Lets here some deer hunting stories

Anybody got any real good deer stories I would like to hear them. I love to read hunting stories it gets me more pumped for opening day. And it also brings back very good memories. So lets here tem stories.......

So, I thought about the many stories I have from deer hunting and figured I'd share one. Year is 1989 and I am 19 years old and a student at University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point. I don't have a car and find a ride to Stiles Jct with a guy I go to school with. At that time it was just my dad and I that hunted together. We hunted the Crivitz area and stayed at Shaffer's resort. It was nice to be back in this area and hunting the same land, place and stands that my father had hunted with his father when he was a kid. Saturday morning comes around and we make the long trek in the dark to the bottom of the hill to our spots on the edge of a swamp/stream area that has produced for my family in the past. About 9am I see a deer walking out of the swamp and see it is a spike buck. So I'm getting ready to shoot it when it gets closer and in the open. Rifle is on the tree just waiting and I hear something behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see a deer, but this one has a rack on it. I'm able to get turned around when it walks behind this big old maple tree and I'm going to shoot it when it clears the tree. I wait and it doesn't come out. I realize that it is walking away from me right in line with this big maple and I have no shot. As luck would have it he does turn and I take the shot. He rears up on his back legs and comes back down but I can see his left front leg flopping at the shoulder. I was concerned that it might be a long day of chasing it and I felt lousy. My dad comes over and I tell him what happened. I stay at my stand(we sit on the ground) and he goes to where I shot it. He doesn't find any blood but does find where the deer had pushed its way through the leaves. I go over to help look for it and as I'm walking up to him, he says "get out your knife". Turns out I punched the thing right through the shoulder breaking the leg and into the lungs. We are pretty excited as it is a nice six pointer which is better than anything we have ever seen up there. So, I go back to my stand and dad to his. A half hour later, I see a doe running about 100 yards through the woods..with a buck behind her. She stops in the clear, but hes behind a tree and all I can see is his head. He's a dandy and I'm trying to get a shot, but they take off running because he's got his nose up her rear end. 5 minutes later, he comes running her back but they never stop. I have to take a dump so I was going to walk in to the truck and get sleds we use for the long drag up the hill. I tell dad about what had happened and he hasn't been seeing much. So he goes to my stand and I go up to the truck. I come back an hour later and find that my dad's jacket is lying on a log next to my stand but no dad. The back tag is flipped over and when I get up to his jacket, I flip the tag and find its gone. I cant see my dad though. I whistle to find him and he sticks his head up over a dip in the swamp and tells me to come on down. I walk down and as I'm walking up I keep asking what he had. He says nothing at first, but then says "its bigger than yours." And it was. Hes got a 9 pointer down with about a 16 inch spread and 9 in brow tines. He said he thought he had missed it but it had fallen down the rise. Bar none the biggest to date for the two of us. So here we are with two bucks down, tags are full and its 1pm opening day. Turns out the land owner finds us dragging our deer to the jeep road to start the long drag up the hill. He says he will get his jeep and trailer and be down in a bit. An hour later we are riding up the hill with two dandy bucks on opening day. Was a great feeling driving through campus when he drove me back to school on Monday. We had two bucks on the top of the suburban and the heads were turning. The next year my dad ends up shooting a 140 class 10 pointer..but that's another story!

Here is a story from the 2013 youth hunt. My son and I sat in a stand in the morning of 10/5 and saw one solo doe and a doe with 2 fawns. They were in range (75-100 yards), but were moving too fast for him to get off a good shot. That evening we were in a ground blind on a hay field with corn behind us. We had a 3pt buck and several does out in front of us about 175-200 yards out. I was a little uncomfortable with him shooting at that distance, but then the 5pt buck in this photo came out 89 paces away. One shot and he ran about 10 yards before piling up. My son was so excited when we found him (he ran off the edge of the field into brush). He said "There it is", and I asked "What, more blood?"- "NO! THE BUCK!!" The next evening we were in the same ground blind and had two 1 1/2 year old bucks sparring out in the field in front of us, but his buck tag was already used. Then a doe and 2 fawns a came out and slowly worked their way closer. One shot at 129 paces and the big doe dropped in her tracks. We were both very excited again. Also, my son's friend shot 3 does. It was the first time she had ever hunted for deer. Several of the deer were donated to a family who is going through a hard time and they were greatly appreciated (hugs given out to all). The rest will be eaten by our families. We are keeping room in our freezer for the November gun season. Can't wait!!!

Brother shoots a buck and it runs towards the pond where it is thick. He waits for an hour, gets down and finds blood. Starts tracking it and decides he needs help. Get down, head over to the back side of the pond and he tells me to go to my pond stand as he can see the buck but can't get a shot at it as it is so thick. I get up in the stand and he tells me he is going to shoot. I hide behind the trunk and he lets loose with one. Then all of a sudden he lets out a blood curdling scream and I am like WTF? Starts shooting like he is Uncle Ted on the range and then yells here it comes! Buck comes out, and I put the finishing touch on it. Later find out that when he shot, the buck turned towards him and darn near ran him over. Still makes for good story 5 months later at the local gin mill!!!

This years opening morning a bigger 7 pointer walked out in front of me at 15 yards not 20 minutes after shooting time. I wanted to something bigger and about 2 minutes after this ten pointer came out at 20 yards and i let him have it. i watched him drop about 50 yards away from me so i got down to go gut him. as i was walking to my deer i heard my dad who was sitting less then a 100 yards away shoot 5 times. Turns out he shot an even bigger ten pointer. We both killed nice ten pointers before 7 o clock.

Were getting closer bout 6 months i need some hunting stories

This past year in late October, none of our stands seemed to interest me one afternoon. So I grabbed my climber and went to the skinny end of the property, where the wolf river bends towards the road and the fields....makes an awesome funnel. There is a stand in that area but I didn't like the wind. Well I found the perfect tree for the climber except the bottom was huge compared to the rest of the tree....that was a fun time getting the stand started. I soon heard the guy across the river rattling quite frequently, and I had saw several does. With about 20min left I made a few grunts and soon heard a deer following the "funnel " towards my position. I readied myself and soon had a nice 10 standing at the base of my tree, but behind me. He hung around for a few minutes but never offered a shot. I was trapped in the tree until well after dark. He had move about 50 yds away into the open river flat and him and another big deer stood 40 yds apart and staired at each other for a while. Being a full moon I could make out the outlines but no detail. I did mange to sneak out without them spooking, and that next weekend I saw that same 10 minus half of his rack....wonder if there was a scuffle that night?

It was a new year, and a new stand. In a old spot. One of my duck blinds sits on the trout stream that flows through our back yard. Sitting there in the fall is quite the wildlife show. Red fox, otters, and white tails kept my eyes busy while waiting for mallards and wood ducks to come in. The sounds of the stream fill my ears with that natural music that cannot be found any other place. The deer crossing is about 30 yards downstream from my duck blind. So I thought my duck blind might make for a productive deer blind. All in the name of equal opportunity, of course. Mary, my wife of 20 years, had noticed a buck strutting through the yard. Unusual. We usually only see does. So, for these reasons, I found myself sitting in my duck blind on opening morning of gun deer season. The plan was to use the stream as a shooting land and to drop the deer as they crossed. Scent control is everything is close shooting. My weatherby seemed almost the wrong gun for short range shooting. But it worked for bear hunting, so I figured it would do the job on deer. Opening morning was quiet. Too quiet, which gave me plenty of time to reconsider my stand selection. What was I missing on the farm ? Will my nonhunting neighbors make the noise that ruins my hunt? Will the clever bucks catch my scent and not cross the stream ? These were the thoughts going through my mind as the late afternoon shadows filled the woods and the long rays of the sun reflected off the surface of the trout stream. Then I heard a noise. My senses alerted and time stood still. It was not the sound of a deer. It seemed to be the sound of a frog as it jumped into the stream. But it was not a frog. It was the hoof of a buck, my buck as he stepped into the stream. We saw each other at the same time. He had silently approached the stream, covered by the shadows of the late afternoon and the thick tag adders that skirt the opposite shoreline. I put the crosshair on his chest as he took another step. My shot ran out in the quiet forest. He leaped across the stream and ran up the steep bank. I listened as he piled up in a bush. The silence of the forest resumed and the setting sun reminded me of how close I had come to the end of the day. Trouter

It was several seasons ago, but I remember it as if my gun were still dirty and the game pole straining under the weight of success. It was a white Thanksgiving and we were hunting on the family farm, trying to make best use of our time before the noon siren called us back to the main house for our Thanksgiving meal. Everyone had their own stand. My stand is closest to the house. It overlooks two fields split by a row of pines. My back is to the tree line and faces east. About 11 am, my ears told me that something was walking behind me. I remained still, hoping that it was not another squirrel. She was no squirrel. She trotted out into the hay field and stood broadside about 40 yards away. She stopped and stared at me with those doe eyes. "If you stand there any longer, I'm gonna shoot you" I declared. She stubbornly stood still, so I shot her. Double lung. She ran about 30 yards and went down. I field dressed the deer and drug it back to the meat pole. I washed my hands and found out it was time for lunch. Perfect shot and perfect timing. During lunch Dad asked what I was going to do after lunch. I proposed to take a nap, seeing I had my deer. "Go shoot another one" was his sage advice. So I did. It was a 2 deer thanksgiving. Trouter

November 13 day i wont forget kenosha county. Climbed in the stand at 330 got all settled in and heard a grunt to my right think to myself wow that was quick. Grab my primos buck roar and switch it to doe bleat. Bleat three times and grab my bow and get ready wait 5 minutes nothing. Must be my imagination play tricks i thought i heard a grunt. look over my left shoulder bam big buck 40 yrds and clising grab bow. He turn broadside 25 yrds draw settle and release perfect hit. He takes off i wait fifteen minutes longest fiften of my life. i get down go back to the garage and wait an hour for my cousin to get done hunting. he gets back and we begin track job. the buck makes it 50 yrds and piles up couldnt see it from the stand cuz of the grass and scrub trees. Miller time.. lets here some more stories.......

A story of my dad. He was at his grandpas house when he was 6 years old. His uncle came home one morning with a bear and a deer. They put my dad on the bear with a picture for fun. Gresham Wisconsin Nov. 1939.

Where do I begin... Lots of big bucks that should be on the wall. I was hunting second weekend deer season doing drives with some buddys. I was standing on back corner of a woods and drivers were coming towards me. I brought 10 shotgun slugs and figured that would be enough. I heard drivers yell "deer" and we had some tags to fill. A doe came blazing out into the field and shot 5 times at her and did not hit her. I heard driver yell "buck" and this nice high wide white racked buck came sneaking down edge of the woods. As I raised the gun up he turned broadside and I took one shot and he dumped right over about 20 yards and legs straight up in air quivering... I put more shells in gun and heard the leaves crashing again towards me. As I looked up I saw 2 doe come blazing out around 100 yards I shot 4 times at them. As I got my attention towards the buck I had dropped I looked over and to my amazement was up on his feet just daized looking. He looked at me trotted back towards the woods. I put my gun up and aimed at his front shoulder and "click" pump "click".. Outta shells!! After the drive we saw where I hit him and a little bit of hair and blood... Must have just graized him and knocked him out for a little while. Unreal. That was one for the wall!!!

Cursed Stand ??? These events happened over the course of three diffeent seasons, all from the same stand. A) Last day of gun season and I have a unused bonus tag and an either sex tag. I decide to take my black powder CVA percussion rifle and hope to tag a doe. About 9am one comes crashing in and stops 15 feet from my stand. Perfect neck shot, and she drops dead where she stood. No sooner has the smoke cleared and up runs a nice 8 pt. buck and stands over her. There I sit with an empty rifle. He wanders around my stand for a while, and I actually get re-loaded but decide not to chance a shot through some light brush. Hoped he would come back, but no such luck. B) Two years later, same stand. Did not see a deer the year before. Second last day of the muzzleloader season. Again I hear a deer crashing through from behind me. I turn and see a doe is going to run right under my stand. Behind her 20 yards is THE biggest buck I have ever seen live in the woods. Wide spread, long tines, 10-12 points for sure, the buck of outdoor magazines as they say. I stand, pull back the hammer, and get the rifle up. As he runs under my stand I let out some sort of grunt and he slams on the brakes at 30 feet. He's awesome, broadside, and looking the otherway. I can hardly believe my good fortune. So I put the sight behind the shoulder and squeeze.....CLICK.....the percussion cap does not fire. He looks over at me, smiles and bolts off. Are you kidding !! C) A few years later (2009), bowhunting this time. Same stand. Got a very strange looking buck on the trail cam. Looks to be a 7 pointer, but has a wierd long spike/brow tine coming straight up like a unicorn. Sure enough he sneaks out of the brush early in the season, and stands there looking at me while I swat bugs. He must decide I'm no threat and continues on his way. He circles back around and gives me a clear shot. Not having really prepared for a deer behind me, I'm not sure on the range. Yes, I shot right under him. He jumped straight up like a rabbit when the arrow hit the stump under him, and took off like a rocket. In the past two years I've not seen another deer from this stand. Probably just as well !

Must be stories from this past season! Lets hear em.

Here's my 'believe it or not story'. Back when I was about 14 or 15 in Texas, I was out hunting one cold moring in the stand. About 8am, I see a buck coming up the trail... his body was behind some brush. I see his head up and down as he grazed towards me. I walked in on that trail, and he paused and looked alerted, my brain told me he looked like he was going to bolt. I lined his head up in the sights and sqeezed off a round. Now before you knock me, my dad told me to only take headshots - said tracking deer in the brush was too hard and with a headshot, you hit or missed, not really in between. So I took a resting headshot at this buck at 75/80 yards out. Well, I missed and blew his jaw open, which I saw it as he ran away. I had read that deer dont usually run far, so immediatly, I got out of the stand and as silently as I could, ran to where I last saw him. I was scouring the brush and I saw his head again, peeking at me over a mesquite branch. Through the scope, I could see his jaw was broken. So I lined him up and fired again. Couldn't see what happened to him, so I ran to where I saw him last. He had dropped right away, and I couldn't have been happier to not miss him and leave him in the woods to die a slow death. Another thing my dad always told me was to cut the neck so they bleed out. With head shots, it seems the heart can keep pumping and pump a lot of blood out before it completly stops. So I cut his neck and waited for the bleeding to slow before I dragged him to the road. While waiting, I decided to see where I hit him. If you guessed that I missed with the second shot, you'd be almost right. I hit above the left eye, and the bullet bounced off his skull, taking some fur with it. The second shot had simply knocked him out. I was really thankful not to have him wakeup while I was sawing on his neck area!

cool story snkskgb, thats a neat looking deer with the kickers. congrats to the young hunter also.