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John Y Cannuck

John Y Cannuck

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My first deer.
I was hunting whitetails on crown land not far from where I hunt today.
The hounds could be heard working the ridge up towards me. I was near frozen, and shivering, in my hole in the ground blind behind a small rock.
What happened next, all was within a few seconds.
Suddenly the hounds slow yapping changed to an excitted fast moving chase. They were close.
A flash of white at the top of the ridge. Then nothing... Then, the deer was half way down the ridge in one bound. I couldn't believe his speed. The dogs, right behind him. He disappeared, as I raised the '94 Winchester. I waited, he reappered, and the rifle fired, I don't remember the sight picture. The deer took two bounds and vanished. I screamed some nasty stuff.
The dogs stopped?
WTF?
I took two steps towards where the deer had vanished. The dogs were licking stuff off the ground?
Then I saw a tree, covered in blood from three feet up, and ten feet futher, a dead deer. The deer had not gone 30 feet after the hit, and it was plain it had actually slid to a stop.
To this day I have not gutted a cleaner deer. The standard Remington Core Loct has taken the arteries off the top of the heart. The deer had completely bled out, It was as clean inside as a lab rat from a school biology lab.
So began my infatuation with all things 30-30.
 
It's this good.
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150yds, on a snowy Nov 11 morning in 1984.
I used a Marlin 336C in 30/30 topped with a Redfield Tracker 4x32, with reloaded 170gr. Speer FN, and H414 powder.
Still pinching myself.
 
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A deer hunt N. of Parry Sound almost 50 years ago. I was put at the furthest end of the drive near a small lake with the explanation "We don't usually block this far back, but you are a young guy and can handle the walk". Waited. Heard the hounds coming. Hounds veered off from me and the next hunter fired 5 shots. Figured he must have got it because he did a lot of bragging about all the deer he had shot. The hounds started up again, they were getting closer, I heard the brush crashing. A big buck jumped into the clearing and ran between me an the lake. I threw up my 1917 Enfield with a Weaver 1.5 scope and all I could see was fur, pulled the trigger anyhow. Worked the bolt and as I chamberd the round the deer skidded over a log and dropped. I had hit him through the spine. Sat back down because my knees were too weak to stand up. After a while the next hunter came over and told me he had missed 5 times. Asked if I had got a good look at the big buck, I said "yeah". He said "lets go" I said "what about the deer" He said "what deer?" I said "the one behind that log" He took a look and said "
Holy s***, that's the biggest deer we ever got here, I was sure you missed when I only heard one shot". I said "there was only one deer." .303 cartridge $.20, getting to say that line to him PRICELESS. My first deer PRICELESS.
 
Not my biggest but my best shot

This was a shot taken with a B.P. rifle at a small buck.

We were watching a field with deer and my two other patrners had first shots with their flintlocks. They couldn't get them to fire and the deer started to move off the field. My friend tells me to shoot.

By this time the deer were well on the move and a small buck was bringing up the rear. I took a solid rest led him a bit and gave a little hold over because he was out there. Boom and buck down. My partners just stared with their jaws hanging open. ( I paced the shot a 220 yds )

I've shot much bigger and farther with centerfire but making that shot with my B.P. gun has to be the one I'll remember most.
 
When I was 10 my dad got me a 410 for Christmas ..... I spent Christmas day hunting 160 acres of bush we had, by myself. Shot nothing but will never forget that day.
 
huntinstuff said:
When I was 10 my dad got me a 410 for Christmas ..... I spent Christmas day hunting 160 acres of bush we had, by myself. Shot nothing but will never forget that day.
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it was the same for me with my first solo trip....frigging awesome....i felt ten feet tall
 
With a shotgun, it would be the day a grouse surprised and put up on a narrow trail, headed for the other side.
It was about 30 feet across the top of the trees.
I was up with the 20 guage falconet and the grouse was down in a flick of an eye.

The topper was when my lab, then 1yr. old, made the flawless retreive for me
All under the watchfull eye of my very proud father !!
He let me train this dog all by myself, and was very happy with the results.
This was the first hunt that I was able to do with Dad and my dog.

One of the most memorable with a rifle was a 60 ft. straight down shot on a fork horn mule deer that was on the move, left to right, through the brush, with my hawken.
A friend got it on video!
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First deer

It was about 4 years ago, when I was on a controlled shotgun hunt with my father-inlaw, and his friends. I was on a watch, and the guys were on their way through the bush, when I decided to kneel down as my legs and feet hurt like hell! I was in this posistion, when a chickadee landed on a branch just about 6 feet in front of me. There I was face to face with this bird when out of no where the little bugger came flying right at my head! I stayed still to see what would happen, when it landed right on the peek of my hunter orange hat!!! I couldn't hold it in any longer..I busted out laughing!!..Off went the little bird on his way. Another 5 min, has now passed when I noticed 2 squirrels playing..one black and one grey. Up and down the tree they went chasing one another for what seemed like forever! I had just about enough of these two making so much noise around me, when they decided to get down out of the tree, and ran clean at me!!!! Again I had to stay in the kneeling possistion without moving a muscle to see what would happen next?!! Sure enough they ran right between my legs! I had the butt of my shotgun on the ground in front of me, and they went right on through! Another few minutes pass and I have to stand up as this is getting way too uncomfortable. As I went to get up, I could not believe my eyes...a deer was heading..yup you guessed it..right at me!! I quickly stood up and took off my safety....the deer now noticed me and turned to the left, running away from me. I took aim to find there were just too many trees for a good shot, so there I was off and running to the next clearing with the shotgun in the ready posistion! I found an opening..slowed my run down to a jog, brought the gun up to my shoulder...BANG!! The deer fell right there where I shot it. A nice 4 point buck for my first deer! :dancingbanana:
 
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200 meter , 3 second window, split the heart in 2 even pieces. And had a snot rag size chunk of lung hanging out the off side. 4 foot wide blood trail, 30 feet long. 30-06 ruger #1B , 165 sierra gameking. Leupold 6x HD (big buck)

Next best shot

500 meter broadside (lots of time), 270 win , Browning Safari boltaction, 120 Nosler,3x9 by 40 mm scope(china) set on 9 power. double lung (pass through) Deer side stepped a few times, and fell over dead. (doe)
 
I wasn't really looking for long shots and the like Levi, I was looking for the kill that stands out in your mind, and more importantly, the story that goes along with it.
Like the time the guys were all packed in big john's van, and we were driving down a road thet his van should never have been on in the first place (4X4 logging road).
A deer jumps the road, and old John says "looky there, a deer" and jams on the brakes, dumping the guys all over each other. One guy opens the sliding door, and sits blocking it, so no one else can get out, while he looks for his mag.
I was in front, so I jumped out, and ran down the road jamming 30-30's in the old '94 because they decided to surround the bush where the deer went.
I got to an old deer watch, that we hadn't ever shot anything at, and stopped. I could hear dogs in the distance.
Then I heard a crash, and a doe jumped the road. She was in and out of sight so fast I never even got my gun up.
Seconds later I heard a similar noise, this time, I got my gun to my shoulder, and hammer back. When the buck appeared, I was ready, and got one quick shot, as it jumped the road in one bound.
Silence, I could not hear the buck running away.
I took a few steps towards the point where he jumped across, and found that he had piled up where he landed the jump. Nice eight pointer.
I had the whole camp there to help dress him out too! My wife saw me shoot from her position just up and off the road.
 
Lefty #### said:
It's this good.
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150yds, on a snowy Nov 11 morning in 1984.
I used a Marlin 336C in 30/30 topped with a Redfield Tracker 4x32, with reloaded 170gr. Speer FN, and H414 powder.
Still pinching myself.
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Elvis called, he wants his glasses back ...lol:dancingbanana:
 
one that really stands out in my mind was my 2nd deer, I was 16 yrs old, offhand @ 165 yards, spined him stone cold dead. I had stalked down from a top of a hill to intercept where the two bucks were crossing. My dad got to watch it all unfold from his vantage fold, he said he saw the buck shudder, drop, and then....WHAP :D

there was not a better four pointer in the world that day

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We were out hiking on the barrens in 1995 on my first real hunt for big game. We stopped for a few minutes to sit and glass and saw two bulls walking on an angle towards us. We hustled over towards where the bulls were headed. I lost sight of them as I went through a draw and damned near ran into them at about 85 yards. I dropped onto the ground and somehow managed to get my pack frame off. Thankfully they were caribou and not really jumpy. I got th erifle down on the pack and tried to figure which one to shoot. Finally I decided on the right hand bull. I aimed for the neck (I know, not the best idea). Luckily I got him right behind the ear about 6" back and down he went. Sure there was a little more luck than skill involved, but after a short run and not under the watchful eye of my dad, I was pretty proud. And the 'bou was tasty.
 
Boar hunting a couple of years back with crossbows... One large boar just wouldn't die. I moved into the close cover after it and got a good arrow off while he was fightin the dogs... but he tossed the dogs and came for me.
I found out that day just how fast I could run backwards on my tiptoes while beating a pissed Boar in the head with the foot stirrup on my crossbow.:runaway:
Did you know that a man can scream high enough that no sound comes out???:eek:
The dogs saved me from injury that day and the Boar expired but I still wake up sweating occasionally.:)
 
todbartell said:
there was not a better four pointer in the world that day
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I must be missing something, but is it correct to call a buck with symetrical antlers like yours a 4 pointer, not an 8?

I would think that if you said 8 it would make you look better, 4 makes it seem too small.:p
 
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