Strange Kills?

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lets hear about the strage kills you guys have heard of or experienced, ill start with mine. i wounded a buck with a shot that would not have been fatal. i followed a blood trail. being a few drops and found that the deer had stumbled and fell.. lodging a large stick into its chest cavitey.. lucky.
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-02-11 AT 12:55PM (MST)[p] JUST LAST WEEK........TWO OF MY BUDDIES WALKED UP ON 4 YOTES....HE WAS TRYING TO LINE UP ON A YOTE.....THEY WERE LINE UP AND MOVING AROUND....HE SHOT KILLING 3 OF THEM........#4 GOT AWAY. I SAW THE PICS......FANCY SHOOTIN THERE TEX !!!!!...........YD.
 
Years ago, I took my father-in-law out on a late season doe hunt. He had the tag. We were driving along the highway before daylight. It had been snowing and the road was very slick. I came over a rise and a small group of deer were right in the middle of the road. I couldn't swerve for fear of losing control so I just tried to slow down and kept going straight. All the deer parted ways except on doe. She just stood there. Just before I was about to hit her she slipped and fell. The timing was perfect! Under the truck she went. The only thing that hit was her head against the front end gear box. It killed her instantly but didn't ruin any meat. My father-in-law said that was good enough for him. He tagged it, we threw it in the back of the truck and we were home before it even got light. Maybe not quite legal but hey, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
 
When I was 16 my brother and I were out hunting rabbits one cold January afternoon. He wanted to get a big jack-rabbit to do a jackalope mount with some 2 pt. sheds he had found. Well, the cottontails were slow and the jacks were jumping out ahead of us 50 yards before we could get to them. So we come up to this wash and he says, "I think I am going to shoot up in there to see if I can scare something up." So he shoots at the dirt and sagebrush and then says, "I think I hit something!" I called BS but he ran over to where he was shooting and sure enough, he had killed a big jackrabbit. he never did finish the jackalope though.

Then another time, we were hunting pine grouse and we flushed a covey of them and they flew everywhere, I missed of course on the two I was aiming at. He wasn't old enough to carry a gun yet so he was following behind me (I think I only had my pellet gun anyway actually) and this one hen flew right over my head directly to him. Well, he is carrying this stick and just out of instinct, he swings the stick at the dumb bird and impaled it right through the breast.

He was always lucky like that.

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11 jack rabits in 1 shot. was hunting jacks out west right before the deer rifle hunt i decided i needed pratice so i took the 270 out. was working a big walsh buddy on one side me on other about 150 yrds ahead of me this huge jack starts bounding over the sage brush not threw it over it. i fallowed it for about 4 bounds. then tutch 1 off. all i saw was the big jack spinning threw the air. looked like it blew apart as it spun. i walked up on it and counted 11 rabits. 1 big moma and 10 unborn mini rabits.
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-02-11 AT 04:55PM (MST)[p]First one we were mule deer hunting in south dakota and driving to an area to glass some more draws after a busted stalk, driving on some open grassland ridge tops moving toward the river breaks. A chicken flies up in front of the truck and about 3 seconds later it dropped like a rock out of the sky. I instinctively looked around for who shot but realized I had heard no report and all 3 of were in the cab. That bird flew so hard to get away from us it snapped its wing in half. Maybe injured in a previous year and not fully healed, but it was like God just smote that bird, crazy stuff.


I have been on 2 doe hunts in wyoming when I was a young pup where the hunter shot a mulie doe and walked up and found out another deer was behind the doe and the bullet went thru and broke its neck. In one case 2 does, in the other one a doe and a yearling.


I also have been on an early season teal hunt and seen a hunter drop 3 ducks with one shell. Makes for a quick day when the limit is 4!!
 
About 10 years ago, my dad and I drew really good buck tags here in Idaho. As I was still in school, I could only hunt on the weekends, and the first weekend of the hunt, my dad missed 2 different coyotes. Now, my dad is a great shot and it was surprising to all of us that he missed twice. On the way back to camp, we saw several crows on the far edge of this meadow, about 300 yds. My dad stops and says he's going to shoot at one of these crows and see if his gun is shooting well or not. So he gets a good rest, takes his time and touches one off. All of the crows fly, but a coyote comes running out of the tall grass just beyond the crows. Everyone else scrambles for their rifles and before anyone could shoot, the coyote just tips over dead. When my dad missed the crow, he shot the coyote that none of us could see.

Another time, almost the same thing happened to another guy while I was with him. We were changing water in the meadows and he sees a ground squirrel. He had his .44 so he draws and takes a shot. I can see something flopping around in the grass. I walked over and there was a 5 ft bull snake that was shot pretty close to his head. He missed the squirrel, by the way.
 
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Arrow through one back leg, straight though the sack and into the other back leg. Hit an artery and died within minutes. Arrow stayed in the sack.
 
When I was a kid of 15yrs many years ago my buddy and I would always go pheasant hunting after school. We had permission to hunt the neighbors field next door. That year every afternoon we would start out brushing the tall grass and a very smart rooster would jump at the other end of the field well out of range. That SOB would do that every day no matter how quiet we were while trying to get close enough for a shot at that smart bird.

On the last day of the season we started out and again that smart rooster jumped flying straight accross our sight line at about 150yds away. I said to my buddy...I have had enough of this sh&T so I pulled up and aimed about 50 yds infront of the bird and let her rip 12GA #6 shot. That phesant kept flying and it seemed like forever... but as luck would have it that phesant flew right into that spread out shot pattern... maybe only 1 #6 shot to the head or body but he came down. My buddy and I looked at each other and said "holy *&%#" and then we ran fast into the walnut orchard after that bird. Had to chase that bird down and wring his neck to finish him off. :)

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my brother shot a nice 4 point at 300 yds running through the head when he was 10 years old. first shot, first buck he had ever seen hunting. took him 15 years to shoot a bigger buck.
 
I was archery deer hunting and had a buck at 40 broadside and looking at me,at the shot he jumped the string and ran straight away.I looked at my pal and said I missed while I was talking to him he said he could hear so thrashing in the brush up ahead,we walked up there and he was stone cold dead.
I couldnt find any blood on the ground and no hole in the side of him it blew me away,while I was gutting him I found the shaft laying right along the spine in side him, it went in about a half inch to the side of his kazoo.
 
The first year I ever duck hunted my buddy and I sneaked up on this slough. All we saw was a single mudhen. My buddy wanted to shoot it but it wouldn't fly. I picked up a rock and told him to get ready. I threw the rock and hit it dead center and killed it.

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I saw a rooster pheasant fly the gauntlet of about 6 hunters emptying their guns only to hit a power line and die.

"In the breast of every meat hunter there beats the heart of a secret, frustrated trophy hunter."
 
Once several years ago on a warm summers day, a young man armed with a 44 Mag S&W pistol, was attempting to shoot a crow off a fence post from the seat of a moving vehicle. His first shot was close but missed, never one to give up, the young man fired the remaing 5 shots at the crow as he began to fly away and laughed out loud at how badly he and missed. I can still see the smile on the face of his cousin that was driving, I can also remember how quickly his smile was replaced by a face filled with horror. Turning to look for what was responsible for such a scare, the young man saw in the distance the dying thrashing body of "Ever Ready".... Ever Ready the bull.....the neighbors bull....the neighbors bull that was standing in the field behind the crow that was standing on the fence post that was being shot at by the young man.

My name is Son I am that young man.
 
D@mn guys, those are some great stories!! I wish I had one that could compare.

Best I can think of right now is when me and a buddy were about 12, we came across a 5' rattler in the road that was about as big around as your closed fist. We killed him with some rocks and cut of his head...no big deal. Well anyone that's ever killed a snake knows that they move around for a while afterward, and as kids we liked to poke around at it and make a headless snake move. Well, I was leaning over the truck and poking it with a stick when all of a sudden it sprayed something all over me! It smelled TERRIBLE and I was kind of freaking out because I thought it was poison! :D Well it clearly wasn't poison, and I'm guessing it was just piss. So I guess I now have the reputation of being pissed on by a headless snake! :D
 
Quite a few years ago a few buddies and I were hunting mulies I had tagged out on day one and so did one of my friends, both small four points. The other friend had not had any luck.... he did not see one deer for the first 5 days. We decided to go to another area and in transit about a mile from camp he yells deer. Hit the brakes and he jumps out. The buck was not big, a three point, He shot and the buck went down. Now the shot was about 190 yards and the buck was walking away from us. When we walked up on the buck my buddy slit the throat and as we were standing there we started to notice no bullet hole any where. We search the hide as we skinned it but no bullet hole. We laughed that he had given the buck a heart attack. The next day we were looking at the rack and right at the base near the growth plate was a bullet hole. We think that he knocked the buck unconcious and killed it when he slit the throat.
 
Last winter I was feeding hay and a rooster jumped up and flew out of the hay barley stack. He was flying pretty fast when he hit that powerline and broke his neck. Feathers everywhere!!

Had a cow die a month ago and there were 5-7 coyotes at the carcass everytime I went by there. Finally took a gun and walked out to the creek to see if I could get a shot at one. 3 ran off and I blasted one then turned on the other 2. Only got one of them, but I hit him far back and his butt dropped. He started dragging himself in circles. About this time the cows take notice and run over to investigate. 8-9 of them surrounded the yote and it bit one on the nose, then all heck broke loose. The cows were mauling the coyote and jumping/kicking it like they were running through a bonfire. The cows finished him off and stayed tight just in case it tried to take off. Next day I looked it over and they really did some damage to that thing. Nothing but a bag of broken bones. Cows got their justice in the end.
 
Ha ha great stories! keep em coming! When I was about 12 I rode my bike around shooting stuff with my sling shot. Practiced alot at shooting bottles out of the air. Once hit a pheasant I jumped out of the air and hit a dove forty yrds away on the power line. You could see the rock arch before it hit... could never duplicate those shots I'm sure.



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My dad once told me of a deer hunt he went on when he was younger. He said they jumped a buck in some tall grass and it was jumping straight away from him. So he timed his shot and pulled the trigger. Well the deer disappeared and they ran up to see where it went and sure enough he had dropped it in it's tracks. Weird thing was is they couldn't find a bullet hole anywhere even after skinning. Upon further investigation they found that the bullet hit him right in the backend bullseye hence no entrance hole.

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LAST EDITED ON Dec-02-11 AT 11:34PM (MST)[p]i took my 11 year old boy to nebraska on a deer hunt this year he shot a 7 point the first day and on the 2nt day we were pushing some thickets i told him to stay at the top and if a dear came out that he wanted to shoot he could. so i pushed the thicket and herd a shot. he ran up to me and said he had shot at a buck but had missed. we walked over the ridge to make sure he had missed and the deer was buck was dead in the field. i know a lot of guys dont like long range hunting. but my boy also shot a doe at 532 yards with my 7mm mag topped with a huskemaw scope. sounds like a far shot but with that set up its not that difacult .
 
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Few years back I was hiking up a steep hill and came across a very big 5x3 muley. I came up on him at less than 10 yards and nearly parallel, I took three shots at the buck with my bow and missed all three times. Went back to camp later that day and was able to hit the bullseye with my 20 yard pin every shot.
Should've just threw the damn arrows at him, worst case of buck fever ever!!!
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-03-11 AT 00:19AM (MST)[p]Back in the 60's, my grandpa, who was a mason, was working on a project out of state for much of deer season and he only had one Saturday to hunt. They were living in SLC at the time and traditionally they hunted the Bookcliffs but with only one day, it just wasn't worth the trip out there. So, he headed up to East Canyon and found a good opening in the trees to watch for a while. He was known for his propensity to take a nap anywhere so it didn't take him long before he was out. Well, soon he woke up to some sound behind him but he wasn't alarmed and just held really still, whatever it was was very close, he could hear it breathing and smelling him. He very slowly turned his head and all he could see was antlers - big antlers out of the corner of his eyes. A big buck had snuck up behind him while he was sleeping with his rifle across his chest. He eased the safety off his rifle and did the only thing he could think of, with one swift motion he half turned and fired at the general direction of the buck without even shouldering the rifle. Big buck down!! Dropped him like a ton of bricks. Well he took the buck home and my dad and uncle convinced him to enter it in the big buck contest. He was reluctant but he did it and he won! The prize that year was a rifle or a tent or something. He didn't even really care. Didn't ever attempt to mount it either. The rack was just laying around in his attic for years until it was destroyed in a fire. Truly a shame. He never had it measured but my dad said it had to be pushing 200.


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Back before time began(1958), I grew up in a small town in Utah. There were pheasants everywhere and I have stood in one spot and shot my limit of pheasants(three birds). I doubt you youngsters can even understand what I'm talking about.

We had an Irish Setter (hunting breed not show breed) and after getting off of the school bus, my mother told me that our dog had been sitting on point for over 1 1/2 hours across from our house, so I got my shotgun, went to where he was pointing, flushed and shot a rooster. I really don't think my friend bought the story about the time, until that day when they were hunting with me. We had two dogs that day, ours and my friends. We were hunting a very heavy river bank (Irish Setters are for open fields - right). Anyway, we had hunted approximately 1/4 mile and could hear the dogs down in the bottom going thru the willows, weeds, and grass. When we got to the end where there was an opening, there was my friend's dog, but not ours. I had to go back to the point of beginning where the dog was pointing into a willow patch. I got down and kicked the patch until my leg about fell off, thought he had treed a mouse. In looking closer, someone had shot a rooster and it was dead and was located in the middle of a willow tree where no one could have found it. To make the story better, he pointed two more roosters where the friend's dog had just pass thru.

The best story I can come up with is river jumping five mallards, shot three shots, got five mallards, zero got away and all were flying. Shot three the first shot.
 
Years ago one of my buddy's shot two ducks with one shot. The teal he was shooting at, and a widgeon that was traveling in the opposite direction across the decoys.
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-03-11 AT 01:06PM (MST)[p]Watched a herd of cow elk running in circles in a mountian park for about a half an hour,a very tight circle.I had never seen anything like it,it was like a circus act,they were doing a figure 8 routine creating a dust cloud like a construction site.Took me about 2 hours to cross the canyon and get to the park,when I got there ther was no sign of the elk but there was a rather flattened cartoon character looking bobcat pressed into the ground at the center of their figure 8.
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-03-11 AT 06:21PM (MST)[p]Just this year, I hunted a week in the Idaho backcountry for a good buck I'd scouted, never having a chance in the five days I hunted.

Got to the truck with the horses about 10:00 PM, and headed for Idaho Falls. About 20 minutes into the drive came over a rise and 6 or so deer stood in the road. Pulling a 4-horse trailer, there was no stopping (only going about 30mph) so I lined up the truck as best as possible and just as I got to them, they split allowing me room. One 3 point buck was standing in the borrow pit and when the herd left the road he ran into the road and hit my brush guard flipping him down the side of the truck taking out my door.

I stopped and went back. Blood everywhere, but he made it off the road. I'm sure he died.

I guess mine is more ironic than strange.

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About fifteen years ago my brother and I were hunting a river near our home. We had seen piles of ducks landing in a area of the river. We crouched and got right up on them. We both counted to three and stood. I shot two shells and my brother the had shot the same when I grabbed his gun and told him to stop shooting. After my second shot I seen alot of birds falling. The believe the limit was four a piece back then. After grabbing all the birds we could find we were one shy of our limit. Seven birds with four shots!

Due to housing and city ordinances now we can no longer hunt that river. Too bad my boys can never have the fun I had so close to home.
 
I got 2 white tail does with one bullet this year, and my uncle shot a doe on the run last year with his bow. it went in one ear out the other. dropped so fast he didnt even realize he hit her.
 
back in 1969 my dad and i were coming home from deer hunting.it was after dark going down the higway.when a two big four pointers ran in front of the truck .i missed both of them. but a third buck ran into the side of mytruck ,breaking his neck. he was the biggestof the three at 26 wide 20 tall. the best road kill i ever ate.....
 
When my dad was younger he used to have a short barrelled shotgun that he would twirl along his side under his armpit with his finger in the trigger guard, GUN EMPTY OF COURSE.

My uncle, dad's little brother was entertained by this and asked him to do his little routine. Dad knew the gun was empty and was going to mess with his little brother by twirling the shotgun around then pointing at little bro and pulling the trigger like they were in some sort of shotgun showdown. Stupid, I know but they were just kids. In the middle of the routine a bird flew by and dad shouldered the shotgun and killed the bird.

That bird saved his brothers life. Lesson learned, the easy way thank god. A gun is always loaded...always.
 
my dad said about 15 years ago on the opener of the rifle he was driving the roads and came across a group of bucks. he pulled up and shot. no movement no nothing. he assumed he missed and shot again at what looked like the same buck but about 20 yards above. and dumped it. it was a good 150 inch four point he was happy but right after he got done gutting it he started to drag it back to the truck and came across a 160 inch 4 point, he quickly realized what happend he didnt miss the first. he talked my aunt into throwin her tag on one of the 2 bucks
 
Once had a flock of geese come in and dropped 4 with one shot. Bad thing was the one I shot at was crippled and the other 3 were stone dead
 
This past September we were doe antelope hunting with some friends of ours and I cant remember what happened to one of our friend's rifle. He either dropped it or by misatke moved his scope of. Any way his scope was off. Way off. At that time he didnt know it was off and was stalking this little fawn doe antelope. He takes his shot at about 80 yards and misses like a foot low and 3 feet left. You could tell where he was hitting by the dirt poofing up where the bullet went. On like the 4th or 5th shot while the antelope was running I see the shot again low 1 foot and left 3 feet and all of a sudded the antelope dropped in full run. IT WAS A RICOCHET!!! the bullet bounced off a rock and killed the antelope. We even saw the entrance hole and the bullet went in sideways. He lucked out.
 
Was shooting gophers when I was little and pulled of a double bank shot. Gopher was standing in front of some old concrete stairs laid on their side. I shot and missed 4-5 inches right but the bullet deflected to the left and hit the stairs again and deflected again right into the back of the gophers. It was like a double bank shot into the back pocket.
 
Was hiking with a buddy one time. we stopped for a break and sat Down next to a cliff in the pines. I was watching a shadow of a bird going through the trees. the shadow seemed to pause and then I heard something falling through the trees. about fifty yrds away it landed. we ran to see what it was... it was a fox! red fox that was killed recently. no meat just fur. we assumed an eagle was cleaning its nest out. or aliens?




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One fall while staying with my Grandmother up at the Ranch, a Drake Mallard must have died of a heart attack as he was flying south for the winter. He crashed onto our old roof, the crash was quite loud. I plucked and cleaned the bird and there was no evidence of pellets or any other abnormality. The Ranch is a good long way from any wetlands and we could come up with no other reason for him dropping in as he did.

We thought it very strange indeed!

Joey


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In our younger days we used to be goose hunting fanatics. Not usually with decoys. We would follow them, watch them land, and then figure a way to crawl, and I mean crawl, into them. On one hunt we slithered down a muddy ditch and got so close to the feeding geese that I could hear them swallowing. I could peak up through the grass and look them in the eye! When we came up and the smoke cleared, we picked up the geese and headed home. As I was cleaning one, the only thing I could find that killed it was the plastic wad that wraps around the BBs. It was inside the chest cavity, right between the heart and the lungs. No BBs, just the wad. I told you we were close!

One other story. I was bow hunting deer on a very windy day. I spotted a big 4 point, bedded in some quakes. I lined up a tree so it was right behind his head, making it hard for him to see me. I kept sneaking closer and closer. When I got to within about 10 yards I realized there was quite a few limbs in the way from a bush he was laying up against. I decided to move as close as I possibly could. I ended up getting so close that I just threaded to arrow between the limbs, about 6 inches from his chest. The arrow hadn't even left my bow before it stuck him.
 
General deer, was going for a head shot and missed assumably inbetween the ears, and he dropped instantly. Walking up on him no physical damage was present, no bullet no wounds, he had a heart attack or fainted or narcolepsy or something so a quick shot to the neck insured he wouldn't attack me once I penetrated with the knife.

Best day of handgun shooting. Was looking for impossible shots just to waist some time and have a little fun. 9Mm hipoint semi auto. Stuck a little dot sticker on a 1/4in branch and stepped out 25 yards, BAM first shot nailed the sticker and the branch falls to the ground. Later that day was driving the dirt roads and spooked some grouse up one perched aprox 50yds away BAM it falls spooking another one that perches aprox 75 yards from me BAM miss BAM and then he falls. I find both, the first hit just above the breast in the neck the second hit right through his back, no meat damaged on either. Felt pretty high and mighty after that day :D
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-05-11 AT 04:27PM (MST)[p]When I was in high school a friend and I skipped school to duck hunt a local refuge... we knew it would be good because of the stormy weather that day. We decided it would be a crime not to go so we planned an escape and ditched class. The wind was howling that day. When we got to the place we instantly spotted a group of many ducks bunched up on a small opening of water probably 3 foot square in the ice near the edge of the water. There were probably 50 ducks in this tight little spot. It was so windy we hardly had to be very sneaky because it was so noisy from the reeds blowing in the wind and they were nice and tall for us... we managed to get 15 yards away and we both jumped up at the edge of the ice and emptied our guns. With 6 shots we killed 14 wigeon. Perfect number because sevens the limit. Glad it worked out so nicely because a Fish and Game officer watched the whole thing go down and checked us and how many we had on the way out. Quick hunt... probably was only at the lake only a half an hour but we still didnt go back to class even though we could have... ha ha

Another friend and I where jumping ducks in our high school days and he decided to try his pistol on some ducks this time and we jumped a few mallards and as they flew up he started firing his 9mm rapidly... He dropped one and then another and I was laughing so out of control I never could get a shot off.

One time I was chuckar hunting and a bunch jumped up and they where flying very fast, probably lead one four- five feet. I folded it up and it hit a bush so hard from how fast it was going it put a stick about an inch around clean through its breast on impact

I also was deer hunting one year and had an open sighted 270 win. I was using and I saw a pine hen in a tree at about 100 yards... dropped the bird and went up to it and it had been gutted perfectly... the guts were gone... just vaporized... and no meat damage to the legs or the breast. Very strange for me because Im normally a terrible aim! ha ha

Another year on the deer hunt on the last day and the last hour of the hunt I spotted a herd of deer and we noticed a nice buck in the group so me and my brother ran up and around a hill to cut them off and possibly get a shot off. We ended up getting probably 300 yards away. They were all standing on a side hill and there was a large buck with a nice rack and directly under him was another buck but it was a small 2 point. I aimed at the bigger buck above and down went the little 2 point under it. I was a little disappointed but still happy I got a deer that year! I actually gut shot that little 2 point and it was my first deer I had cleaned ever and my younger brother didnt know how to clean a deer so it was quite the experience learning how to clean a gut shot deer on our own. I almost threw up several times! ha ha
 
My dads friend last year was on an antelope hunt with his bow and he stalked a buck to about 50 yards and then it saw him so he stood up took aim and fired and he knew he wouldnt hit it but the antelope took off full speed sideways and the arrow hit him behind the ear and dropped him dead on the spot.

One time i was hunting prarie dogs with my bow and my dad was with me too and he shot at one at about 20 yards and literally took the skin off the top of its head and hung it on the hole. Me and my brother jumped the fence and killed it with a pellet gun.

And then this year i ricocheted a shot with my arrow off a pole into a prarie dogs head. killed it instantly. arrow was ruined thought. And my brother had to have killed 6 prarie dogs of bouncers with his 2.75" vortex broadheads. they would hit in front and bounce up into them they were like meat seeking missles.
 
I was hunting prarie dogs years ago with my 300 win mag. we were set up atop a hill about 125 yrds above the mounds. We had shot a few and were just about ready to go down and have a look when one more popped up to the side. I took aim and fired. I got scope bit. My brother said I missed and hit in front of him. I could still see the dust in the air. Anyway we walked down to survey the dogs. I went over to look at the hole where I shot at the last one and there he was dead with a pea sized rock on his head. Poor sucker caught the spray of dust and rocks!
 
First red rider me and my brothers would line up on our picnic bench in our yard and shoot sparrows off the telephone line about 30 yards we could see our bb's fly and we would adjust accordingly till we would connect with them (good times).

Neighbor kid (12)everytime he touched something you knew something was going to die. were all talking in the back yard and he hits a golf ball WAM kills a squirrel, retrieves his ball and prize hits it again WAM another squirrel. no kidding. we jokingly made him put the club down. Same kid me and his dad go fishing says HEY DAD CHECK THIS OUT!, casts his pole up in the air snags a seagull and starts realing it in flying it like a kite. Quickly dad runs over cuts line and lets bird go.

Kid when we are growing up is going to feed his cows kinda groggy from just waking up and onry dragging a bail of hay behind him with another hay string cow is biting hay pulling him back he picks up a rock (kiwi size) throws it at the cow, cow looks up at him tips over dead. 2 weeks later we go to a boy scout camp in coyote gulch and we are about 1/2 mile ahead of the rest of the group so we pause at a tree waiting for the rest to catch up and notice 2 large lizards at the top of the 40 foot tree. we start tossing sticks at them and they are slowly coming down the tree to avoid the sticks. Cow killer walks up we all tease him that he better not grab a rock or something will die, laughs as he picks up a stick, tomahawk throws it hits one lizard wraps around tree hits other lizard both fall dead. all of us stood in silence in awe, then laughed as he almost cried.

Neighbor is kinda over weight watches a fence line every year as elk leave hay fields and he shoots his spike as it lines up to jump the fence. Always has his 3 dogs in his truck and most avid gun man i know. Shoots a spike pulls up, dogs going nuts barking, elk jumps up gets tangled up in the fence as he steps out shoots it with his 9mm (has his concealed weapons always has it in the truck) 2 times 5 feet away skinning it no other wounds but the 9mm, closer exam (as similar stories here) perfect knotch in the horn elk was just passed out.

Dove hunting as a kid on a pond above my house as they would fly out of the wheat fields doves would try to land on the end of my barrel. limit out in 15 everyday of the hunt that year my dad said it reminded him of argentina looked like clouds of dove,taken some buddies up there and see a magpie way out there at the top of a dead tree i had taken my full choke by accident but it was needed for this shot i pointed 15 feet above that bird and plop... down it went my friends still talk about that shot.

one more, fox flat out running through my hay field grab first gun i can out of the gun cabinet (7mm) pull up boom took off the top of his head fromt he eyes up walk behind him as i saw something thrashing in the tall grass once he stopped and it was a field lion ( farrel cat) 2 chicken raiders for the price of 1 7mm bullet ... priceless
great thread brings lots of memories back and enjoy hearing them. like previously said some far fetched (probably as some of mine are to some)and some similar all good though
 
One time I actually stalked a deer without taking a 600+ yd shot. This hunt was also solo as I didn't have 12+ people out there with me looking for a deer. My camo also didn't cost more than my rifle yet to this day I feel like it was good enough.
 
That's weird me and a few of my friends were just talking about hunts we had like that wearing plaid shirts and black pants and no scent killer sprays and killing deer, bears, turkeys never had a problem filling tags
 
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land of swamp and jungle, some friends and I were out for a ride in a helicopter.

We spotted a carabao, packed to the max, trotting down a trail.

As per standing orders, we circled and made a pass over the beast of burden and I gave it about 200 rounds of .30 cal.

The 201st round expolded the critter into a million pieces and the blast almost blew the chopper out of flight configuration......scared the chit out of me and I have never shot another carabao since.

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

"If God did not intend for man to hunt animals, he would have made broccoli more fun to shoot"
 
This happened around 93 or so...

Opening morning I starting hiking well before first light solo. As I reached timber line the sun was not up yet. So I made myself at home under a tree. My old savage resting on a down log.
When I was finally able to see, sure enough there were elk. And lots of them (I had a cow Tag)
All I had to do is lay down and take the shot. So that's what I did. A 1 shot kill, so I thought. At that time we were still quartering are game.
When I reached her, I start the chore of cleaning and quartering. But this is were it get weird no bullet hole. No bullet hole anywhere. Not in her head, not in her neck and definitely not in her chest. Out of the 23 or so Ive killed, this one for the life of me I cant explain .

We ate her none the less..
 
True story. Badger runs across the road. My buddy shoots and I'm sure he missed but he said 'I got him.' I walk up to hole it went down and eased the barrel down in for a look. That pissed off thing came out and deep throated the end of the barrel and it went off. I had a badger head on the end of my gun.
 
Great posts, strange kills for sure. First buck I ever shot came about in a strange way. I took a shot on a 3x4 buck that was bedded down. The buck reared up like a stallion with both front legs reaching high in the sky and then tipped over. I thought I had a dead buck on the ground until I walked up on it and it bolted off running away from me up a hillside. As it was running away I noticed it was running on only three legs with one of the front legs up near it's head. I was able to run down the buck on foot and finished it off.

Upon inspection I discovered why it was running away so strangely. I must have had buck fever on my first shot as the bullet only slightly grazed the the buck through the face. The bullet went through one eye socket and out across the bridge of the nose. Somehow the buck then managed to impale his own front foreleg on a 12" G2 antler tine. The tine went right through the skin and the leg was completely immobilized buried all the way to the base of the G2. With his leg stuck in his own rack, it is the most bizarre thing I've ever seen. How it happened I will never know for sure but I think he must have somehow swiped at his own head after the shot blew across his face, all in the same motion of jumping up. In that motion he stuck himself.

Better to be lucky than good, right? I took pictures to prove it but that was in the pre-digital camera days and I have since lost the photos.
 
Deer hunting with a friend. We pulled the truck out on a point to eat lunch. Looked down along the creek in the bottom and a coyote was standing on the bank, broadside looking at us. We both aimed and shot, I shoot a 300 win mag he shoots a 300 wsm. Both of us had to have hit the same spot right under him. He took off running, we both missed him 2 more times and as we are trying to reload he stops, looks back at us. I threw up the scope to watch him fall over... With my curiosity I had to walk over. He had a tiny hole in the very bottom of his chest. Again my curiosity I cut him open and found a pebble in his chest...

Rabbit hunting with my cousin and best friend. My cousin has a 10-22 with 2 25 round banana clips. I'm on top of the hill along a draw we were walking. A jack took off about 5 feet from him and he opens up! Dust going everywhere! The rabbit runs out of the dust, drops into a wash and goes back behind us. We are teasing him for missing. I look behind us to see the rabbit jump out of the was 300+ yds down the wash. I raise my marlin bolt action open sight 22 and hold way way over him. The sound of the gun had dispersed, I hear a thud and the still running rabbit started doing summer salts! I hit him right between the shoulder blades!

I stole my dads semi auto 22 and was walking along the same wash with my buddy. A robin was flying down the wash and on the 7th shot I hit it out of the air flying past us.

I was watching tv and saw a dog out by the chicken coop. I stepped outside, there was a golfball on the table on the back porch. The dog was sniffing at thechicken run and I yelled at the dog. The coop is about 60 yards from the porch, I yell at the dog, it looks at me so I throw the ball at it and hit it between the eyes. It fell back on its butt and fell over... I thought I killed it... I was walking over to it and it got up and ran away, never to come back again!


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>Arrow through one back leg, straight
>though the sack and into
>the other back leg. Hit
>an artery and died within
>minutes. Arrow stayed in the
>sack.

JUDAS PRIEST Tater!

I hope you never decide to shoot me!:D

Hot Dog,Hot Damn,I love this Ameri-can
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-10-11 AT 06:25PM (MST)[p]"""I was watching tv and saw a dog out by the chicken coop. I stepped outside, there was a golfball on the table on the back porch. The dog was sniffing at thechicken run and I yelled at the dog. The coop is about 60 yards from the porch, I yell at the dog, it looks at me so I throw the ball at it and hit it between the eyes. It fell back on its butt and fell over... I thought I killed it... I was walking over to it and it got up and ran away, never to come back again!""""
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LMFAO!!
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-11-11 AT 00:31AM (MST)[p]I spotted a prarrie dog mound and got to about 200 yards from it. As I busted out the spotting scope I noticed that there were 5 heads sticking out of the same hole. One prarie dog ventured out of the whole and a big fatty was sitting right at the mouth and I decided he would be the best candidate to do some back flips. So I put the crosshairs right on him and purposely aimed a little low to try and pop him up. As soon as my .204 barked I noticed all of the heads sink down in the hole, but things didn't go as I planned the big fellow was still squirming and his little buddy who had ventured away from the hole was returning to safety as soon as the 2 met face to face I witnessed the chubby guy ripping the little man to shreds, screaming immediately ensued. The little guy eventually gave up trying to get in his original hole. As I approached the mound I discovered an expired fatty with loads of dirt packed in his eye sockets. I pulled him out of the hole to discover 3 other prarie dogs that suffered from the spread of rocks and debris from my 32Grain Hornady.... 4 dogs with one shot and 1 that got away.....

As kids, me and a friend used to play on some bales of hay at my grandpas house. We used to have some geese that would fly low and land in the feild just below the hay bales. One day we hid in the bales and jumped out right before the geese would land in an attempt to touch them... As a flock came in we came amazingly close to touching one particular goose and watched it fall out of the sky immedately afterwards. When we went out to the field to check it out it was dead as a door nail.... Literally scared it to death.

While rabbit hunting a friend and I jumped a jack and it stopped at less than 10 feet in front of us thinking that we couldnt see it. My friend had time to say "oh you gotta be kidding me" out loud and then fired a shot with his .233 That shot was impossible to miss and the rabbit went down. We noticed a hole in his chest and looked at the brush above him and his heart had been removed from his chest with surgical precision and was beating at it hung in some sagebrush...

While shed hunting I watched a herd of deer. A train was approaching and as it came in their proximity it wailed on its air horn. The horn caught a doe by surprise and it took off stotting in a panic towards a river bank. It took one big bound and landed with all four legs in some deep mud and did a face plant. It's two front feet got stuck in the mud and its rear feet were kicking and flapping all over and her head was submerged in the river. I immediately descended from my high vantage point to get down to her, but she was on the opposite side of a decent sized river. By the time I figured out how to get accross to her she had expired by a long shot. She must not have seen the steep drop off of the river bank or realized it was there while she was in mid air.
 
Amazing to read, Spirit! Many years ago, I did almost the same thing, as a young hunter. I was shooting at a large jackrabbit, and when I got to it, the count was incredible...ten minature rabbits, fully developed!
 
i was bow hunting deer,my brother in law was hunting with me.
i stalked one side a finger of trees and he took the other side.it was about 300 yards wide.
i saw a blue grouse and thought "Yummy"
i drew back and shot the arrow passed right threw.
it took off flying threw the forest and left me thinkin" How do i blood trail that"
i looked for it quite a while and finally gave up.
when i got back to the truck there was my buddy with a grouse.
he said he heard a rustle in the trees and got ready to draw when this bird came flying right at him, he was about to duck when the bird fell he knew something was wrong when it landed on its back at his feet kicking its legs in the air.
 
>Amazing to read, Spirit! Many years
>ago, I did almost the
>same thing, as a young
>hunter. I was shooting at
>a large jackrabbit, and when
>I got to it, the
>count was incredible...ten minature rabbits,
>fully developed!


SPIRITELK & NVPete!

I wished you'd of never brought this up!

It's a shot I'm not too proud of but it happened to me too!

Nuff said!

Check your PM SPIRIT!

Hot Dog,Hot Damn,I love this Ameri-can
 
>Once several years ago on a
>warm summers day, a young
>man armed with a 44
>Mag S&W pistol, was attempting
>to shoot a crow off
>a fence post from the
>seat of a moving vehicle.
>His first shot was close
>but missed, never one to
>give up, the young man
>fired the remaing 5 shots
>at the crow as he
>began to fly away and
>laughed out loud at how
>badly he and missed. I
>can still see the smile
>on the face of his
>cousin that was driving, I
>can also remember how quickly
>his smile was replaced
>by a face filled with
>horror. Turning to look for
>what was responsible for such
>a scare, the young man
>saw in the distance the
>dying thrashing body of "Ever
>Ready".... Ever Ready the bull.....the
>neighbors bull....the neighbors bull that
>was standing in the field
>behind the crow that was
>standing on the fence post
>that was being shot at
>by the young man.
>
>My name is Son I am
>that young man.

Nice one Son!:D

I know a Guy that seen a Utah Condor sitting on a ledge as we traveled up the River Road!

The one Friend said to the other Friend:If that SOB is still on that ledge on the way back I'm gonna try him!

The one Friends starts laughing at the other Friend!(Like you're gonna hit the SOB at 75 MPH out the Truck window with a Revolver!)

On the way back down the River Road at 75 MPH the one Friend sticks the Silver 7 shot out the window,takes aim,Squeezes the Trigger,misses,The Utah Condor bursts in to the Air,the Friend revolves the cylinder & squeezes off at the soaring Utah Condor,down he goes,took him out of the air at 75!:D

I think we've all pulled off a shot or two in our day!:D

My name is ShowThemToMe,I may not be that Friend!:D


Hot Dog,Hot Damn,I love this Ameri-can
 
Not a hunting story, or even a game animal, but while putting the power lines back up in Ogden from the storm that hit Utah on the first of the month, while working in a backyard had a hawk being chased by two other hawks, coming in a hurry, well he must have misjudged the tree and clipped a limb tearing his left wing off his body. He landed about ten feet from me and found his wing in the other backyard.
 
Way back in the mid seventies I was working on a dairy farm as a young lad.One morning after spreading the lime in the milking barn I grabbed my shotgun and a couple of my beagles to do some rabbit hunting.The bulls were in the barn feeding so we headed into thier pasture after some bunnies.
When the bulls emerged from the barn they immediately chased my beagles out of the pasture then turned thier attention to me.When the procession of bulls reached me I had to fire a shot over thier heads to get them to stop!!I was backed up against an electric fence and the biggest,meanest,Bull in the pasture was 6 feet away blowing snot and pawing dirt!
Well, looking down I see a big rock so I ease down,pick it up,and toss it like a shot put at the Bull.It hits him between the eyes and sounds like a rifle shot!!
He just stands there and drools so I ease over the fence and skedaddle!

The next morning as I arrive at the farm I notice the Vet's truck in the yard.When I see the Farmer I say"Why is the Vet here?" He Answers"My prize Bull died unexpectedly last night and he is doing an autopsy. Needless to say I was scared to death of a lifetime of indentured servitude to pay for the bull but the vets autopsy was inconclusive and I didnt volunteer any secrets!!!!
 
When i was little my grandpa bought me a red ryder at the first of the summer and i shot birds in the field next to my house everyday ( best gift i have ever received ). One day i chased a robin from one patch of trees to another, i kept my eye on where the bird entered the russian olives, i crept up on the set of trees never taking my eye off where i last seen the bird. I stopped about 10 yards short of the trees scanned around and waited, when i saw nothing, from the hip i fired a shot into the trees hoping to scare something out..... i stood in awe as i watched the bird fall from inside the tree, i remember i looked around with the biggest grin on my face like, " Did you guys see that crap!" but nobody was there. I told my dad but i was in the childhood stage where your parents just say " Ya, sure ya did son" i actually just reminded him of the story the other day! Still have the gun

And then around the same time my dad built a potato gun, he pulled it out one night to show me and some of my friends, Well the flying ants had just hatched so the night hawks ( i think thats what they were ) were out feeding. Messing around i told my dad to try and hit one, he aimed straight up and the first shot he dropped one in mid air, and without taking a step he caught the hawk. Yeah i know its illegal all the way around but honestly... that doesn't happen
 
Hunting a clear cut in Idaho,I jumped a nice whitetail and shot.
Down it went. Couldn't find any bullet holes but one area under the belly where I grazed it with a bullet but it never penetrated. Upon skinning the animal is trachea was broke. In other words when I shot he jumped up and fell wrong and broke its neck.
 
I was on a cow hunt one year and right at sun rise two cows skylined on the hill maybe 500 yards out. We got off the quads and walked up the road to meet them where they would cross for a closer shot. My hands were so cold I couldn't feel them and was having a hard time keeping steady. I lined up on the cow and then moved the scope maybe 100 yards ahead of them and tried to keep it steady there till they moved into the scope.

They were getting close so I moved my finger to the trigger to get ready. I had no feeling in my finger and before they were even in the scope I accidentally touched one one off.

They moved into a small patch of junipers with open meadow all the way around. So I followed them in and caught them coming back toward me at 20 yards. I pulled up and at the last minute they went to the left around the juniper I was standing next to.

I took the shot just as they got behind the juniper. I turned around and followed the track to see if maybe I drew blood and nothing.

I turned back around and walked to where I shot and on the other side of that juniper there she lay. I had shot through the bush and hit her in the neck dropping her in her tracks.
 
Another time I was tracking a buck in my scope at 120 yards that was on a slow trot. I was locked on and just as I pulled the trigger he was behind a bush. I figured I had missed but went to look for blood and there he was laying behind the bush.
 
>One time I actually stalked a
>deer without taking a 600+
> yd shot. This
>hunt was also solo as
>I didn't have 12+ people
>out there with me looking
>for a deer. My
>camo also didn't cost more
>than my rifle yet to
>this day I feel like
>it was good enough.


You know....all of these are GREAT stories...why do you have to be an ASS...
 
About 15 years or so ago, my hunting partner and I were climbing a steep hill to bow hunt the other side. It was about 2,000 vertical foot climb so we had started the climb before daylight and just after daylight we both stopped to take a break and glass the top of the ridge we planned to hunt.

Just at this time about 5 bull elk came walking out of some oak brush and headed right for us. I was closest to the elk, so when they got within close bow range I shot the biggest bull. The others turned and ran back, not really knowing what had happened.

My buddy said he saw my bull go down and said lets go get him. I told him I didn't think the other bulls knew what had happened and that I thought he could sneak in and kill one while I raked and squealed a bit.

So I sat up and he snuck down and in no time I could the twang of his bow and he walked out with a big smile. I ask him if he hit it good and he said yes he poofed him. So we then went and got my bull and took care of it and then went after his, but there was only a few drops of blood that we could find so we mostly dry tracked him for about one hundred yards.

Then I looked down hill and could see the horns of his bull laying in the sagebrush some 30 yards away.

We hike down to his bull and it had green stuff coming out of its nose and mouth. I looked to see where he had hit it and found that his shot was low, the arrow had only nicked the back of his front leg. It was no worse than a small cut on a kids finger that you would place a band aid on and tell them to go back out and play.

I think the bull was chewing his cud when the arrow scared him and as he ran and tried to breath, he choked to death.

I wrote a story that published of that hunt in a bowhunting magazine and I named my story---"THE MORNING MURPHY SLEPT".

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL. BB
 
In the mid-70's I was trapping fox in west-central Minnesota. I had seen a good whitetail buck on a section that was all plowed except for a very small swale in the middle that was not able to be spotted from the road. Late in the day my two huntings partners and I walked out into the section and I saw a fresh large deer track headed into the swale. I was in the middle and they were on the sides of this small, maybe 1 or 2 acre patch of grass and a little bit of red willow brush. It was shotgun hunting only with slugs. As we get almost thru the patch I nearly step on a big buck that takes a giant leap thru the red willows where I can't see him. I pull up my shotgun and sprayed the red willows with 3 quick shots and I leap thru the brush and there lays a nice buck. My buddies come over and we are trying to see where I hit the critter and it starts to come to life real quick so I put one in its neck to keep it quiet. One slug had hit it in the horn and dropped it.

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Some of you may have met or known Manuel Escover, i got word that he passed on night before last in his sleep but this thread reminded me of a hunting party that i was invited to attend being his Son and i were best of friends.

Manual's Ranch spread out over several sections in the Livermore hills. Stan and i were in our early teens and had been camping at their old cabin, hunting horseback, and i had taken a good blacktail buck before the weekend when Stan's parents, they ran the Feed and Farm Supply in Livermore, and a couple others were to join us for the weekend hunt. Because i had already taken my buck, i was reduced to packing along a 22 Marlin semi-auto with a 22 type scope on it, when we all piled in the scout for a morning hunt.

We were way in the back of the property when i spotted a coyote bust up out of a brushy side-hill across the canyon from us. I baled out as did the others. Looking thru my scope, i put the running straight up and away coyote at the very bottom of my scope and touched one off to see where i was hitting. Now, believe it or not, i don't really care, by all our reckoning that yote was over 200 yds, closer to 300, but we all heard the hit and some said they saw hair fly off his head. The yote dropped on the spot and started tumbling back down the hill, back into the brush patch that he had busted out of.

I looked at them, everybody was looking at me, and i looked back down at that ol 22 in my hands. I had pulled off a quick lucky shot when it counted, with my best bud and some other older hunting guys, including Manual, that i respected very much, there to see it true enough. The rest of the story isn't so good. Almost getting up to where that yote had fell, and almost out of breath from running the whole way, all hell broke loose with maybe 15-20 shots being fired. Apparently, that 22 had what it took to knock that yote out silly but not enough to kill him. He came to and all the gang with their deer rifles couldn't put another bullet in him, dang if he didn't get away on us.

Rest in peace Manual! You were one of the best, kindest Men i ever met in my life!

Joey


"It's all about knowing what your firearms practical limitations are and combining that with your own personal limitations!"
 
LAST EDITED ON Dec-17-11 AT 08:39AM (MST)[p]A few years back I was night fishing on the bayou near Houma, La. I had one of them new lithium battery flashlights next to me while I fished. About a quater to midnight I got up to take a leak and while I had my back turned I heard a loud powerfull splash and then all went dark. I fumbled around for the light not finding it so I went home.
Later that fall a couple of friends, including Lesgo, and I went deer and gator hunting near my fishing spot. We all took huge gators and were mighty pleased. When I gutted mine out fell my lithium flashlight and of all things it was still shining bright. What was strange was Lesgo killed his gator on the first shot.
 
Overton, i don't know...are you actually trying to sell us on that Lesgo killed his gator on the first shot? :)

Joey


"It's all about knowing what your firearms practical limitations are and combining that with your own personal limitations!"
 
My grandfather lived on the shores of Salmon Lake in Western Montana in the 60's and had lots of problems with black bears. The bears used to sit outside the cabin and harass the family as they were leaving to get into the car. One day as the kids were headed to the car to leave for school a black bear stood on the sidewalk and would not leave them alone. My grandfather had tried to shoo the bear out of there, but it still held its ground. Finally gramps had enough and grabbed a lariat. He threw a loop at the bear and actually roped it. The bear took off on a dead run with my gramps in tow. Gramps put up quite a battle trying to get the rope to come off as he did not want to lose his new lariat. The bear had climbed up a tree and was not coming down. Gramps grabbed a small pine fence rail and used it to skillfully get under the rope arond the bears neck and loosen the lariat. The bear tried to back up and the rope came loose. The family left and when they came back the bear was gone. Crazy but true story from the good ole days.
 
When I turned 12, and being the 2nd son old enough to start hunting bucks, my dad didn't have but 2 deer rifles. So he traded a model 92 .25-20 he had (I wish he hadn't done that!), for an old "sporterized" model 94 .30-30. It had been made from old Long Tom with the barrel hacksawed-off and turned down on a lathe, and some "home-customized" stock work done on it, and it literally could not hit the broad side of a barn. So my brother & I took turns being stuck with it, instead of the Old Betsy 32 Special. When I was 14, we were hunting one Saturday with my uncle Gordon, who had to leave for work around noon. Gordon & I were separated from Dad & Gene, on a steep ridge, where Gordon told me to wait for them to come back down the ridge. He dropped off the ridge and out of sight; a little while later I see a doe come running over a spur ridge from down toward where he had gone. Being young and stupid (I have since gotten over the "young" part of that), I thought:" Well, there's probably a buck gonna come out behind that doe"! So, I take off at a dead run downhill, end up on a dozer trail ("a skid road which had been made for skidding logs down behind a Cat), and run 3 or 4 hundred yards for all I'm worth until I get down to where I think the doe crossed.

I see her tracks, and sit down on a berm of dirt on the West side of the skid road, and immediately hear something on the other side of the berm on the East side. About 10 feet, maybe 12 feet away! Then I see the tips of the rack of a 4-point come up about 2 inches. and stop. I start shaking. Then, it comes up so I can see about the the top 1/2 of the rack. Then I really start shaking. Then, the rack comes up just a little bit more, and kinda lays backwards a little, and I see the black of a bucks nose. Now, I am Really shaking!! Seemed like maybe a half hour later (but was probably 2 seconds), he raises up Real Slow, and I can see the tops of his eyeballs. But nothing I can shoot at!! Then he raises up really, really slowly until I can see his skull cap, the whole Gigantic Rack, and all of both of his eyeballs. I know he can see me now! So I hold right between his eyes, and Bang!!

The strange kill? Well, after the gun recoiled and I recovered a bit, I get up and peek over the berm, and he's laying there stone dead, shot right thru the neck! It turned out that he had, in addition to a normal set of eyeguards, a freak double eyeguard growing out the back of one antler, and the bullet had ricocheted off of that freak protrusion, and broke his neck as slick as ever you could imagine! Didn't break thee sskull cap, or ruin an ounce of good meat!!

Only buck we ever killed with that damned 30-30!
 
My fist buck was when I was 18. I was back in about 5 miles from the road in the middle of the day. It was the first snow of the year and very slick. I jumped some deer at close range in some mature Pine trees. There was a nice 24 inch wide buck standing in front of me at about 60 yards. When I shot my dads 30-06 he went down. When I walked up to him he had fallen down and his body had slid under a log but his horns would not fit under. His legs were staright up in the air and going a hundred miles and hour. I took out my knofe and cut his throat. I never found a bullet hole in him. The next time I shot the gun it was shooting two feet high and a foot to the left. One more story of lucky shots. I was Antelope hunting in Central Idaho. I was having gun trouble so I borrowed my friends 243, as he was done. On the last morning of the hunt I was driving down the road and looked up on the hill to see to small bucks. I thought man they are a long ways up there, so 2 feet over its back then I thought no shooting up hill so 3 feet over his back. Then there was about a 30 mph wind so I moved out about 3 feet in front of his nose and let her fly. He did a two legged stand and then went down. the shot went through its hart. Luckiest shot I have ever made.
 
I was Goose hunting with a friend of mine about 18 years ago up in Logan, UT. We had killed a few birds in the decoys on the ice but we still had a couple birds to go to limit.

We decided to walk up the river a ways where we saw some birds land earlier. As we are walking this lone goose flys by and he is a looooonnnggg way out. Definitley out of range, or so I thought.

My buddy decides he is going to give it a whirl. He pulls up and leads the bird a few feet and lets'er rip. He has time to pump another shell into the chamber and I see the Goose tumble deader than $&!*.

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. He stepped it off and it was something like 100 yards.

Well, he picks up the bird and carries it back and just about half way back the bird starts flapping, scares the crap out of my buddy, he drops the bird and the bird flys away like nothing was ever wrong with him.

My buddy didn't even get a shot because he was so shocked.

Only thing we can figure is he must of had a single BB hit it in the head and knock it out.

To this day we always joke about the long shots and how it only takes 1 BB :)


"The problem with quotes on Internet Forums is that it is often difficult to verify their authenticity." - Abraham Lincoln
 
A "kill shot" that wasn't...years ago now, my wife who was a novice hunter and I were hunting cottontails. I watched as she flushed a rabbit, and immediately shot. The rabbit cartwheeled through the air, while my wife, so proud of her shot, turned to smile at me, while the rabbit completed it's spin, hit the ground, and rocketed away!I can still see my wife's puzzled look when she turned back to find her quarry long gone!:-(
 

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