Q:
With opening day bow season for deer in sight, I began to ponder my greatest accomplishment in the woods ...
While in the woods huntin',what would you say is your biggest achievement or accomplishment to date?
Question by 2Poppa. Uploaded on July 31, 2009
Answers (18)
Introduced one kid to hunting which reignited grandpa. Now five of the grandkids are hitting the woods and sporting fields with their grandpa.
Instilling a love of the woods and waters in my kids.
I haven't really done anything that great. I would say some good things I have done are turning in those reched poachers and helping to manage the deer population.
During my 4-year tour (1986-90) at Eielson Air Force Base Alaska, I've been asked how many bears have I taken. I had hundreds of chances. I had my crosshairs on many with a round in the chamber of my 338 Win Mag with Nosler 250 grain partitions loaded at 2800 fps and a harvest ticket in my backpack. An easy one shot clean kill everyone. I never pulled the trigger though. Why you ask? The beauty and respect of one a Hunter to the other (the bear) perhaps? Most of all the cost of having it mounted I couldn't afford and I knew in the back of my mind that if I did pull the trigger, the hunt was over. I wasn't ready for the hunt to end, never. I wanted more days to hunt, just to be out there. Even if I came home empty handed, it didn't matter. The awesome power, to watch a Grizzly role rocks the size of my ATV like a basketball, hunting for rodents. I never have taken a bear until I moved back to Arkansas. Most of all, being alone on a mountain ridge, setting on a giant rock overlooking the endless landscape where perhaps no man ever walked. To watch a snow flurry on a far mountain ridge and feel the Lord setting next to me enjoying what God has made. I may have come home empty handed, but my mind is full of awesome memories it is a experience, I'll never forget!
But the most memorable days of hunting was with my Father!
I FEEL MY GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT HAS BEEN TAKING OUR BOYS OUT AND TEACHING THEM WHAT I WAS TAUGHT."OUTDOORSKILLS"HUNTING,FISHING.AND THEN SEEING HOW THEY DO WITH WHAT THEY WERE TAUGHT.ITS A GOOD FEELING WATCHING THEM SEASON TO SEASON.
if you are looking for an aswer about a good day hunting, those years when I was killing a lot of turkeys stand out with me. And any day getting the limit on what I was hunting. But no particular "day" comes to mind.
My old friend and mentor was 84 when my father brother and I took him deer hunting for the last time.He took his precious Pre 64 Winchester "Featherweight" .243. His handloads were Nosler 100 gr. partition. We put him on stand and worked a small piece that had produced many times in the past. After a 20 minute spell I heard two shots as close together as if a semi-auto had made them. We all when to the old man and he was hunched over a 4 point buck field dressing. The bullet holes were about 1 1/2" apart, dead center lungs. MY brother grabbed one antler and me the other and we started the drag out of the woods. As we approached a small field my old friend pushed my brother aside and took a firm grip on the antler and started to drag with me. He looked over at me and smiled as much as I ever saw him smile. I fought to keep the tears from my eyes. My greatest accomplishment was giving to one of the finest men I have ever known a last day with his passion.
Watching my kids harvest animals is more fun than shooting them myself.
my biggest accomplishment is just hunting, getting out in woods and put the tricks of the trade my father taught me to good use.
Guiding a kid to his first buck on the last afternoon of the season.
draging a deer out for a old hunter during gun season he was barly able to get him self in an out of the woods from the looks of him when i walked up on him with his oxegen tank straped around him . he thanked me and we talked a while i was impressed buy him loveing to hunt that much . i was told he passed on that december. i consider helping him my accomplishment.
Taking my Dad on his first elk hunt the year before he passed away 11 years ago. Pretty lame hunt since he was in poor health, but he loved the mountains and we saw some nice bulls and bucks that we didn't shoot.
Thanks guys-
A lot of great answers!
To answer my own question,was to instill the love of the land and huntin' to my oldest son,Raymond.
When I met his beautiful mom, he was already 8-years old and never had been huntin'.The first 10-times was like pulling teeth. Finally his mom asked,"why don't you teach him how to play soccer?"
Soccer?
I didn't know how to spell it let alone play it. Finally the boy started coming around as I bought him his own bow.He started scoring on does long before any of my man buddies.
Then he purchased his own .270 and became quite good and joined the ARMY as a sniper. So much for soccer ...
The second thing that may be worth noting, was I turned in several poachers from out of state. Several weeks prior to opening day gun season,I was about to buy some deer huntin'property,and was out walking the property near a fence-line.
I had camo on as I was walking, and heard several voices off in the distance on the adjacent property.They were on a logging trail that came near the huge oak tree where I was hunkered down.
One voice asked the price of purchasing Kentucky hunting liscense,as one of the older guys told him not to worry 'bout it, as no one, even the game warden ever came back here in all the years they had been deer huntin'.
After I heard their secret,I silently scooted on out of there notifying the DNR and the Conservation Officers. They asked me if I would be huntin' the adjacent land? I said no,but I was huntin' down the road 'bout a mile away.
Opening day, I took a drive to see if the poachers plans were still in effect. There were 5-vehicles parked with out-of-state tags. I slowly backed out and called the game warden,from a small grocery store.
There were 4-Game Wardens prepared for this escapade. I talked to one of the men that had a 2-way radio and I could hear all of the excitement as the poachers began their escape.
Of course 1-Game Warden was stationed at the vehicles,ensuring the poachers capture.
Like many, my greatest achievement has been introducing quite a few people of a large age range to hunting. Some people were at one point against hunting, and some had always wanted to, but never had the people or resources to do so, until they met me that is. I take great pleasure in guiding very new hunters to success and enjoyment. At this point, I think I enjoy seeing someone I have helped succeed more than I enjoy succeeding myself. Something I never thought possible, but it is actually more rewarding and feels so good.
Personally, I killed one of my wallhangers at 7 yards with a bow on the ground. No blind, no fancy scent eliminating clothing, nothing. Just me, skill, stealth, maybe a little dash of luck, cool nerves, and a mature whitetail buck with not much space between us. Now he is part of my decor, body, and spirit.
last season i had a 8 point buck broadside at 20 yards on the last morning of gun season. took the shot, downed the deer season over... Not quite.
As I was dragging mine out i came upon and older gentleman laying in the dirt on the path. asked if he was ok he said he was fine. As i was talking to him he was obviously in distress. i left the deer there and got him out of the woods.
later that day went back and retrieved the deer.
found out two day later he had heart problems and he had a heart attack on the way to the hospitial. he lived to hunt another day.
gg, you saved that man's life. That's a feeling very few men will ever know and should give you great pride. Kudos. He said he was "fine" but Denial is a symptom of heart attack, as well as shortness of breath, chest pain, feeling of impending doom ("i'm dying!") shooting pain in the arm, jaw and/or back, diaphoresis(perfuse sweating), to name a few. Recognizing distress early is key to survivability.
my first deer
I passed on an easy shot because the deer was on the edge of the mountain and if the bullet passed through the animal there was no telling where it would land. The easy shot wasn’t worth the risk.
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Introduced one kid to hunting which reignited grandpa. Now five of the grandkids are hitting the woods and sporting fields with their grandpa.
I haven't really done anything that great. I would say some good things I have done are turning in those reched poachers and helping to manage the deer population.
During my 4-year tour (1986-90) at Eielson Air Force Base Alaska, I've been asked how many bears have I taken. I had hundreds of chances. I had my crosshairs on many with a round in the chamber of my 338 Win Mag with Nosler 250 grain partitions loaded at 2800 fps and a harvest ticket in my backpack. An easy one shot clean kill everyone. I never pulled the trigger though. Why you ask? The beauty and respect of one a Hunter to the other (the bear) perhaps? Most of all the cost of having it mounted I couldn't afford and I knew in the back of my mind that if I did pull the trigger, the hunt was over. I wasn't ready for the hunt to end, never. I wanted more days to hunt, just to be out there. Even if I came home empty handed, it didn't matter. The awesome power, to watch a Grizzly role rocks the size of my ATV like a basketball, hunting for rodents. I never have taken a bear until I moved back to Arkansas. Most of all, being alone on a mountain ridge, setting on a giant rock overlooking the endless landscape where perhaps no man ever walked. To watch a snow flurry on a far mountain ridge and feel the Lord setting next to me enjoying what God has made. I may have come home empty handed, but my mind is full of awesome memories it is a experience, I'll never forget!
But the most memorable days of hunting was with my Father!
if you are looking for an aswer about a good day hunting, those years when I was killing a lot of turkeys stand out with me. And any day getting the limit on what I was hunting. But no particular "day" comes to mind.
My old friend and mentor was 84 when my father brother and I took him deer hunting for the last time.He took his precious Pre 64 Winchester "Featherweight" .243. His handloads were Nosler 100 gr. partition. We put him on stand and worked a small piece that had produced many times in the past. After a 20 minute spell I heard two shots as close together as if a semi-auto had made them. We all when to the old man and he was hunched over a 4 point buck field dressing. The bullet holes were about 1 1/2" apart, dead center lungs. MY brother grabbed one antler and me the other and we started the drag out of the woods. As we approached a small field my old friend pushed my brother aside and took a firm grip on the antler and started to drag with me. He looked over at me and smiled as much as I ever saw him smile. I fought to keep the tears from my eyes. My greatest accomplishment was giving to one of the finest men I have ever known a last day with his passion.
Taking my Dad on his first elk hunt the year before he passed away 11 years ago. Pretty lame hunt since he was in poor health, but he loved the mountains and we saw some nice bulls and bucks that we didn't shoot.
last season i had a 8 point buck broadside at 20 yards on the last morning of gun season. took the shot, downed the deer season over... Not quite.
As I was dragging mine out i came upon and older gentleman laying in the dirt on the path. asked if he was ok he said he was fine. As i was talking to him he was obviously in distress. i left the deer there and got him out of the woods.
later that day went back and retrieved the deer.
found out two day later he had heart problems and he had a heart attack on the way to the hospitial. he lived to hunt another day.
Instilling a love of the woods and waters in my kids.
I FEEL MY GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT HAS BEEN TAKING OUR BOYS OUT AND TEACHING THEM WHAT I WAS TAUGHT."OUTDOORSKILLS"HUNTING,FISHING.AND THEN SEEING HOW THEY DO WITH WHAT THEY WERE TAUGHT.ITS A GOOD FEELING WATCHING THEM SEASON TO SEASON.
Watching my kids harvest animals is more fun than shooting them myself.
my biggest accomplishment is just hunting, getting out in woods and put the tricks of the trade my father taught me to good use.
Guiding a kid to his first buck on the last afternoon of the season.
draging a deer out for a old hunter during gun season he was barly able to get him self in an out of the woods from the looks of him when i walked up on him with his oxegen tank straped around him . he thanked me and we talked a while i was impressed buy him loveing to hunt that much . i was told he passed on that december. i consider helping him my accomplishment.
Thanks guys-
A lot of great answers!
To answer my own question,was to instill the love of the land and huntin' to my oldest son,Raymond.
When I met his beautiful mom, he was already 8-years old and never had been huntin'.The first 10-times was like pulling teeth. Finally his mom asked,"why don't you teach him how to play soccer?"
Soccer?
I didn't know how to spell it let alone play it. Finally the boy started coming around as I bought him his own bow.He started scoring on does long before any of my man buddies.
Then he purchased his own .270 and became quite good and joined the ARMY as a sniper. So much for soccer ...
The second thing that may be worth noting, was I turned in several poachers from out of state. Several weeks prior to opening day gun season,I was about to buy some deer huntin'property,and was out walking the property near a fence-line.
I had camo on as I was walking, and heard several voices off in the distance on the adjacent property.They were on a logging trail that came near the huge oak tree where I was hunkered down.
One voice asked the price of purchasing Kentucky hunting liscense,as one of the older guys told him not to worry 'bout it, as no one, even the game warden ever came back here in all the years they had been deer huntin'.
After I heard their secret,I silently scooted on out of there notifying the DNR and the Conservation Officers. They asked me if I would be huntin' the adjacent land? I said no,but I was huntin' down the road 'bout a mile away.
Opening day, I took a drive to see if the poachers plans were still in effect. There were 5-vehicles parked with out-of-state tags. I slowly backed out and called the game warden,from a small grocery store.
There were 4-Game Wardens prepared for this escapade. I talked to one of the men that had a 2-way radio and I could hear all of the excitement as the poachers began their escape.
Of course 1-Game Warden was stationed at the vehicles,ensuring the poachers capture.
Like many, my greatest achievement has been introducing quite a few people of a large age range to hunting. Some people were at one point against hunting, and some had always wanted to, but never had the people or resources to do so, until they met me that is. I take great pleasure in guiding very new hunters to success and enjoyment. At this point, I think I enjoy seeing someone I have helped succeed more than I enjoy succeeding myself. Something I never thought possible, but it is actually more rewarding and feels so good.
Personally, I killed one of my wallhangers at 7 yards with a bow on the ground. No blind, no fancy scent eliminating clothing, nothing. Just me, skill, stealth, maybe a little dash of luck, cool nerves, and a mature whitetail buck with not much space between us. Now he is part of my decor, body, and spirit.
gg, you saved that man's life. That's a feeling very few men will ever know and should give you great pride. Kudos. He said he was "fine" but Denial is a symptom of heart attack, as well as shortness of breath, chest pain, feeling of impending doom ("i'm dying!") shooting pain in the arm, jaw and/or back, diaphoresis(perfuse sweating), to name a few. Recognizing distress early is key to survivability.
my first deer
I passed on an easy shot because the deer was on the edge of the mountain and if the bullet passed through the animal there was no telling where it would land. The easy shot wasn’t worth the risk.
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