First Buck-lets see pics or hear stories!!

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Obviously, we all had our first buck, whether we were 10 or 50, the excitement is always the same! I'm also sure this year will put some smiles on a young hunters face after they connect with their first. Let's hear some stories about your first deer, pics if you have!
 
My first buck was a 19" 4x4. I missed the first shot at him at about 70 yards, settled down, and got him on the second shot. Eastern Montana prairie country with my Dad, Mom, and sister along for the hunt. I thought I was pretty cool getting a 4-point for my first deer.
 
2001, I was 21. Before that muzzleloader hunt I had always done archery (unsuccessfully). It was an 80 yd broadside shot, first shot at a deer with anything other than a bow. Dropped him in his tracks. Southern utah muzzy hunt.
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I was 12yrs old, the leagal age to hunt deer in Ca. my mom and dad and I were driving up this road and acorss the draw was a little forked horn browsing along. I got out using my .308 BLR and commenced to fire at this deer never hitting it. The buck never ran in fact he continued to feed, when my gun was empty my dad handed me his rifle and two shots later I hit the buck and killed it. It was a little Blacktail forked horn, but I tell you this I will never forget it, ever.


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I had to talk my cousin into taking me on the monday after the opening. i promised him that one of us would get a buck. we got to my spot and i told him to sit on a rock far far away from me. i knew he would not see a deer. i went about another mile down this canyon and set up 300 yards from where the bucks would usually feed out. long story short, 300 yards and an excited phone call to my dad, ended my hunt. it took all day the next day to haul him out. 26 wide 3X4


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I remember the hunt when I killed my first deer like it happened last week.. I was 15 and went with my Dad and Uncle on a deer hunt to Colorado in 1966. We ran in to a couple of local guys in Steamboat Springs that invited us to their elk camp up from Oak Creek if we would help out with food and expenses. They had horses and a great camp set up at 10,000 ft.. beautiful high county. We were not doing well where we were deer hunting so my Dad jumped at the offer. He and my uncle both bought a elk license which turned out to be a very good decision as they both filled their tags. The buck I shot was a 22" wide 5x4 and I hit him in the neck at 200 yards while he was running and rolled him.... PURE LUCK.. I was just trying to hit the deer. He was bedded down when I jumped him at about 30 yards but by the time I got off the horse he was out there going through the trees whe I too the shot. I still shoot that same Winchester model 70 (270) that I got for my 12th birthday. I remember we did not see many deer up there but my Dad killed a big 6x6 bull and my uncle got a nice 6x5 bull. The guys that took us up there were not in to horns and killed both cow elk as they prefered them to eat.. but they also killed two huge mulies, one was a high heavy horned 4x4 and the other a big 4x3 which made my buck look small. I have never been more proud of a deer than I was with that buck I shot. We lost touch with these to guys over the years but I don't think I ever met nicer people, To invite some out of staters to their camp and only ask to help out with expenses.. Well that would never happen now. Hard to imagine that happened 41 years ago but I will never forget that trip as long as I live. I will post some of the old back and white photos and if I still have some here at the house.
 
LAST EDITED ON Sep-12-07 AT 01:16PM (MST)[p]I can't find the field pics or the pics of me w/it but here mine is. These antlers went to college with me and everyone always did this with them. Can't quite tell, but it's a nice little 3 point.

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My first deer was taken on opening day of my first hunt. I was 14, and we were hunting some open sage/draw country outside of Monticello Utah. About an hour into the hunt, a decent 3X3 came out of the draw about 100 yards below us. I still hear it plain as day as my dad says, "There's your buck boys, plaster 'im." I take the shot, and the deer doesn't react. My brother shoots and the deer still doesn't react. Long story short, my brother and I both emptied our guns without hitting a deer standing broadside downhill at 100 yards. As we're trying to reload, and my dad is laughing his ass off, the deer makes a big circle up around us and goes up over the rise. We hear one shot and a Yahoo! Now my dad has to sit down because he's laughing so hard.

For the next hour, I'm getting well-checks from my dad to see how the 'buck fever' is feeling. Then, he lights up a cigarrette, and starts hacking and coughing nonstop for about 20 minutes. I finally get so mad that he's scaring all the deer away, I move down the ridge a few hundred yards. About 20 minutes later, I look up, and I see horns moving through the sage coming up out of the draw headed right for me. I wait 'til the buck gets to about 30 yards trotting right past me, and get this, Actually hit him!

The buck goes down, and I've got my first buck. A 3X2 Utah muley, and I couldn't have been prouder. To this day, my dad still cracks up when he talks about how many times we missed that first deer.

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I shot this nice buck the second or third week of my first hunting season. I was 12 years old and hunting with my dad in Eastern Montana. We were hunting a nice block management area and spotted him feeding in a little clearing about a half mile away. We snuck down into this draw and worked our way closer to the buck. My dad told me that if it was a nice buck we would try a shot on him. We got up to about within 325 or so yards of him and he had no idea we were anywhere around. My dad was glassing him and trying to figure out how to get closer. Me on the other, saw he was a good buck and so I was getting ready. I got a nice solid rest and took my old 6mm off safety and got ready to take the shot. I took a steady breath and let it out half way and sqeezed off a shot. The buck took about 6 steps and fell over, stone dead. My dad was really confused as he didn't know that I was taking the shot. Was pretty awesome though. We walked up on him and he is just about as perfect as you can get. In a few years he would have been a really nice buck. He was 23" wide and scored 145 bc. Not a bad first buck.

Matt

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