Large Game Pics - Deer, Moose, Bear...
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Cranky Pants
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Putting this up a little late:
Nov 10, 2015
an hour into a 3 day trip with some friends this little 8 point comes strolling up to me.
Ruger hawkeye .270
And just got him back from being mounted, I wasn't going to have him done but the wife thought he should be ( who am I to argue?)
Nov 10, 2015
an hour into a 3 day trip with some friends this little 8 point comes strolling up to me.
Ruger hawkeye .270
And just got him back from being mounted, I wasn't going to have him done but the wife thought he should be ( who am I to argue?)
Figured I'd share a couple.
First is a Mulie I bagged a couple years back. He was just too unique looking to pass up
Next is my 2015 Whitetail. Only 2 days into season and I hesitated to use my buck tag so soon, but I didn't think I'd see a fatter buck.
First is a Mulie I bagged a couple years back. He was just too unique looking to pass up
Next is my 2015 Whitetail. Only 2 days into season and I hesitated to use my buck tag so soon, but I didn't think I'd see a fatter buck.
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- Location
- Regina, SK
Awesome Picture! Makes me very excited for the fall!
It was 1995 a few miles outside Algonquin Provincial Park. This is thick forest, big woods hunting. The road into the lake had been much improved over the years from the two-rut goat track it was in the early years. My youngest brother accompanied me this year. When I say "accompanied", I mean we generally go in together in the pre-dawn and meet near the end of the day to go out together but usually don't see each other during the day. However, this opening day, we had decided on dropping him ashore in one bay of the lake while I paddled around the peninsula and entered the next bay. At first light, he was to still hunt the ridge towards the top of the peninsula where I disembarked, while I would still hunt up the spillway to the top and meet him there around 9AM.
While still-hunting my way up to the top, I crested an undulation in time to see a buck working his way down the spillway 30-40 yards ahead. He was moving steady and there were a lot of trees & saplings, but one shot from my Weatherby 30-06 put him down. I walked over to him and quickly looked at his 4x3 modest-sized rack, but since there was only about 15 minutes to the agreed meeting time, I left the buck there to go to meet my brother. The kid showed up on time and we went back to the buck. I gutted it and dragged it down the spillway back to the canoe (boy, deer slide good going downhill), while my brother took a stand where the spillway topped out at the ridge.
Upon meeting up again with the kid, I decided to follow the scrape line that this buck had been moving along, while the brother decided to continue along the ridge. The scrape line was fairly decent with several small scrapes and was leading back towards a beaver dam that I knew of over the backside of the ridge. Upon reaching the beaver dam, I sat on an elevated rock face overlooking the dam and ate my lunch. Finishing my lunch, I started to follow the drainage creek downstream while maintaining an elevated route. I paused for a couple of minutes at an elevated position overlooking a sapling-filled area, that the drainage creek flowed through. Moving on, my elevation advantage started to dwindle, which I did not like, so I turned around and went back to the spot overlooking the saplings. I noticed movement down in the saplings, a deer head bobbing up and down like they do when trying to test the air for scent. I brought the scope up and saw good antlers (turned out to be a 10 point typical, pic provided). The Weatherby cracked and he went down. The time was just past 2PM, so I knew I didn't have time to gut him and drag him back up over the ridge before dark, so I just gutted him and put a scent perimeter around him (tinkle, tinkle) to hopefully keep critters off him overnight.
We left both deer in the bush and, when arising the next morning, found that a fair amount of snow had fallen overnight . We left the guns in the cabin and went in after sun-up to retrieve both deer. Rather than try to drag the 10 point up and over the ridge, we opted to canoe and portage around to the backside of the ridge to the beaver dam. Once the deer and both of us were in the canoe, there was very little gunnel left above the water, so I paddled back with the deer while the kid hoofed it through the bush. I dropped off the large deer at the launch point, went back and retrieved the 7 point, then went back to pick up the kid at the peninsula.
I stayed with the deer while my brother went out to bring his pickup truck in to the lake from the hydro cut. I started to drag the deer a bit further from the lake when, after a while, I heard an ATV coming. My brother had met this local guy on the hydro cut and offered him $20 (my $20) to go in and help get the deer out rather than risk his pickup on the snow-covered rocky trail. This fellow and I tied the 10 point on the front rack of his ATV and put the 7 point in the canoe and tied the canoe to the back of the ATV. I held onto a rope on the trailing end of the canoe so it wouldn't ram into the ATV if he slowed down quickly. I told the guy to go slow as I had to trot behind, but one guys 'slow' is a trotters 'too bloody fast'! I was completely wacked when we got to the hydro lines 1 1/4 miles out, but I guess it was better than risking the truck on the rocks.
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Here's my best-to-date Whitetail ( one that actually qualified for the Ontario FROW record book. FROW is an acronym for the Federation for the Recognition of Ontario Whitetails and they essentially use the Boone & Crockett scoring methodology with a minimum of 140 points to make the record book).
In early November, 2004, I was in my usual haunt, a few miles outside Algonquin Provincial Park. This year I was hunting solo again. Opening morning before dawn, I had once again paddled my canoe down the lake to my favorite peninsula as I had done in many previous years. However, a new logging road providing easier vehicular access had been put in a couple of years prior at the opposite end of the lake that I used to enter on in past years, so my paddling time was triple that of the earlier years .
After pitching in and waiting for first light, I still hunted my way up the spillway to the ridge, that ran across the top of the peninsula, without seeing much sign. I took a stand overlooking one of the ravine cuts leading to a saddle between two sections of the ridge. A brief snow/ice pellet storm rolled through chilling me a bit. The pellets melted quickly, softening the blanket of fallen leaves and making still hunting more of an option. I decided to still hunt through the saddle, partly to create a bit of body heat and warm up.
I eventually came to a small opening in the middle of the saddle where moss/lichen covered a rocky outcropping, typical for this area of the precambrian shield. I paused, looking at the branches and saplings I would have to navigate to get into the opening. Then I decided that going right through the opening would be something a human might choose, whereas a deer would certainly stay in the trees and circle the opening. So I started looking at the foliage to the right and left to circle the opening myself. Just as I was about to move to my left, the buck stood up from his bed towards my left side about 15 yards away on the opposite side of the clearing. As soon as he started getting up I could see the great headgear he had. He was looking further to my left, not in my direction, so I brought the 30-06 up and put a round through his chest. He bounded off, but I didn't bother racking another round, knowing he wouldn't go far.
A short blood trail led to my prize and I was thrilled with the size and mass of the 12 point rack on this big bodied buck (the rack later scored at 156 5/8 gross typical). A quick gutting and the long drag out began. I passed a fresh scrape shortly after starting the drag, near where the buck had been bedded. I surmized that the buck had bedded downwind of this scrape to monitor it for any Doe that came by. He was so heavy, that all I could manage was to grab an antler in each hand and heave backward a foot or two at a time. By the time I got him down to the lakes edge about two hours later, the inside of my thigh was all bruised from the tines jabbing into my leg with each lunge. I stumbled back to my canoe and brought it around to the deer. There wasn't much freeboard left with both of us in the canoe, so I had to paddle all the way back along the shoreline (just in case), but for me, paddling back with a canoe full of deer is a great feeling!
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Guided this guy last week, green scores Boone & Crockett All Time, may dry under into Awards.
I'll never tire of looking at this picture.
Kinda weird that the bear looks like he has the same smirk on his face that you do though.
Chuckbuster
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
not sure if I put this in the big game thread but it needs to be here
35 whelen
Cheers WL
Nice buffalo...how does it compare to beef? Also, out of curiosity, other than any other large/big game animal that may react defensively or unpredictably if approached too closely, do water buffalo present any real danger like Cape buffalo or other dangerous game?
- Location
- Saskatoon Saskatchewan
Got this guy last weekend. Not a monster but my first kill with traditional equipment. Made a perfect shot at 12 yards and he took off like a rocket for 40 yards, climbed a 40' poplar right to the top where he expired. I could feel the thump from my treestand when he hit the ground. It will be one of my most memorable bowhunting experiences .
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not sure if I put this in the big game thread but it needs to be here
35 whelen
Cheers WL
nice.
some more details?
- Location
- Saskatoon Saskatchewan
Thanks! I'm in Sask. Used a Magnus stinger 2 blade. It blew through him and stuck in the ground 6" on the off side.
That's a familiar face, pretty sure I've seen you at the Archery range in Dundurn a few times...
