Not exactley a great shot but definetly my most memorable.
Deer hunting near Parry Sound in a gang of 14 guys, all at least 20 years older than me (I was 16 at the time). We had done a few drives early in the morning and bagged a few nice deer. A few old guys were tuckered so they went back to camp.
The redt of us went to a spot I had never hunted before so I was asked to be a sitter instead of a dogger as it was getting dark quickly and were were just making a quickie run.
The guy in charge of getting us sitters to our spots starts jabbering about who he's gonna stick on the "Beaver Dam". No one pipes up, so I said I would go there (being the new guy I try to be as accomodating as possible, but not anymore
). Immediately everyone agrees to that and off we go.
Along the way all the guys are telling me about how bad this "Beaver Dam" stand is, and how many deer have been missed there and so on. I'm thinking I just might have gotten roped into subjecting myself to years of teasing over this one little hunt.
I get dropped off near the Dam with instruction on how to get there and what to look for. I walk about 100yds to find my stand. Its about a 60ft long beaver dam at the bottom of a pretty decent gully and its covered in deer tracks.
I set up about 30yds from the dam and about 20 minutes pass before the dogs fire up. They sound like there running a prety hot trail. Less than 2 miuntes latter a doe suprises me and gets across the beaver dam before I can sholder the gun. Just seconds later another doe hits the dam running. Bang!!!, I nailed this one just as she hit the midway point of the dam.
Im feeling pretty good as I work the bolt on the old 788 in .308. Just as UI get the bolt down a spike buck hits the dam going flat out. Bang!! Bang!! I missed with the first shot and dont even remember working the bolt for the second shot that broke his back. He needed a finisher but all was good.
The old boys were telling stories all night like I was friggin Annie Oakley or something. Handshakes all around. Pretty proud moment for a 16 year old on his first "Hunt Camp" hunt.
Deer hunting near Parry Sound in a gang of 14 guys, all at least 20 years older than me (I was 16 at the time). We had done a few drives early in the morning and bagged a few nice deer. A few old guys were tuckered so they went back to camp.
The redt of us went to a spot I had never hunted before so I was asked to be a sitter instead of a dogger as it was getting dark quickly and were were just making a quickie run.
The guy in charge of getting us sitters to our spots starts jabbering about who he's gonna stick on the "Beaver Dam". No one pipes up, so I said I would go there (being the new guy I try to be as accomodating as possible, but not anymore
Along the way all the guys are telling me about how bad this "Beaver Dam" stand is, and how many deer have been missed there and so on. I'm thinking I just might have gotten roped into subjecting myself to years of teasing over this one little hunt.
I get dropped off near the Dam with instruction on how to get there and what to look for. I walk about 100yds to find my stand. Its about a 60ft long beaver dam at the bottom of a pretty decent gully and its covered in deer tracks.
I set up about 30yds from the dam and about 20 minutes pass before the dogs fire up. They sound like there running a prety hot trail. Less than 2 miuntes latter a doe suprises me and gets across the beaver dam before I can sholder the gun. Just seconds later another doe hits the dam running. Bang!!!, I nailed this one just as she hit the midway point of the dam.
Im feeling pretty good as I work the bolt on the old 788 in .308. Just as UI get the bolt down a spike buck hits the dam going flat out. Bang!! Bang!! I missed with the first shot and dont even remember working the bolt for the second shot that broke his back. He needed a finisher but all was good.
The old boys were telling stories all night like I was friggin Annie Oakley or something. Handshakes all around. Pretty proud moment for a 16 year old on his first "Hunt Camp" hunt.