squirrel was sitting in snow. Put one shot in his heart-lung area, never moved. Since then i've hunted everything indiana has to offer, including frog, crow, deer, turkey, woodcock and lots of others.
My first kill was a Fox squirrel with a .410 shotgun. I was so jittery that hunt I had already missed a couple others. But he sure did taste good and self satisfaction was even better.
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Mine was a grey squirrel. I had just went out my back door to go into the woods with my pellet gun and it was just sitting there on my back fence... bang!
Probably a squirrel with a .22LR, but the first one I can actually remember was a woodchuck taken at 100 yards with a .22 Hornet rifle and a 10X Weaver scope.
2nd day of rifle, up on a ridge on public land with my pop, in northern, wi. just settled in behind my rock, say a few words to myself about not freaking out and there he was, a spike. The 99 300 savage barked and he was down. hooked on deer.
My first kill was a starling in the backyard, with many to follow.My first hunting kill was a small whitetail doe. It was bitter cold in Upstate NY, and just before sunset.I had been out all day and was tempted to quit, but I was in a good spot and I knew I'd never shoot a deer warming up in the car.
I am sure I had some before, but the first I remember was squirrel hunting with my father. We were sneaking very slowly through the woods listening and looking for squirrels, when suddenly, my dad told me to stop. I stood dead still, ignoring the close trees like he taught me, looking for squirrels in the farthest branches I could see. I didn't see anything. Slowly, he pointed to a very young deer (never knew the sex) not more than 15 yards away, completely oblivious to us. It was just grazing as if we weren't there. We stood still and silent for what seemed like an eternity to a 10 year-old, until the deer finally wondered away. About the time I was about to let my guard down and start moving again, my father whispered in my ear that there was a squirrel in a tree so close I could have spit on the trunk. After an excruciatingly long time, I finally spotted the bushy tail, clinging to the main trunk, giving me a full view of his back. Ever so slowly, I raised my 20 ga. and squeezed. The load of #6 lead did one hell of a job on that critter, but you would never know it, as proud as I was to see it on my plate covered in gravy later that day. Later, my father mentioned that he told me to aim for the head at such close range, instead of the body, but I was too focused to hear him.
My first Kill was on Rabbits with an old used Win/Mod 12/16Ga Pump with 2.5/8" Chamber,Had to used Roll/Crimp Paper 2.3/4" Ammo till they stop making Roll-Crimp Ammo!
Not enough Steel on the Action to open-up to 2.3/4"??
Grey squirrel with a 20 gauge. It happened many years ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Man, I dealt those things heck in my youth. Now I hunt mostly deer and turkey but I'll pull out the .22 once or twice a year just to bring back old memories.
Mine was as a 12 year old ten minutes into my first hunt in the oak woods 100 yards behind our house. It was a fat grey squirrel and 30 some years later, still one of my most memorable hunts.
For my first kill I saved up my Christmas and shed hunting money and bought an H&R topper 20 ga. shotgun. My dad took me rabbit hunting the same day. I shot six rabbits, two of which coming from one shot. My youngest brother came along and I let him think he shot a couple of em with his daisy. I was eleven. One of those memories that'll stick around forever.
My first kill was a 6 point buck. It was my first time ever deer hunting and he ran right in front of me. He stopped and was showing me broad side. I took the shot and turned him into some amazing jerky.
My first Kill was on Rabbits with an old used Win/Mod 12/16Ga Pump with 2.5/8" Chamber,Had to used Roll/Crimp Paper 2.3/4" Ammo till they stop making Roll-Crimp Ammo!
Not enough Steel on the Action to open-up to 2.3/4"??
I am sure I had some before, but the first I remember was squirrel hunting with my father. We were sneaking very slowly through the woods listening and looking for squirrels, when suddenly, my dad told me to stop. I stood dead still, ignoring the close trees like he taught me, looking for squirrels in the farthest branches I could see. I didn't see anything. Slowly, he pointed to a very young deer (never knew the sex) not more than 15 yards away, completely oblivious to us. It was just grazing as if we weren't there. We stood still and silent for what seemed like an eternity to a 10 year-old, until the deer finally wondered away. About the time I was about to let my guard down and start moving again, my father whispered in my ear that there was a squirrel in a tree so close I could have spit on the trunk. After an excruciatingly long time, I finally spotted the bushy tail, clinging to the main trunk, giving me a full view of his back. Ever so slowly, I raised my 20 ga. and squeezed. The load of #6 lead did one hell of a job on that critter, but you would never know it, as proud as I was to see it on my plate covered in gravy later that day. Later, my father mentioned that he told me to aim for the head at such close range, instead of the body, but I was too focused to hear him.
Probably a squirrel with a .22LR, but the first one I can actually remember was a woodchuck taken at 100 yards with a .22 Hornet rifle and a 10X Weaver scope.
2nd day of rifle, up on a ridge on public land with my pop, in northern, wi. just settled in behind my rock, say a few words to myself about not freaking out and there he was, a spike. The 99 300 savage barked and he was down. hooked on deer.
squirrel was sitting in snow. Put one shot in his heart-lung area, never moved. Since then i've hunted everything indiana has to offer, including frog, crow, deer, turkey, woodcock and lots of others.
My first kill was a Fox squirrel with a .410 shotgun. I was so jittery that hunt I had already missed a couple others. But he sure did taste good and self satisfaction was even better.
Knife Freak
Mine was a grey squirrel. I had just went out my back door to go into the woods with my pellet gun and it was just sitting there on my back fence... bang!
My first kill was a starling in the backyard, with many to follow.My first hunting kill was a small whitetail doe. It was bitter cold in Upstate NY, and just before sunset.I had been out all day and was tempted to quit, but I was in a good spot and I knew I'd never shoot a deer warming up in the car.
Grey squirrel with a 20 gauge. It happened many years ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Man, I dealt those things heck in my youth. Now I hunt mostly deer and turkey but I'll pull out the .22 once or twice a year just to bring back old memories.
Mine was as a 12 year old ten minutes into my first hunt in the oak woods 100 yards behind our house. It was a fat grey squirrel and 30 some years later, still one of my most memorable hunts.
For my first kill I saved up my Christmas and shed hunting money and bought an H&R topper 20 ga. shotgun. My dad took me rabbit hunting the same day. I shot six rabbits, two of which coming from one shot. My youngest brother came along and I let him think he shot a couple of em with his daisy. I was eleven. One of those memories that'll stick around forever.
My first kill was a 6 point buck. It was my first time ever deer hunting and he ran right in front of me. He stopped and was showing me broad side. I took the shot and turned him into some amazing jerky.
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My first kill was a small red squirrel last fall. It darted into its hole and me and my dad had to wait it out.
squirrel was sitting in snow. Put one shot in his heart-lung area, never moved. Since then i've hunted everything indiana has to offer, including frog, crow, deer, turkey, woodcock and lots of others.
My first kill was a Fox squirrel with a .410 shotgun. I was so jittery that hunt I had already missed a couple others. But he sure did taste good and self satisfaction was even better.
Knife Freak
Mine was a grey squirrel. I had just went out my back door to go into the woods with my pellet gun and it was just sitting there on my back fence... bang!
Probably a squirrel with a .22LR, but the first one I can actually remember was a woodchuck taken at 100 yards with a .22 Hornet rifle and a 10X Weaver scope.
Grackle(like a small crow) in the back yard at 30' with a daisy BB gun. One shot.
2nd day of rifle, up on a ridge on public land with my pop, in northern, wi. just settled in behind my rock, say a few words to myself about not freaking out and there he was, a spike. The 99 300 savage barked and he was down. hooked on deer.
My first kill was a starling in the backyard, with many to follow.My first hunting kill was a small whitetail doe. It was bitter cold in Upstate NY, and just before sunset.I had been out all day and was tempted to quit, but I was in a good spot and I knew I'd never shoot a deer warming up in the car.
...which was locked anyway.
I am sure I had some before, but the first I remember was squirrel hunting with my father. We were sneaking very slowly through the woods listening and looking for squirrels, when suddenly, my dad told me to stop. I stood dead still, ignoring the close trees like he taught me, looking for squirrels in the farthest branches I could see. I didn't see anything. Slowly, he pointed to a very young deer (never knew the sex) not more than 15 yards away, completely oblivious to us. It was just grazing as if we weren't there. We stood still and silent for what seemed like an eternity to a 10 year-old, until the deer finally wondered away. About the time I was about to let my guard down and start moving again, my father whispered in my ear that there was a squirrel in a tree so close I could have spit on the trunk. After an excruciatingly long time, I finally spotted the bushy tail, clinging to the main trunk, giving me a full view of his back. Ever so slowly, I raised my 20 ga. and squeezed. The load of #6 lead did one hell of a job on that critter, but you would never know it, as proud as I was to see it on my plate covered in gravy later that day. Later, my father mentioned that he told me to aim for the head at such close range, instead of the body, but I was too focused to hear him.
my first legal animal was a pheasant when i was 12...excellent day in the field with good dog work from my brittany, we hit our limit that day.
My first Kill was on Rabbits with an old used Win/Mod 12/16Ga Pump with 2.5/8" Chamber,Had to used Roll/Crimp Paper 2.3/4" Ammo till they stop making Roll-Crimp Ammo!
Not enough Steel on the Action to open-up to 2.3/4"??
Red squirrel...missed it 4 times because I was so excited I couldn't keep the gun steady.
Grey squirrel with a 20 gauge. It happened many years ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Man, I dealt those things heck in my youth. Now I hunt mostly deer and turkey but I'll pull out the .22 once or twice a year just to bring back old memories.
Mine was as a 12 year old ten minutes into my first hunt in the oak woods 100 yards behind our house. It was a fat grey squirrel and 30 some years later, still one of my most memorable hunts.
a little female gray squirrel with a .117 pelet gun, and im still hooked on huntin em limb rats
For my first kill I saved up my Christmas and shed hunting money and bought an H&R topper 20 ga. shotgun. My dad took me rabbit hunting the same day. I shot six rabbits, two of which coming from one shot. My youngest brother came along and I let him think he shot a couple of em with his daisy. I was eleven. One of those memories that'll stick around forever.
My first kill was a 6 point buck. It was my first time ever deer hunting and he ran right in front of me. He stopped and was showing me broad side. I took the shot and turned him into some amazing jerky.
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My first Kill was on Rabbits with an old used Win/Mod 12/16Ga Pump with 2.5/8" Chamber,Had to used Roll/Crimp Paper 2.3/4" Ammo till they stop making Roll-Crimp Ammo!
Not enough Steel on the Action to open-up to 2.3/4"??
I am sure I had some before, but the first I remember was squirrel hunting with my father. We were sneaking very slowly through the woods listening and looking for squirrels, when suddenly, my dad told me to stop. I stood dead still, ignoring the close trees like he taught me, looking for squirrels in the farthest branches I could see. I didn't see anything. Slowly, he pointed to a very young deer (never knew the sex) not more than 15 yards away, completely oblivious to us. It was just grazing as if we weren't there. We stood still and silent for what seemed like an eternity to a 10 year-old, until the deer finally wondered away. About the time I was about to let my guard down and start moving again, my father whispered in my ear that there was a squirrel in a tree so close I could have spit on the trunk. After an excruciatingly long time, I finally spotted the bushy tail, clinging to the main trunk, giving me a full view of his back. Ever so slowly, I raised my 20 ga. and squeezed. The load of #6 lead did one hell of a job on that critter, but you would never know it, as proud as I was to see it on my plate covered in gravy later that day. Later, my father mentioned that he told me to aim for the head at such close range, instead of the body, but I was too focused to hear him.
Probably a squirrel with a .22LR, but the first one I can actually remember was a woodchuck taken at 100 yards with a .22 Hornet rifle and a 10X Weaver scope.
2nd day of rifle, up on a ridge on public land with my pop, in northern, wi. just settled in behind my rock, say a few words to myself about not freaking out and there he was, a spike. The 99 300 savage barked and he was down. hooked on deer.
a little female gray squirrel with a .117 pelet gun, and im still hooked on huntin em limb rats
My first kill was a small red squirrel last fall. It darted into its hole and me and my dad had to wait it out.
squirrel was sitting in snow. Put one shot in his heart-lung area, never moved. Since then i've hunted everything indiana has to offer, including frog, crow, deer, turkey, woodcock and lots of others.
My first kill was a Fox squirrel with a .410 shotgun. I was so jittery that hunt I had already missed a couple others. But he sure did taste good and self satisfaction was even better.
Knife Freak
Mine was a grey squirrel. I had just went out my back door to go into the woods with my pellet gun and it was just sitting there on my back fence... bang!
Grackle(like a small crow) in the back yard at 30' with a daisy BB gun. One shot.
My first kill was a starling in the backyard, with many to follow.My first hunting kill was a small whitetail doe. It was bitter cold in Upstate NY, and just before sunset.I had been out all day and was tempted to quit, but I was in a good spot and I knew I'd never shoot a deer warming up in the car.
...which was locked anyway.
my first legal animal was a pheasant when i was 12...excellent day in the field with good dog work from my brittany, we hit our limit that day.
Red squirrel...missed it 4 times because I was so excited I couldn't keep the gun steady.
Grey squirrel with a 20 gauge. It happened many years ago but I can remember it like it was yesterday. Man, I dealt those things heck in my youth. Now I hunt mostly deer and turkey but I'll pull out the .22 once or twice a year just to bring back old memories.
Mine was as a 12 year old ten minutes into my first hunt in the oak woods 100 yards behind our house. It was a fat grey squirrel and 30 some years later, still one of my most memorable hunts.
For my first kill I saved up my Christmas and shed hunting money and bought an H&R topper 20 ga. shotgun. My dad took me rabbit hunting the same day. I shot six rabbits, two of which coming from one shot. My youngest brother came along and I let him think he shot a couple of em with his daisy. I was eleven. One of those memories that'll stick around forever.
My first kill was a 6 point buck. It was my first time ever deer hunting and he ran right in front of me. He stopped and was showing me broad side. I took the shot and turned him into some amazing jerky.
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