Stories of your first kill

I don't consider a trap line as my first kill...most were dead when I got there or just needed to be finished off.

So, 12. While trapping, I had walked every trail in the woods behind my father's house for the past year. I knew every bump, bush, rut in these paths, cart tracks, and dirt roads. I was walking with my 10yr old brother and I stopped, looked down the road and there was a hump on the edge of the road that should not be there. Looked closer, it was a bunny!! Fairly long shot with an iron-sighted Cooey 39.

Got into the prone, sighted (a difficult task since the front sight was bent and you had to cant the rifle just that little bit), squeezed off the shot and this thing exploded into the road, bouncing, flopping, then still. My brother's first dead animal, he was kinda weird about it, but we were still excited!! I had no idea about gutting, but I knew skinning. I skinned it out and stretched it when I got home and waited for Dad too show me how to gut it. My mom cooked it that night and we had a late supper with me and my brother eating rabbit and everyone else had pork chops.

After that I got a 20ga for Christmas and sold bunnies to my grandmother on a steady basis for a buck a piece. I was making REAL MONEY selling the pelt, selling the meat...added to my store of cash made by trapping to buy my first car.
 
My first kill was a huge bodied buck with only a fork horn rack on him. It was the 1st or 2nd week of Bow season and I was out for my 5th day of hunting EVER. I was hunting alone in a tree stand and was slightly instructed on things by my father-in-law during the months leading up to my first season of hunting. This buck came out of no where and stopped to eat some apples and I drew back with my bow and took my shot. I took the shot and he was only 10 yards from my stand, I ended up spining him so he dropped like a stone. Heres the funny part, I was soooooo excited that I tried to climb down with the bow still in hand and safety belt still hooked to tree. I then realized what was going wrong and and unhooked saftey hook and tried to climb down again with bow in hand, I hooked back up, pulled up my string and lowered my bow, then again, tried to climb down while being hooked up. It was a total cluster f$&k LOL.

When I FINALLY got back on the ground, I could see the deer was still alive and wanted to put another arrow through the vitals, guess where my quiver full of arrows was...... up my tree hanging on a hook...son of a .....you get the idea LOL. So I get my arrows (during my brief introduction on how to hunt safely, I was told never approach a downed deer unless I was sure it was dead, which this guy was not) and I out a broad head through the vitals, I honest to God said out loud "Sorry buddy but your dinner". I then RAN though the bush to my car and called the wife to tell her. My next call was to my father-in-law to have him come help me out. He was at Timmies with the other guy that got me into hunting. I had the mother-in-law look up the phone # to the timmies location and called them to ask if I could speak to one of their customers, the chic says NO we cant allow customers to use our phone. So I started up the firebird and hauled ass across town to find the father-in-law. Had I been stopped, it would have been for one hell of a speeding ticket. I get there, and sure as ####, him and Lenny are just hangin out. In the end, I was excited to gut him, but was pushed to the side while Lenny did the dirty work and told me to pay attention.

It was an AWESOME experience, one of the most amazing ones I have had so far in life!
 
Waaaaaaaaay back in the single digit years and before even contemplating tugg'n the weenie, I had a magnifying glass and
chased the ray oh sun light on them there ground critters.
Get them warm and watch them speed up.
The beetles were the bestest.
Snap Crackle Pop........oh wait, that was me mourning cereal.
 
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