My hunting story

[Keppy]

I have hunted for forty year. It was my first hunt with a muzzleloader and I had the most fun. I didn't get my deer but to me that's not that important. I figure if you get one it's just a bonus. I did see deer and could have taken one, but was looking for the buck. Didn't have to be a big one just a buck. We have the choice of either sex in Minnesota. Well yesterday afternoon was the chance I was looking for. I jump this deer and it was all alone. So I thought it might be a buck but if it wasn't there's only one day left of the season and a doe is good eating. I was hunting in a cedar swamp and it's very dark even in the daytime. It was about 4:00 pm and not much time to hunt. Well it ran about 60 to 70 yds and stop behind a bunch of cedar tree's. All I could see was about a 8 inch patch of brown and its nose on the other side of the tree. So I decided to take the shot. Well I found out that the sights were just about impossible to see against the dark background. I touched it off and shot 3 inch to the right and hit a cedar tree. The deer turned and come out behind the trees and it was a 8 inch spike buck. If some one would have had a camera of me trying to load I would bet you all would still be laughing. I found out this loading is alot different when hunting. The deer has no cue of what is going on and is standing broadside. I finally get it loaded and can't beleive the shot that this deer is offering. I touch it off and the cap goes pop, oh no this can't be happening. I put another cap on and by that time the deer has moved. This time it did go bang but I missed right over top. I had more fun and a experence that I will never forget. My Kentucky .45 cal didn't fail, I did. I can't wait til next year. Oh yes, I will be putting a different front sight on. That brass one just doesn't cut it. Hope you all have a great time hunting as I did.

 

[Stumpkiller]

:haha: :hatsoff:

Glad you're taking it in the right spirit. There aren't many who get the chance of a deer patient enough to wait for a reload.

One of the few times I actually stalked up on a deer was a doe. I had a longbow. It was in brushy cover, 18 or 20 yards away, and I pinballed three arrows that hit small branches and saplings and went everywhere but into the deer. Clacking and shattering to pieces. I just could not slide one through a "window". No doubt because I was concentraiting on the nearby obstructions and not THE SPOT on the deer's side.


Better luck to you in the future. :thumbsup:

 

[bob1961]

I pinballed three arrows that hit small branches and saplings and went everywhere but into the deer

i had that happen twice....but i brought home the deer....one was like ya said trying to thread it....watched it hit everything on the way there but the last thing it hit was the deer in the back of the head and it went down....and my second deer was 30 yards away and just before it hit the deer i saw it go side ways off a branch i didn't see when aiming....it went into it's hind quarters and cut the femor artiary....a blind man could have followed that blood trail fer the 40 yards it went..............bob

 

[Runner]

I had been playing tag with a big buck all bow season. It was Monday of the rifle season and it rained that morning. I planned to shoot the gun that had been loaded for two days and reload at the house. I got to the house, and folks were packing to go home. They had four deer hanging that needed to be skinned, boned, and wrapped. I went to work, forgetting my gun. About 4:30, almost finished, I quit helping and took off for a few minute hunt. I went around the bucks area, slipped in real quiet with the wind in my face. I was climbing over a brush pile when I almost stepped on him. He ran out about 50 yards and stopped broadside looking back at me. Pop, only the cap went off. I quickly put another cap on. He moved about 10 yards and stopped again. I took careful aim, and Pop! It would not go off. I dove back over the brush pile on my back. I took the screw out and put some powder out of a quickload under the nipple while on my back hiding from the deer. I sealed it back up and slipped back up where I could se the buck. He was at about 70 yards, and he saw me and stopped to look at me again. Just as I was settling the sights on the boiler room, he put it in high gear and was gone! It was like he said, "Oh no, it will go off this time!" I hunted that buck for three years and never again saw him with a gun in my hand. He liked to bust me at 50 yards and laugh at me with my bow! I did not kill him, but it is still a treasured memory. Oh, by the way, the gun fired just fine on the way in that night! That is muzzleloading!