he was determined to carry it himself. The deer hadnt seen a knife, and had been shot through the lungs by a 180 gr partition at close range. Needless to say there was a bit of blood still in it.
Paul decides he's going to throw this fawn over his shoulders. So after pleading with the guy for a minute, he was dead set he was going to do it himself. SO over his shoulders this fawn goes, and instantly, his ENTIRE jacket is red, and he's soaked in blood.
The entry and exit wounds turned into faucets on his jacket and pants.
He's a litle better at listening now
I shot a fawn this year, and it was my turn to teach my buddy Eli to gut.
He was back at camp when I shot the fawn, and was back in the bush within 5 minutes of me shooting the deer with his knife blazing to learn to gut.
I told him to give it a minute, because the deer was still twitching a bit, but NO.
So without making sure that the deer has quit wiggling, he reaches down and proceeds to start cutting out the ass. And... proceeded to get a hoof in the forehead.
The deer was dead, but still had the twitches. I was halfway through taking a sip of my water, and spit it all over him, I couldnt stop laughing.
We got a guy that used to hunt with us that is as squeamish as they come.
He wont gut a deer, and I thought it was he was just lazy.
While holding the leg back a few years ago on a doe I shot, He got a bit woosy when I poked the guytbag, and passed out.
I nearly pissed my pants laughing.
Another time, I shot a doe and fawn, and my buddy wanted to learn how to gut a deer. so I told him I'd help him pull the fawn up to where the doe was, and he could follow me doing the doe.
Being a big guy, and the fawn wasnt all that big, he was determined to carry it himself. The deer hadnt seen a knife, and had been shot through the lungs by a 180 gr partition at close range. Needless to say there was a bit of blood still in it.
Paul decides he's going to throw this fawn over his shoulders. So after pleading with the guy for a minute, he was dead set he was going to do it himself. SO over his shoulders this fawn goes, and instantly, his ENTIRE jacket is red, and he's soaked in blood.
The entry and exit wounds turned into faucets on his jacket and pants.
He's a litle better at listening now
I shot a fawn this year, and it was my turn to teach my buddy Eli to gut.
He was back at camp when I shot the fawn, and was back in the bush within 5 minutes of me shooting the deer with his knife blazing to learn to gut.
I told him to give it a minute, because the deer was still twitching a bit, but NO.
So without making sure that the deer has quit wiggling, he reaches down and proceeds to start cutting out the ass. And... proceeded to get a hoof in the forehead.
The deer was dead, but still had the twitches. I was halfway through taking a sip of my water, and spit it all over him, I couldnt stop laughing.
ILoveBigRacks
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I have yet to actually puke but have had a couple of coughing, bordering on retching, fits when dressing a deer that has been gut shot. That stink has to be one of the foulest things. I tell myself not to but as soon as the smell hits my nostrils, the reflexes take over 
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My old man and I shot a moose, wait for it to finally die, then start gutting it out, I'm thinking this whole thing is pretty cool, never seen an animal being gut out before, and I got my head right in there checking all the organs and whatnot out, my Dad decides to give the stomach a little kick with his boot just to move it out of the way, while I'm looking at it, thing explodes in my face, I got little bits of pine needles and leaves all over me.... no moose stir-fry that night...
ILoveBigRacks said:I have yet to actually puke but have had a couple of coughing, bordering on retching, fits when dressing a deer that has been gut shot. That stink has to be one of the foulest things. I tell myself not to but as soon as the smell hits my nostrils, the reflexes take over
I've never gutshot an animal, but I have this exact same reaction everytime I gut anything except fish. Even small birds. The smell makes me choke.
I still get 'er done though. I carry a small dust mask in my kit, problem solved!
That terrible smell
While I can sympathize with those reactions to the smell of rumen contents I have to say it's not as bad as the stink emanating from the typical burger joint. Think ahead while gutting and remember how good you've got it to be able to be doing this stuff and how good it's going to roast up later.
Maybe it will help get through the choke a little bit?
FM
While I can sympathize with those reactions to the smell of rumen contents I have to say it's not as bad as the stink emanating from the typical burger joint. Think ahead while gutting and remember how good you've got it to be able to be doing this stuff and how good it's going to roast up later.
Maybe it will help get through the choke a little bit?
FM
I saw a new guide pop a hole in the stomach and have the contents blow thru the little hole right onto his chin and shirt.....he didnt puke but he should have.
I happend to nick the gut one time and it squirted gut juice onto the clients boots. I thought he was gonna cry......Irish Setter boots, you know.....he sat by the firepit that night and was wiping them down......guess you can't get yer boots dirty where he comes from......
I happend to nick the gut one time and it squirted gut juice onto the clients boots. I thought he was gonna cry......Irish Setter boots, you know.....he sat by the firepit that night and was wiping them down......guess you can't get yer boots dirty where he comes from......
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Took 2 of my buddies out rabbit hunting using my English Cocker .We had a great day with everybody getting a limit of cottontails(18)and 3 Jacks,. I had to carry the dog home in my game bag she was so done in. We get back to the house and I leave them to clean up the rabbits and I take the the hard working Cocker to the kennel to clean her up. About half an hour later my Dad comes out to the kennel says he'll finish the dog and that I should go help my friends . I go to the basement and there the mighty hunters were working on their second one each and a puke bucket between them.Turns out that they had never cleaned anything themselves.
Maybe they should sell that stuff that they put under their nostrils in Silence of the Lambs right before they do the autopsy?
I bet that's the angle to get it as an impulse buy item in sporting goods stores, right next to the cash.
Hey, if someone gets rich off that, don't forget me, ok?
I bet that's the angle to get it as an impulse buy item in sporting goods stores, right next to the cash.
Hey, if someone gets rich off that, don't forget me, ok?
DarrylDB said:
He's lucky. A hunter in the NWT got killed by a flying hoof from a half dead animal a few years back if I recall correctly.
Anyway, on my first NWT caribou hunt, back in '98, my buddy and I had two knocked down in the bush about 200 yds in from the road. Snow was waist deep and we had no snow machines that year so we proceeded to gut them in there to haul out.
While my buddy was doing the belly slit on the first one he made a comment about getting a new knife with a proper gut hook as he had lost his. No sooner had he said this when he popped the mulch bag and took a beautiful stream of assorted protein in an almost perfectly straight line up the length of his jacket, in the mouth and glasses, just like you see on a show like ER where the surgeon takes a spray in the face.
Without missing a beat he made another comment about having salad with the steak. I think we both almost puked from laughing. It took us about 10 minutes to get the strength back to roll the animals to finish the job. It was a long day but I'll never forget it.
