our yearly gutting stories
- Thread starter fogducker
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stormbringer
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- S.W. Ontario
Well I have to relate my first gutting..
I came from a non hunting family...
Started out on my own at 21 and did not have a clue what I was doing..
Lucky I did not manage to get any deer while on my own before I met up with my now hunting buddy Tom.
Tom invited me out a few times bow hunting and on about our 4th time out he nailed a HUGE doe.
The deer ended up going down on "disputed" territory so we had to move it to the safety of our hunting territory before we gutted it.
I tried to carry it myself but I had no idea how to do it.
Tom stalwartly tossed it over his shoulder and carried it the 200 yds or so to our neck of the woods and laid it on the ground.
Since I was the "newbie" it was decided that I should have the honour of gutting the deer.
I calmly moved the deer to the edge of a small depression just like I had read so the guts could roll out...
Rolled the deer on its back spread its leg and drove my knife into the chest...
"BRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW" was the next sound I heard!!
I quickly jumped back and exclaimed....." its still alive"
Not bloodly likely Tom declared! I just carried that ##### 200 yards on my back!
He was laughing his ass off!!
Of course my knife had split the diaphragm and caused the air rush to the wind pipe....
LOL!
I am still teased about it every season!
I came from a non hunting family...
Started out on my own at 21 and did not have a clue what I was doing..
Lucky I did not manage to get any deer while on my own before I met up with my now hunting buddy Tom.
Tom invited me out a few times bow hunting and on about our 4th time out he nailed a HUGE doe.
The deer ended up going down on "disputed" territory so we had to move it to the safety of our hunting territory before we gutted it.
I tried to carry it myself but I had no idea how to do it.
Tom stalwartly tossed it over his shoulder and carried it the 200 yds or so to our neck of the woods and laid it on the ground.
Since I was the "newbie" it was decided that I should have the honour of gutting the deer.
I calmly moved the deer to the edge of a small depression just like I had read so the guts could roll out...
Rolled the deer on its back spread its leg and drove my knife into the chest...
"BRRRAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW" was the next sound I heard!!
I quickly jumped back and exclaimed....." its still alive"
Not bloodly likely Tom declared! I just carried that ##### 200 yards on my back!
He was laughing his ass off!!
Of course my knife had split the diaphragm and caused the air rush to the wind pipe....
LOL!
I am still teased about it every season!
- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
My first, was the day that I forgot my knife!
I had to get the knife from the dogger.... who had also forgotten his!
So, he went over to 'newt' on the next run... you guessed it, no knife!
'Rambo' showed up, he had a diver's knife (about ten inches long!) so danged dull, I couldn't force it through the hide.
My uncle was the next in line, and he did have his. An old german steel knife, that was shaving sharp. I don't think I've seen a knife that sharp since.
Gutting went smoothly with a real knife.
I even remembered to take out the windpipe.
I had to get the knife from the dogger.... who had also forgotten his!
So, he went over to 'newt' on the next run... you guessed it, no knife!
'Rambo' showed up, he had a diver's knife (about ten inches long!) so danged dull, I couldn't force it through the hide.
My uncle was the next in line, and he did have his. An old german steel knife, that was shaving sharp. I don't think I've seen a knife that sharp since.
Gutting went smoothly with a real knife.
I even remembered to take out the windpipe.
- Location
- St. Joe's Island, Ont
Not my first gutting but I do remember one that stuck.
I took a doe with my bow and then started gutting her, thats when something caught my eye about the arrow on the ground beside me, it was a 145 gr four blade but I noticed only three blades still intact.
Oh-oh, I gotta dig my hands around in there and theres a friggan blade in that pool of blood somewhere.
After I slowly removed the heart and other organs I looked down to see the blade sticking half way out of the liver, not really sure how it got there as it was a double lung and heart shot. Kinda neat though, no wonder it didn't go more than 25 yds.
The funny part was that when I came back to the stand the next morning I noticed that the friendly neighborhood coyotes had been there that night and everything was gone.
Except for one broadhead blade that laid by it's lonesome on a leaf!
I took a doe with my bow and then started gutting her, thats when something caught my eye about the arrow on the ground beside me, it was a 145 gr four blade but I noticed only three blades still intact.
Oh-oh, I gotta dig my hands around in there and theres a friggan blade in that pool of blood somewhere.
After I slowly removed the heart and other organs I looked down to see the blade sticking half way out of the liver, not really sure how it got there as it was a double lung and heart shot. Kinda neat though, no wonder it didn't go more than 25 yds.
The funny part was that when I came back to the stand the next morning I noticed that the friendly neighborhood coyotes had been there that night and everything was gone.
Except for one broadhead blade that laid by it's lonesome on a leaf!
- Location
- Ft. Mac. Alberta
Best i ver saw for gutting a partridge was one of old hunting buddies when he first shhot my .58 Hawken.
he hit the bird too far back, and it took off, landing in the middle of Tower Road, stone dead , not a bit of guts left in him, and no meat damaged!!
Not bad for a 280 grain round ball!!
cat
he hit the bird too far back, and it took off, landing in the middle of Tower Road, stone dead , not a bit of guts left in him, and no meat damaged!!
Not bad for a 280 grain round ball!!
cat
Watching a deer being pulled down a small but steep him onto a frozen pond. My cousin was doing all the hard work and the deer started to pick up speed. Anyhow here he is running down the hill yelling the deer is chaseing him. Hits the bottom feet slip out and the deer piles up on top. I really thought I was going to piss myself.
Funny kid
Jamie
Funny kid
Jamie
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A few months back I Worked a few days with a friend who is a Butcher, and we handled Pigs, and Cows.
Sparing the gory details...I have to say I learned a few important things.
- When handling knives I am also made of meat.
- .22 Rimfire in the head will kill just about anything (up close)...or at
least stun it before you cut it's throat.
- Where the saying "Hog wash" comes from, and why it is a bad thing.
- Bulls can go in reverse as fast as they can go forward, and kick well above
your head in height! 
There is prob' more but I'm sleepy.
Sparing the gory details...I have to say I learned a few important things.
- When handling knives I am also made of meat.
- .22 Rimfire in the head will kill just about anything (up close)...or at
least stun it before you cut it's throat.
- Where the saying "Hog wash" comes from, and why it is a bad thing.
- Bulls can go in reverse as fast as they can go forward, and kick well above
your head in height!
There is prob' more but I'm sleepy.
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Okay... I'll bite...
Several years ago, I took a buddy out for his first "successful" deer hunt. Anyhow, he dropped a nice whitetail doe and the field dressing started... As he was dressing the doe, I kept squeezing the doe's nipples on her udder and squirting him with doe milk... He was SO intent on getting the job done right, that I probably squirted him with 1 to 2 dozen blasts of doe milk... The only thing he couldn't figure out is "why" I was laughing so hard and unable to keep a straight face... When he realized what I was doing, he was NOT impressed!!! Bwahahaha!!!
I still break up laughing when I think of this field dressing experiment... Oh ya, he did okay for a field dressing virgin... (Person to remain un-named as he is on this forum regularly...)
Cheers
Jay
Several years ago, I took a buddy out for his first "successful" deer hunt. Anyhow, he dropped a nice whitetail doe and the field dressing started... As he was dressing the doe, I kept squeezing the doe's nipples on her udder and squirting him with doe milk... He was SO intent on getting the job done right, that I probably squirted him with 1 to 2 dozen blasts of doe milk... The only thing he couldn't figure out is "why" I was laughing so hard and unable to keep a straight face... When he realized what I was doing, he was NOT impressed!!! Bwahahaha!!!
I still break up laughing when I think of this field dressing experiment... Oh ya, he did okay for a field dressing virgin... (Person to remain un-named as he is on this forum regularly...)
Cheers
Jay
Calum said:
Words to heed.
My great uncle Irvin sot his first buck sometime well before WWII. He went down into the gully where it fell to gut it. Turned it into it's back, kneeled down and dug the knife in. That's when the deer jumped up kicking and screaming and my uncle managed to get it in a headlock. He begand wrestling the deer and yelling for his hunting partner to come over. WHen his partner got there he could do nothing but laugh for a few minutes before they coordinated themselves enough for my uncle to let the deer go and his partner shot it again as it ran off.
