What was your most exciting find while hunting?
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I found a gravestone which marked the burial place of a girl who had died when she was 14 or 15...I think in 1919, or perhaps the early 20's. It was in a cattle grazing area, in the middle of some brush and tall grass about 50' off the side of a logging road, several miles from the nearest dwelling in the area. With a bit of investigation...talking to older folks in the area, I found out that there had at one time been a sawmill and a small community near the site of the grave ( I recalled seeing the remains of a tumbled down log building nearby a few years earlier, but it had been pushed down entirely, and burnt in the meantime). There had been a school in the community, and as was usual at the time, the school teacher boarded with one of the familes. The girl buried there was one of the daughters in the family which boarded the teacher. She and the male teacher had a secret "relationship", and she became pregnant. In those days of course, that was a very shameful situation, not just for her, but for her entire family. The only way she saw to escape her predicament was to take her own life, and she shot herself. Somewhere in one of my old photo albums, I have several pictures of the gravesite, clearly showing the girl's name, and the dates of her birth and death.
Not hunting, but up fishing years ago in a boat with another buddy, met up with my dad and his buddy, they had found two nice ladies deciding to to catch some rays on the island, topless. So needless to say we had fished there for a while. Everybody seems to find older stuff, but when I was moose hunting last year, many times we drove up on shiny new yellow machinery just sitting there doing nothing. Seemed as though they were just abandoned.
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Once hunting in a large community pasture (20,000Ac+) in the middle of a large meadow, there was a very antique seed drill (used to sow grain crops). Steel wheels, wooden boxes, very old. This was at least 2 miles from the nearest road and the only way in was by foot. About 1/2 mile away I came accross a chunk of 18" culvert sticking up from the ground with the top open, concrete hand poured for about 4' circle around it. Obviously an old well, I dropped a stone into it and it fell for about 4-5 secs then a splash. I looked around at the wilderness I was in and shuddered at the thought of some homesteader trying to scratch a living out here. Home, family etc. Those old guys were tough!
Once hunting in a large community pasture (20,000Ac+) in the middle of a large meadow, there was a very antique seed drill (used to sow grain crops). Steel wheels, wooden boxes, very old. This was at least 2 miles from the nearest road and the only way in was by foot. About 1/2 mile away I came accross a chunk of 18" culvert sticking up from the ground with the top open, concrete hand poured for about 4' circle around it. Obviously an old well, I dropped a stone into it and it fell for about 4-5 secs then a splash. I looked around at the wilderness I was in and shuddered at the thought of some homesteader trying to scratch a living out here. Home, family etc. Those old guys were tough!
rideauwrangler
Regular
- Location
- Eastern Mor-Ontario
Great thread! I don't have a good hunting story (yet) and the only odd find I can think of was while deep sea fishing in St. Margarets Bay N.S.
I was jigging for cod/halibut and got what I thought was a huge strike, but sh!t, it was a snag! Fortunatlely for me I had 100lb powerpro on my rod and started working on it. Strangley enough I was able to bring in my line but with the most extreme weight I've ever felt on a fishing line. After what had to have been at least 15-20 minutes, and at this point my arms were killing me from bringing in at least 200' of line, a dam lobster pot surfaced! I figure the bouy line was cut by a rival fisherman. Unfortunatley there were no lobersters in the pot, only a couple sculpins!
I was jigging for cod/halibut and got what I thought was a huge strike, but sh!t, it was a snag! Fortunatlely for me I had 100lb powerpro on my rod and started working on it. Strangley enough I was able to bring in my line but with the most extreme weight I've ever felt on a fishing line. After what had to have been at least 15-20 minutes, and at this point my arms were killing me from bringing in at least 200' of line, a dam lobster pot surfaced! I figure the bouy line was cut by a rival fisherman. Unfortunatley there were no lobersters in the pot, only a couple sculpins!
While turkey hunting , near my hideyhole , about 50yd , was a fox den .
I found it rather amusing watching them play and try to stalk squirrel . I never did see an adult fox...but I'll bet they seen me.
They were there for a few days , until I nailed a tom and then they dissappeared .
I found it rather amusing watching them play and try to stalk squirrel . I never did see an adult fox...but I'll bet they seen me.
They were there for a few days , until I nailed a tom and then they dissappeared .
D&d
About 12yrs ago I was on a tour of D of D property in Meaford. I was shown several of the old houses from the early 40tys, now bombed out. And lo and behold some unexploded bombs!!!!! I was very carefull where I walked from then on. Also found a loaded 9mm sub gun mag and a knife.
About 12yrs ago I was on a tour of D of D property in Meaford. I was shown several of the old houses from the early 40tys, now bombed out. And lo and behold some unexploded bombs!!!!! I was very carefull where I walked from then on. Also found a loaded 9mm sub gun mag and a knife.
Was out hunting with my stepdad a few years back and we came across an old cemetary. The cemetary was for a small villiage on the paddle wheeler routes in the late 1800's - early 1900's. The town is long since gone and the cemetary was overgrown by the forest. Spent about an hour looking across the graves, the saddest part was that the maority of graves were for babies and young children. It was not too long ago when alot of the common ailments that would keep us out of work for a day would kill an infant. It was a sobering experience since I had a 2 year old at the time, I will never forget those childrens overgrown graves.
John
John
- Location
- Hillbilly shack in the boonies
I thought I saw a DNR person out in the woods once. I was wrong 
Frank
Deer management sucks in N.S. , The only changes are some people are finding new areas to dump their trash in the outback. The deer are way down in most woodlots . But in better numbers in farming areas. Gotta love those wood cutters that target food plots (oak) with no concern for the wildlife.This is of my opinion, and could be wrong, most times I am wrong about the DNR.
Frank
Frank
Deer management sucks in N.S. , The only changes are some people are finding new areas to dump their trash in the outback. The deer are way down in most woodlots . But in better numbers in farming areas. Gotta love those wood cutters that target food plots (oak) with no concern for the wildlife.This is of my opinion, and could be wrong, most times I am wrong about the DNR.
Frank
DragonFire
CGN Regular
- Location
- mid Canada
About 15 years ago while upland hunting near the Marchand area of Manitoba, my buds and I came across a piece of culvert pipe with a lid(about 3ft across) sticking out of the ground. Turned out to be an old fallout shelter left over from the 50s. It was attached to a larger culvert pipe about 20ft long which was about 10ft into the ground. There were 6 bunks and a table inside.
I do have pics of us inside the thing too, I just gotta find them.
DF
I do have pics of us inside the thing too, I just gotta find them.
DF
I found an old unopened bottle of wiskey in the fork of a tree a couple of years ago while I was hunting deer. The label was washed away, and the bottle was plain so I could'nt tell what it was. It was a pleasure to drink.
- Location
- Saskatchewan
DragonFire said:About 15 years ago while upland hunting near the Marchand area of Manitoba, my buds and I came across a piece of culvert pipe with a lid(about 3ft across) sticking out of the ground. Turned out to be an old fallout shelter left over from the 50s. It was attached to a larger culvert pipe about 20ft long which was about 10ft into the ground. There were 6 bunks and a table inside.
I do have pics of us inside the thing too, I just gotta find them.
DF
Wow! does that bring back memories! I used to hunt there all the time (I'm from not far away from there) and I remember seeing that with my Dad as a kid! Hope you can find those pics!
Thanks for the memories!
TFC
In November of '83 I found a brand new hunting knife (Othello/Wingen/Solingen) while helping drag a deer with my Dad in the Porcupine Hills west of Fort Macleod. It was my hunting knife ever since until last September when I lost it on the trail while hunting around High Prairie. I hope some youngster finds it and keeps it for another 20 years or more.
About 45 years ago(south of Dryden) I was running hell bent for leather over this big rock trying to head off a running deer . I got caught in some shale and was sliding down the slope of the rock . I looked over my shoulder(I had turned face towards the rock to try to find hand holds) and noticed a big ,yawning hole below me . I tried rolling away from my line of descent but soon hit the edge of the mine shaft . Lucky for me there was a bit of a flat spot/ledge around the shaft , enough to keep me from going over into the hole .Later,when I shakily crawled back to the edge , I dropped a rock down the 8-foot square shaft and estimated that the shaft was 80 feet deep to the water.JohnC said:
I notified/complained to the Lands and Forests but they just told me to stay away from there. A few years later a group of Boy Scouts fenced off and placed warning signs around quite afew of these abandoned mine shafts .
I didn't know the area well...certainly not enough to go running around like that .
a still, a pile of bright shiney .375 H & H cartridges in the middle of nowwhere. the weirdest was i was in a gravel pit way back in the bush one day. no one around, one way in, one way out. and found a smoldering blanket. had the uneasy feeling i was being watched, and decided to move on
With a friend, found a mostly fallen in/filled in soddy.
Poked around through the remains of the roof, into what was left of the living area and found an old US marked Springfield Trapdoor, cut down, with a hole drilled in the stock.
It appears to be one of the 1865 percussion models, converted to a Trapdoor.
The "Trapdoor" mechanism is stamped 1866.
Not much of anything else, but I still have the Springfield.
Sure wish it could talk.
Poked around through the remains of the roof, into what was left of the living area and found an old US marked Springfield Trapdoor, cut down, with a hole drilled in the stock.
It appears to be one of the 1865 percussion models, converted to a Trapdoor.
The "Trapdoor" mechanism is stamped 1866.
Not much of anything else, but I still have the Springfield.
Sure wish it could talk.
