ParsonsOutdoors Posted June 9, 2005 Author Report Share Posted June 9, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... [ QUOTE ] Then he started to do the dance and crumbled. [/ QUOTE ] Don't you just LOVE the dance? I think that's the most coolest part of the bowkill. Their legs turn to rubber as they're trying to retain balance. JP Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
too_pointer Posted June 9, 2005 Report Share Posted June 9, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... My first was a large doe when I was 15 years old. I think the year was around 1969. Man, ( I feel old ) LOL. It was getting kind of dark, and I was up in a treestand. The large doe came in but wouldn't give me a better shot. I ended up shooting her between her shoulder blades as she was facing me eating. She went right down paralized in her back quarters. I didn't know what to do I went to get my buddy and told him I had one down but not dead. We went to my stand and as he pinned her down, I slit her throat. I wish I knew back then what I know now !! That was my first and the worse in many ways. too_pointer Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Straight Shooter Posted June 10, 2005 Report Share Posted June 10, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... It was the fall of 1994 in Selma, Ala. and I was on a one week bow hunt with 9 other guys. I was the only one out of the 10 that hadn't killed a deer with a bow. The first morning at 6:05, a I heard a snap and looked to see a buck standing at 27 yards. I stood and drew. Released the arrow and hit a branch. The arrow went right over his back. I thought I'd poop! LOL To my amazement, the buck started walking towards me and right under my stand. He stopped at 8 yards and I was all ready redrawn waiting on him. My 2115 Easton tipped with a 100 grain Muzzy, piled him up right there, after a shot between the shoudler blades struck home. I tried to do the dance, but my legs were like rubber and had to sit for the next 30 minutes before I could get down. That was my first bow kill and my first buck, I look at that buck everyday now(I got it mounted), it's not a monster 6 pointer. But, it holds some great memories for me. I killed a doe out of the same stand the next morning at 6:05. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swamphunter Posted June 10, 2005 Report Share Posted June 10, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... My first bow kill was in 1995 and was a button buck. I was hunting NY's 4 day early archery season and this would be the only day of it I could hunt due to work. There was a storm coming and this button buck came in and I actually let him walk the first time. After he went by, the wind was starting to pick up pretty good and it was beginning to thunder and lightening a bit. I was sitting in a large butternut tree in a metal chain on stand and was considering having to get down. I saw some movement through the brush coming towards me and soon was able to make out a deers outline. I told myself that whatever it was, if a shot presented itself, I was going to take it. I thought in my head, but what if it is that button buck? I told myself that if it was the button buck, and I had had already decided to take the deer, it was meant to be and I would do it. When the deer came in it was a button (I believed it to be that same one) and it walked directly under my stand while I contemplated if I really wanted to take it. As the deer continued past me, it stopped and gave me an excellent quartering shot and in 1 smooth motion I drew the bow, let the pin settle behind his front shoulder, and released the arrow. I watched the arrow impact the deer and it run off. I saw him fall about 25 yards away and that was that. I can't say that I didn't feel a bit bad and still don't like to take buttons, but I thought for sure it would be my only archery kill of the season. As it turned out, it was my only harvest of the entire season with any weapon! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhino Posted June 10, 2005 Report Share Posted June 10, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... I don't exactly remember the year but my first bowkill was here in Mississippi. I was hunting from a different tree that particular morning and saw a couple of does go to and feed under the same oak tree. I moved my stand over there and hunted it that afternoon. The 1st deer to come in to feed that afternoon was a big doe. It was pretty much a 10 yard chip shot too. Thank goodness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mach1 Posted June 12, 2005 Report Share Posted June 12, 2005 Re: Your first bowkill...When, where and about.... Election Day, Nov. 2000. I was in my second year of college and we were out of school. I lived at school, which was about 45 minutes from home, so I decided to hunt on my day off. I went home the night before and planned to hunt the next day. I woke up a little late and was worried that I might spook the deer going to my stand that I hadn't hunted yet because I was saving it until the rut. It was in a fencerow next to a CRP field. On one end of the CRP is a 20 acre overgrown pasture and on the other end is a small woodlot with a about an acre of overgrown weeds and brush in the middle of it. Behind me was a cut bean field. Next to the pasture was a picked corn field. My dad had seen a monster buck outside the pasture in the corn field every third morning on his way to work during the previous couple weeks. Wouldn't you know, but this happened to be the third day. It was a damp, cool, and misty morning. I hopped on my 4-wheeler and headed to my stand 3/4 of a mile away. I didn't need a light to find my stand because it was already light enough to see. I hopped up in the 8-ft. homemade wooden ladder stand and let things calm a bit. I had my rattling antlers with me so I gave them a little rattle and some grunting with my grunt tube. Nothing. I waited a bit and went through the sequence again. Nothing. About 7 am. I went through the sequence again. A couple minutes later, the buck my dad had been seeing stepped out of the pasture about 75 yds away. I couldn't believe it. He had the stiff-legged walk and his head was down and his necked arched. He was definitely looking for the intruders. The events couldn't have worked out more perfectly. He came directly at me and I could see that he was indeed a extremely big dude. I told myself, "Don't look at the head. Concentrate on the shoulder." He hit the fence row about 10 yds to my left and started coming parallel to it my way. As he got behind some brush I drew my PSE Nova back and waited for him to step into the opening less than 10 yds away! He hit the opening and my Easton aluminum arrow equipped with a NAP Spitfire was on it's way. Absolutely perfect shot I thought as he jumped. He didn't run after being hit, but proceeded on his slow, stiff legged walk. And after taking a couple steps the arrow felt out of the entrance hole. Well I knew that I had definitely hit him, but now I wondered if it was as good as I initially thought. I watched him melt into the CRP grasses less than 50 yds away. I waited for about 30 minutes or so to get down and check my arrow. I went to check the arrow and it was difficult to find in the tall CRP grass. I found it and realized I did hit the buck, but the arrow only went in about halfway before it fell out. The blood was a good color, so I was confident I had hit a lung or two and decided that I must have hit a rib or the opposite shoulder causing the arrow to not completely pass through. I started looking for blood, but it was very sparse. After about 20 yds it had completely dried up. I was sick to my stomach thinking that I may not find the biggest buck I may ever take. Luckily the buck had walked on a trail through the grasses so I kept following it hoping to stumble across the piled up giant. I followed it 200 yds to the woodlot and nothing. I thought "There is no way that deer went this far." So I turned around and started zig-zagging through the grasses. Got back to my stand and still nothing. Still sick to my stomach, I decided to hop on my 4-wheeler so I could cover more ground. I hopped on it and started through the CRP grasses. I had been riding a few minutes when I almost drove over my deer!! RELIEF!! EXCITEMENT!! I jumped off to hold the rack. Absolute giant 9 pt.. I couldn't believe that as a first year bowhunter I had taken this magnificent buck. Now it was time for the work to start. My dad had already gone to work and I heard the school bus go by on the road, so I knew my brother was now on it heading to school. Looks like I was going to field dress my first deer. I had left my backpack at my stand, so I walked back to it, leaving my 4-wheeler behind so I could find the deer again. I got about 35 yds from my stand, and there were 3 does stand right where I had shot the buck. I knelt in the weeds hoping that maybe I would get a shot at one of these does because I had an anterless bow tag left. They saw me and spooked, so I proceeded on to my stand. I got my bag and went back to the deer. I field dressed him, pretty good by the way for my first time, and tried to load him on my 4-wheeler to no avail. I decieded I would try to drag him to the grass road which was about 150 yds away. I tried and decided that wasn't happening either. Now I was in a dilemma. All my neighbors weren't home either so I had no help to drag this huge deer to a vehicle. I remembered that we had some deer drag sleds at home, so I rode home and grabbed one and went back. I got him on the sled and proceeded home. The only way I could go out of the field made my trip home almost 2 miles instead of the 3/4 of a mile. And it was on gravel roads. Oh well. I got the deer home and now had the task of loading it into the bed of my truck. After much work I got it in there. By now I was soaking wet with sweat and it had been 3 hours since I shot the deer. I went in and changed into some dry clothes and got a drink and cooled off. The temperature had now warmed near 60. After cooling off, I hopped in my truck and took the deer to my grandma's to show her. My uncle was there as well. Both were very happy for me. My uncle, who has a 188' deer to his credit, said my buck was one of the 5 biggest deer he's even seen in our area. They called my dad at work and said that I'd be over there to show him what I had. I got there and my dad and all the guys he works with were outside waiting for me. They all said the congrats and stuff. A couple of them were hunters as well and said they'd never seen a 9 pt that big. One of them took some pics and I took off to the check station. As I pulled in, one guy was leaving in his truck and immediately turned around when he saw the rack sticking out of the truck. He was from Pennsylvania and took some pics to take back home. He waited around to see how much my deer weighed. The people weren't at the checkstation because they were at lunch, but a couple ladies from the local paper were at a building next door and they came over and took pics for the paper. Well the check station people came back after a short wait. We got it checked and weighed. 247 lbs field dressed!! And to think, me who was all of 165 lbs at the time loaded that thing in my truck alone. I left the check station and headed back to my town to show my brother at school. I went in and got him out of class to show him and he couldn't believe it. I let him go back to class and I took off and took my deer to the processor to complete an absolutely perfect day in my hunting career. Here's by first bow kill. It scored just over 168'. 24 1/2' inside spread, brows both over 7' because they curve back, G2s around 13' or so, G3s close to 10' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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