Do you remember your 1st deer

[ALAN]

hunt and gutting it?

[Stinger-Hunter]

Couldn't forget it if I tried. Camped out overnight, frozen tent when I woke up, buck following a doe, doe spotted me, buck hiding behind a tree, finally BAM. It is the buck all the way to the right (below).

Had no idea how to field dress a deer, wouldn't cut off the genitals - got help from some nice guys that were hunting - needed 3 guys to get him out. I ended up giving the mount to the guys that helped me.

Couldn't forget it - no way.

Edited October 28, 2009 by Stinger-Hunter

[Dakota]

Muley doe fawn bedded down...200 yard shot across a ravine...straight on (not broadside) neck shot. Dumped her in her bed. :gun2: Uncle showed me how to gut it and then we dragged her the half mile back to the truck through the rolling bluffs and hills along the Missouri River. To this day I'd much rather shoot a muley or speed goat than a whitetail. Still have her tanned hide on the hard-wood floor of my bed room.

Dakota

[arrow32]

Sure do like it was yesterday. Shot it with my bow it was a button buck. The gutting part didn't do it had to leave him over night and by the time me and dad found him the next day the coyotes had gotten to him. Man that seems like forever ago only been like 5 or 6 years I think. Was I pumped that day.

[wtnhunt]

Yep sure do. Still my best deer to date.

[RangerClay]

I remember every detail of that day 28 years ago like it was yesterday.

[fly]

I was 16 years old in 1987. It was my second year hunting and I was sitting by a pond just enjoying being outside. Then I heard a deer walking down a trail. I turned (aimed 12 inches low - because my shotgun shot 12 inches high) and BAM a perfect shot. He ran about 20 yards and crashed. I ran to him and found him on the ground still alive (it had been about 30 seconds since I had shot). The deer was nearly dead, but I chambered another shell and BAM! Sent another slug into his neck. He was still moving so BAM! A third slug under the leg and up into the heart. He stopped moving after that. My dad and grandpa came walking down the trail after hearing the shots. They were glad I got my first deer, but once they heard the story they just shook their heads.

[Jeramie]

Love the hightops Frank...

Yep, I hunted for several years and didnt have a clue what I was doing. I had shot at some before but didnt even come close.

Finally, during one rifle season I was hunting with my brother in law and his step dad. We came to a powerline clear cut. We were sitting at the top of a hill that is about 200' tall with a steep drop. While we were there sitting, waiting on the step dad, a buck ran out about 75 yards away and stopped in the clear cut.

My Brother In Law threw up the .308 but was to nervous to shoot (he hadnt killed one either). He kept shaking and about 3-4 seconds later I lifted the old 30-30. The buck was about to bolt so I squeezed the trigger. We never found blood and I was SICK about it. We started the 200 + Yard walk to the truck. Piled up not far from the truck was the buck. It actually made an easy drag. He was about 45 yards away from the truck.

[Texan_Til_I_Die]

1968, I was 9 years old. Big whitetail doe at 40 yards with the trusty ol' "thuty thuty." Still have the gun today.

[jesse8953]

1986, I was 12 years old .My 2nd mourning deer hunting I shot a big doe at 127 yards with my dads Remington 1100 20 gauge.She fell in a tractor path and my dads buddy got the tractor.He loaded it on the front loader and lifted it up so I could gut it.They told me what to do and I did the gutting.Both dad and his buddy had dry heaves as I gutted it.I didn't know dad & mom had it mounted for me untill we went to the taxidermist to pick it up.What a great memory!

[Tominator]

Is this a trick question?

Of course I do. November 5, 1989, around 8:30 a.m. Basically got dumped by my girlfriend of almost 2 years the night before, so feeling depressed, didn't get much sleep finally decided "she's not going to ruin my hunt..." Took off for Holmes county Ohio, got set up, less than an hour later.

Gutting it was an experience. I was alone, first time gutting a deer, but soon realized "this is just a big rabbit..." Was lucky enough to have a stream nearby so I was able to rinse the inside chest cavity. Dragging her over 400 yards was fun. Good thing I was only 26 and in pretty good shape.

[6sixpoint_nobrows]

Of coarse i do, and i still believe that deer was sent to me by the man upstairs. lol this deer had no business coming through where i was set up i just got lucky i guess. Anyways it was second shotgun season 2004. i was fifteen years old and still was learning, my dad was at work so i had to walk to the woods which i remember was never fun because from the house to my stand it was about a mile and half. anyways i got in the tree and remember sitting there thinking what a beautiful day it was for december the fourth. a few hours later i saw a bunch of doves spook out of a clearing and i was hoping that a deer had spooked them. sure enough this buck came walking out headed right for me my heart started thumping as the deer just kept coming to me never stopping and taking his time like they tend to do. as he made the 400 yard dash from where i first saw him it seemed like no time and he was twenty yards away, sun setting beating down on his body making him look almost red. he kept coming in till he was about ten yards under my stand. i stopped him and BOOM! i saw the hole open up right behind his shoulder i couldnt believe i made a good shot ( but from ten yards how could you not lol ) the deer ran about 30 yards and piled up. i have never been so stoked! i will never forget that day as long as i live. he was a good lookin six point with no brow tines haha. and a hoss of a body on him for how young he was.

[tp793]

Sure do. Was about 7 years ago in South Eastern Ohio during Muzzleloader season. My dad, brother, and I were standing as the rest of the guys were driving through a patch of thick woods. Took about five minutes before a yearling doe came running past me at about 15 yards. Dropped her with one shot and when I walked up to her she was still alive so I reloaded another shot and put it in her neck. The gutting was pretty funny as I had only met the guys that were there first about half an hour prior and I had never gutted a deer before. They told me to just "get in there and start cutting." Ended up cutting my thumb with my knife but did my best to hide it from them. That monster ended up weighing 63 pounds dressed.

[lil hunter]

I sure do remember it. Here's the original thread with pics. Of course i'm special and my first deer post got sticky'd for awhile so I got like a zillion replies. lol.

http://www.realtree.com/forums/showthread.php?t=26507

[wyohunter]

1981 i was like 23, this little buck ran by as my friend and i were antelope hunting, so i thought... oh heck its a whitetail.... my 243 fired and he fell...

[MichiganHunter]

OH ya, we were on a deer drive and I was stand near a fence post looking into/towards a large thicket. Then I hear something behind me and I turned around...nothing....so I look back at the thicket and hear it again....turn back around and there is a deer stand broadside with it's head down....I bring my gun up get the deer in the scope and thats when it happens....it's lifts its head to show a nice chocolate set of horns (not big but big for my first deer first day of deer hunting) I focus a little bit and pull the trigger...nothing happens...I think I pulled it like 5 or 6 times....Then I turned around and "hid" behind the very small fence post. i look the gun over to try to determine what is wrong...and then i figuer it out...I left the safty on..."FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK"....I click the safty off turn around expecting the deer to be well gone, but to my suprise he's now 20 yards away still broadside.....omg....I pull up take aim and DROP him strigh down...I turn to see my dad (like 130yds away) looking at me. I give him the thumbs up and he looks P!$$%&....once the drive was over, I walked to him and told him what was up and he was like..BS...I go no really it's right there dead....he wont listen, he assumes I just waisted bullets. Finally my uncle was like well lets go look just to be sure....we go to where I though the deer should be and it's not there...WTF...i'm looking around and cant find it(the area was like 3-4ft tall grass) dads like see I knew it and turned around and my uncle and I went 5 more feet and it looks like a paint can exploded...but we dont see the deer right away...then we find it under some grass...I grab the horns lift it up and show it to my dad....dad look at it and just shakes his head, he goes well you shot it now drag it over here....I can still see that deer standing there.

[Missed160]

1979 - first moring ever on stand, sitting with my dad, had never shot the gun, a 30 30.

We were sitting in a stand next to about a 15 acre clear cut, I saw the buck cross the about 200 yards away, to far to shoot. He walked the entire edge of the meadow and popped out on the road about 30 yards from the stand.

Little 5 point.

[hunterbobb]

It was 1975, I was 18 years old, it was my fourth year hunting. I was sitting in a tree stand which was a bunch of 2 X 4's nailed to a tree. (It was public land so this was illegal, but I was so dumb I didn't know that.) About 30 minutes before sun down I hear something walking up from behind me. At first I was mad cause I thought it was another hunter. Then a doe stepped out of the underbrush and walked right past me. I thought crap just a doe. Then out of no where a buck appeared. His nose was down and he was following the doe.I slowly rose my rifle and shot him. He was a 130 class.

I didn't have a job and my dad was too cheap to pay for a head mount so I just screwed the antlers onto a board. I still have them and I always saw I'm going to get a cape and have a head mount made. Still haven't done it.

:gun2:

[Airman312]

My first year of hunting with my father in law, shot a 5" spike and someone else did the dirty work for me. Had the spikes hanging from my rear view mirror for years

[coles]

I remember my first like it was yesterday also. It was 10 years ago almost to this day. I was 12 years old and my first deer hunt where i had the rifle and tag in my hands. Dad and I left for a friends property and on the way he told me the story of his first buck. We arrived at our friends house and waited for day light. We drove out to where they had seen the deer and spotted them out in a CRP field. We put a stalk on them and a took a shot and missed and spooked them. I was pretty down about it and Dad did his best to cheer me up. Our friend had a pretty good idea where they were goin and we drove over. We saw the buck walking through a pasture and put another stalk on him. We couldnt get any closer so Dad told me to take the shot. I squeezed the trigger and he humped up and started packin his right front leg. Both my dad and his friend thought that i had just broke his leg and we were goin to have to chase him everywhere. Just about that time he tipped over! They coudlnt believe that at ony 12 years old and my first big game animal, I had made a 350 yard shot with my 270! Here is a pic of him. 6x7 Muledeer Buck. Shot it opening morning and was back in time to go to church at 11am. I didnt have to gut it thought. Since it was my first one, my Dad did the gutting. I have done everyone since then.

[GWSmith]

I remember that afternoon in 1974 like it happened yesterday...next to each time my Wife goes hunting with me it is my best hunting memory.

[HeviShot]

I sure do,I was 10 years old.My dad and I were messin around the woods,and we jumped a small spike.It ran off about 30 yrds and turned broadside.My dad was carrying a sXs Fox Model B 12 gauge.He broke it open and slid in 2 loads of buckshot.He handed me the gun and told me to shoot it.I raised up the old gun and KABOOM!!!!!The little deer fell one way and I went the other.It bruised my entire shoulder and gave me a black eye,but I also got my first deer.I still have the gun.

[davetucker]

how could you forget!!I was nagging at my dad to go hunting!!He had to work that day and he was working as a skidder operator at the time! After enough he took me to work and i sat on the pile all morning like it was a tree stand or something and here comes dad waving like crazy,had me hop in the skidder and we went back in the woods and there he was 100 yrds down the trail just waiting for that 30-30 bullet!! 4 points 147 lbs and i was happier then a pig in a pig pen!!

[Ravin R10 man]

Back when I was 12, I was sitting on a fence line along an alfalfa field with my 30-30 watching for deer in the evening during rifle season. Daylight was fading fast when I heard a deer behind me in the leaves. I turned and swung my gun between the barbed wires and there was a spike at 10 yards, I fired, it went down, and then I was told I let out a war hoop the whole county could hear..my dad was in another field on our farm, and he came with a tractor that had a platform on it for the 3 pt hitch. Man, that was back in 1970

[tuffbuck]

He wasnt the biggest (165 lbs) but I was proud of him