anyone have gutting stories?
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phronq said: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?
Vics Vapor Rub. Always have a tin in my pack incase someone puts a round in the guts.
I took mu doctor from South Africa hunting last fall. His family runs a game farm in RSA, he has hunted all his life and his brother is PH. We had a great day. got into deer three times but no shots. At the end of the day in a snowstorm I shoot a small buck at about 200 yards down a cutline. Elmore is sitting about 1/3 of a mile up the cutline looking the other way. I walk back up to Elmore, we get the truck and drive down to gut the deer. I say grab a leg and he grabs the back ones, I kind of looked at him funny. He says I've never seen an animal gutted before " We had people for that back home". 10 minutes later we had the buck in the back of my truck after I gave my MD a minor surgery lesson.
Well, one of my friends drops a little buck. He puts both back legs on his shoulders when he's getting ready to make the cut from ribcage to butt. Apparently the little fella wasn't as dead as he looked. As soon as the knife touched the buck's abdomen, the buck did a little tap dance on my buddy's forehead with his back hooves. It was a quick donk, donk-donk, donk, and my buddy was rolling around on the ground cussing and swearing. Gave the buck a poke in the heart, and contiuned with gutting.
Following year he's in the same position, pokes the abodmen, and the little buck pisses right in his mouth. The look on his face was priceless.
Following year he's in the same position, pokes the abodmen, and the little buck pisses right in his mouth. The look on his face was priceless.
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gutting stories
My aunt shot a nice buck near Merritt a few years back and as a general practice she always cuts the bag off before gutting. Anyways she shot this deer and it was laying down so she grabs it by the nutsack and lops off the bag and the deer jumped to its feet and bolted never to be seen again. She is still being ribbed about that one around the campfire.
My aunt shot a nice buck near Merritt a few years back and as a general practice she always cuts the bag off before gutting. Anyways she shot this deer and it was laying down so she grabs it by the nutsack and lops off the bag and the deer jumped to its feet and bolted never to be seen again. She is still being ribbed about that one around the campfire.
I have a problem with anyone that wants to fish and can't bait a hook and fillet a fish, or hunt and not stomach the cleaning, unless they are a child. Its one thing if they want me to do it and show them how, but another if they cant stand to get their hands dirty. Frankly, I don't think they should be hunting.
Makes me curious.
Do you guys start cutting from the brisket down or from between the hind legs up towards the brisket? I start from between the hind legs and cut towards the brisket.
And why anyone would start by cutting the scrotum off first is beyond me.
For one thing, in most jurisdictions you have to leave evidence of the ### of the animal on the carcass.
Do you guys start cutting from the brisket down or from between the hind legs up towards the brisket? I start from between the hind legs and cut towards the brisket.
And why anyone would start by cutting the scrotum off first is beyond me.
For one thing, in most jurisdictions you have to leave evidence of the ### of the animal on the carcass.
just remember to be careful with them knives. 2 yrs ago there was 3 of us gutting an elk. My one buddy just knicked himself in the thumb. Really small nick. This was in the morning. After packing for 6hrs to the truck, his whole hand was swollen. By evening he was in emergency because now his whole arm and hand was swollen. It was some kind of an Ecoli infection. Was on an I.V for 3 days. Nasty.
One other time same friend was almost sliced up gutting cause there was a broadhead from an arrow in it's guts. Was a close one, must have been there for awhile as we could find no wound outside the deer at all.
One other time same friend was almost sliced up gutting cause there was a broadhead from an arrow in it's guts. Was a close one, must have been there for awhile as we could find no wound outside the deer at all.
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still laughing at these stories.
I never get sick gutting, the smell really dosn't bother me.
but I have a story. Shot a calf moose, nice small tender calf mmmmm, It was standing next to the cow near teh corner of an old wellsite, about 125yds easy shot. So I poke it high in the sholder with my 7mm RM and the calf just folds up right there, perfect. Cow just looks at me.... Hmmmm not so good.
So I move closer to the cow thinking she dosn't see me and perhaps I can chase her away... Well she's thinking differently even with me on the quad she's not backing down and I'm not fealing really comfortable with an irate cow standing over her dead calf.
Shot gun comes out, firing in the air but towards the cow, boom boom boom boom boom, reload, boom boom now I'm firing directly towards the cow from about 50yds using light loads no7 shot boom boom boom. No effect. Now its allready late and the sun is going to set in about half an hour. Time to get some backup.
Ride back to camp, 3 miles, thank god its close, and catch my brother just rideing into the camp. We both go out and using shotguns and quads and making tons of noise manage to drive the cow off into the woods, she is still close and we hear her stomping about but can't see her. This is bad I think.
So I have a short lenght of chain and I throw it around the calf's neck and using my quad drag the calf to the middle of the site (its 100m x 100m square with only grass, no cover for moose) now only about 10 min of good light left in the day. So with my brother standing guard and watching the cow, who is very agitated and only back about 10yds in the bush, I start gutting. Its not the best job I've done but it was quick. Brother really dosn't like that smell (something about body exchanges in former yugo) but he lends a hand but still keeps watch.
We get done there is still enough light to see the cow but not enough to be shooting using a scope. We then drag the calf back the 3 miles to camp (little bit of snow on the ground helps) I'm dragging with my quad while he takes rear guard.
Whew finally back at camp hang the calf from the meat pole and its time for some beer.
Now thats gutting, would not have been able to do that myself.
I never get sick gutting, the smell really dosn't bother me.
but I have a story. Shot a calf moose, nice small tender calf mmmmm, It was standing next to the cow near teh corner of an old wellsite, about 125yds easy shot. So I poke it high in the sholder with my 7mm RM and the calf just folds up right there, perfect. Cow just looks at me.... Hmmmm not so good.
So I move closer to the cow thinking she dosn't see me and perhaps I can chase her away... Well she's thinking differently even with me on the quad she's not backing down and I'm not fealing really comfortable with an irate cow standing over her dead calf.
Shot gun comes out, firing in the air but towards the cow, boom boom boom boom boom, reload, boom boom now I'm firing directly towards the cow from about 50yds using light loads no7 shot boom boom boom. No effect. Now its allready late and the sun is going to set in about half an hour. Time to get some backup.
Ride back to camp, 3 miles, thank god its close, and catch my brother just rideing into the camp. We both go out and using shotguns and quads and making tons of noise manage to drive the cow off into the woods, she is still close and we hear her stomping about but can't see her. This is bad I think.
So I have a short lenght of chain and I throw it around the calf's neck and using my quad drag the calf to the middle of the site (its 100m x 100m square with only grass, no cover for moose) now only about 10 min of good light left in the day. So with my brother standing guard and watching the cow, who is very agitated and only back about 10yds in the bush, I start gutting. Its not the best job I've done but it was quick. Brother really dosn't like that smell (something about body exchanges in former yugo) but he lends a hand but still keeps watch.
We get done there is still enough light to see the cow but not enough to be shooting using a scope. We then drag the calf back the 3 miles to camp (little bit of snow on the ground helps) I'm dragging with my quad while he takes rear guard.
Whew finally back at camp hang the calf from the meat pole and its time for some beer.
Now thats gutting, would not have been able to do that myself.
These are great! LMFAO!
2nd year hunting, my cousin took his first deer with a bow. We were both very excited , but very inexperienced. Looking at each other with that dumb expression of 'What now?' in our faces we decide to drag her back to the barn.
We have both cleaned many fish before, and have a basic Idea from magazines, so we hang her up and start gutting..
A cut here and a slice there and soon everything is out on the floor.
Jobs done, right? Cuz decides to see what bambi has been eatin'.
yall know what comes next...
I am tryin my best not to hurl, as cuz is on his knees in one of the stalls losin his lunch.
I swear I saw the cows laughing at us.
needless ta say, we are no longer curious as to what deer eat...
2nd year hunting, my cousin took his first deer with a bow. We were both very excited
, but very inexperienced. Looking at each other with that dumb expression of 'What now?' in our faces we decide to drag her back to the barn.We have both cleaned many fish before, and have a basic Idea from magazines, so we hang her up and start gutting..
A cut here and a slice there and soon everything is out on the floor.
Jobs done, right? Cuz decides to see what bambi has been eatin'.
yall know what comes next...
I am tryin my best not to hurl, as cuz is on his knees in one of the stalls losin his lunch.
I swear I saw the cows laughing at us.
needless ta say, we are no longer curious as to what deer eat...
redmandan said:These are great! LMFAO!
2nd year hunting, my cousin took his first deer with a bow. We were both very excited
We have both cleaned many fish before, and have a basic Idea from magazines, so we hang her up and start gutting..
A cut here and a slice there and soon everything is out on the floor.
Jobs done, right? Cuz decides to see what bambi has been eatin'.
yall know what comes next...
I am tryin my best not to hurl, as cuz is on his knees in one of the stalls losin his lunch.
I swear I saw the cows laughing at us.
needless ta say, we are no longer curious as to what deer eat...
thats the funniest story yet
i could almost picture it
I basically taught myself to gut deer. It's not so tough. Get a sharp knife. Stick it into the deer. Don't stop until everything that was inside the deer is outside lying on the ground. From then on, it's just a matter of getting faster.
I try to be fairly clinical about it, and study the various organs from the point of view of scientific interest. I find this helps with the natural revulsion to the sight of guts. My friends call me a sick f**k.
I have a friend who didn't realize you could split the rib cage of a deer with a hunting knife. He pulled the upper organs out by reaching up into the ribcage from the incision in the paunch. Needless to say, he was always covered in blood from head to foot. He would walk around the streets of the nearest small town, announcing to all who would listen, "I'm a deer Q-tip".
When gutting deer, I wear a pair of disposable, shoulder length rubber gloves used by the artifical insemnators of cows (for what I can't imagine). In the bar in the evening, all of my buds are plastered with crusted blood and gore, while I look like I just stepped out of a Cabelas catalog. Its called class!
I try to be fairly clinical about it, and study the various organs from the point of view of scientific interest. I find this helps with the natural revulsion to the sight of guts. My friends call me a sick f**k.
I have a friend who didn't realize you could split the rib cage of a deer with a hunting knife. He pulled the upper organs out by reaching up into the ribcage from the incision in the paunch. Needless to say, he was always covered in blood from head to foot. He would walk around the streets of the nearest small town, announcing to all who would listen, "I'm a deer Q-tip".
When gutting deer, I wear a pair of disposable, shoulder length rubber gloves used by the artifical insemnators of cows (for what I can't imagine). In the bar in the evening, all of my buds are plastered with crusted blood and gore, while I look like I just stepped out of a Cabelas catalog. Its called class!
Back a number of years [1972 to be exact] I was hunting with two companions who had never shot a moose yet. We made camp across a large Lake on a Sunday evening, and were up well before first light, full of anticipation. Imagine our delight to find that fresh snow had made an appearance overnight. We split up and headed out just as the eastern sky was lightening up a bit. The area we were hunting had been logged about 4-5 years previously, and since clear cutting was not the practice there, we were hunting from old skid trails and roads that #####-crossed the logged area. I chose the far left trail, and had only walked for about ½ hour, stopping frequently when I heard a heavy rustling off the trail, ahead to my left. I stopped by a small Alder bush and waited. in another 10 minutes or so, a young Bull Moose walked out of the brush and out onto the skid trail, not 15yards away. A 180 grain Partition from my 308 Norma Mag in the neck dropped him in his tracks. I stripped off my coat and rolled up my sleeves and dressed him out [not being shot in the lungs, he was nice and easy to clean up perfectly]. I had blood on my hands and arms, of course, and a small amount on my shoes, but otherwise I was pretty clean. Used some of the snow to clean up good, propped the moose open and headed back to camp for a breakfast meal. Just as I started to head for camp, I heard shots that I knew came from where one of my companions would be. 6 shots were fired, and then silence. I reasoned to myself: I don't need to go and help him, he's shot a couple of deer before and dressed them, he'll do fine. Back to camp I go, build a fire, make another pot of coffee, cook bacon and eggs, and soon the third member of the party shows up. He has not seen any moose, and asks me about the one shot, and then the 6 that came later. I, of course, shared my experience with him, and told him that I was sure that it was T.....who had been shooting later. We waited at least an hour and a half, and were just about ready to go and try to find T..... Lo and behold, here he comes into camp, Blood from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, everywhere there was blood. Additionally, he looked just a bit pallid, and declined any breakfast. 
After finding out he had shot a decent Bull Moose, we congratulated him, Then he asked: "Who shot the moose lying on the trail?" I told him it was me. His reply: How in **** did you get it so clean, and why aren't you bloodied up at all?" I just told him it was all in the method used. He then proceeded to tell us the terrible time he had cleaning his animal. He said he never realized how much insides a moose had!!He had not split the brisket, and had practically crawled inside of the lung area to get eveything out. Additionally, one of the shots fired had clipped the stomach, and he said the smell had really made him sick. [We could smell the stuff on him, too] Anyway, we went to recover his animal, and he hadn't been kidding about being sick. There was plenty of evidence around the kill area!! I still rib him occasionally about that one.
On moose sized game, I have always found it easier to split the brisket to clean them. Makes it handier to stay reasonably clean myself, too.
We split up and headed out just as the eastern sky was lightening up a bit. The area we were hunting had been logged about 4-5 years previously, and since clear cutting was not the practice there, we were hunting from old skid trails and roads that #####-crossed the logged area. I chose the far left trail, and had only walked for about ½ hour, stopping frequently when I heard a heavy rustling off the trail, ahead to my left. I stopped by a small Alder bush and waited. in another 10 minutes or so, a young Bull Moose walked out of the brush and out onto the skid trail, not 15yards away. A 180 grain Partition from my 308 Norma Mag in the neck dropped him in his tracks. I stripped off my coat and rolled up my sleeves and dressed him out [not being shot in the lungs, he was nice and easy to clean up perfectly]. I had blood on my hands and arms, of course, and a small amount on my shoes, but otherwise I was pretty clean. Used some of the snow to clean up good, propped the moose open and headed back to camp for a breakfast meal. Just as I started to head for camp, I heard shots that I knew came from where one of my companions would be. 6 shots were fired, and then silence. I reasoned to myself: I don't need to go and help him, he's shot a couple of deer before and dressed them, he'll do fine. Back to camp I go, build a fire, make another pot of coffee, cook bacon and eggs, and soon the third member of the party shows up. He has not seen any moose, and asks me about the one shot, and then the 6 that came later. I, of course, shared my experience with him, and told him that I was sure that it was T.....who had been shooting later. We waited at least an hour and a half, and were just about ready to go and try to find T..... Lo and behold, here he comes into camp, Blood from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, everywhere there was blood. Additionally, he looked just a bit pallid, and declined any breakfast. After finding out he had shot a decent Bull Moose, we congratulated him, Then he asked: "Who shot the moose lying on the trail?" I told him it was me. His reply: How in **** did you get it so clean, and why aren't you bloodied up at all?" I just told him it was all in the method used. He then proceeded to tell us the terrible time he had cleaning his animal. He said he never realized how much insides a moose had!!He had not split the brisket, and had practically crawled inside of the lung area to get eveything out. Additionally, one of the shots fired had clipped the stomach, and he said the smell had really made him sick. [We could smell the stuff on him, too] Anyway, we went to recover his animal, and he hadn't been kidding about being sick. There was plenty of evidence around the kill area!! I still rib him occasionally about that one. On moose sized game, I have always found it easier to split the brisket to clean them. Makes it handier to stay reasonably clean myself, too.
303carbine said:My aunt shot a nice buck near Merritt a few years back and as a general practice she always cuts the bag off before gutting. Anyways she shot this deer and it was laying down so she grabs it by the nutsack and lops off the bag and the deer jumped to its feet and bolted never to be seen again. She is still being ribbed about that one around the campfire.
Hey 303 carbine, don't tell any more stories like that. I blew tea out my nose and almost dropped my 4 year old on the floor. That's the capper as far as I'm concerned! Great story!
Yummie??? More like Dummy! Ever heard of HGE? (this is only one of many diseases in the blood of deer!) and it can kill you bud. I suggest you read this before you ingest anymore raw deer flesh or blood.Goose25 said:
http://www.uga.edu/scwds/topic_index/1996/POSSIB~1.pdf
