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Message 2111 - Posted: 29 Sep 2009, 4:21:08 UTC

The archery season for whitetail deer starts this weekend, so my project admin time will be limited the next several weeks as well unless a big buck steps out in front of me on opening weekend.

So, without plagiarizing Escanaba in da Moonlight, let's hear your favorite hunting stories!

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Message 2389 - Posted: 2 Oct 2009, 12:57:37 UTC

I was in South Dakota visiting my uncle, a long time ago, and while driving back to his place from the airport I hit a pheasant that popped up from the ditch and embedded itself in a headlight. We ate it and a bunch of its friends for dinner that night! Delicious!!!!

My cousin, who grew up in South Dakota and now lives in San Diego, tells the story of how he went back for pheasant season one year and while riding along in the back of a pickup to the hunting area a bird popped up and he shot it while the truck was moving. All the other guys were impressed, but he said it was just a "drive by shooting and you get used to those in California!"

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Message 2589 - Posted: 7 Oct 2009, 18:46:07 UTC

A buddy and I went out to check on the tree stands one August. He had left his up in the tree from the year before because he had chained it to the tree and had forgotten the key to the lock at the end of the previous season. He walked around for about 20 minutes looknig for it and finally decided someone must have stole it - and not only the stand but the ladder as well. I headed over to take a look for myself. As we walked around looking for clues, I found it. The tree he had it on had fallen over the winter and the stand was still strapped to it as was the ladder. Lucky he wasn't in it when it happened. Even luckier was that both the stand and the ladder were fine. Hard to believe when the tree was almost 3 feet in diameter.

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Message 2591 - Posted: 7 Oct 2009, 18:50:28 UTC

About three years ago, I'm sitting in my stand on opening morning of gun season. I see a nice buck walking down the far side of the ravine and headed my way. I waited patiently as he gots closer. When he got around 40 yards away, I decided to take the shot. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, he fell over and dropped dead. No sound. No shots.

It turns out a neighbor had winged him and he had travelled almost a mile before he happened to drop dead right in front of me.

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Message 2981 - Posted: 20 Oct 2009, 2:37:12 UTC

A few years ago on the Thanksgiving holiday, I was visiting my grandmothers in central North Carolina. My father and I were driving back to his mother's house from my maternal grandmother's through a national forest area around 9:00pm. As we approached a hill, we both spotted a large buck about to cross the road on our side. We slowed to a near stop to let him cross. About that time, another car coming from the opposite direction topped the hill and spooked the deer. He bolted across both lanes, but did not make it across. The other car (with a low-sloped front end) clipped the deer's legs sending him flying through the air upside down (the image you are looking for here is similar to the flying cows in the movie "Twister" without the spots). He slammed into the front of our truck completely busting out the windshield and shattering glass (and some chrome window trim) all over us. Luckily for us, my father's construction truck that we were driving had a bed/roof rack over the cab that altered the deer's path (and broke his neck). My father and I suffered nothing more than a few scratches (and the mom, dad, and two elementary school-age daughters in the other car were completely unhurt--though the girls were rather shook up). It was a beautiful deer--a 12-point buck! We gave it to the volunteer firemen who responded to the accident since we had no way of preparing (or really hauling) it.

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Message 3086 - Posted: 24 Oct 2009, 11:05:55 UTC

I don't know about hunting, I'm probably one of those "leave those poor creatures alone" type and then tuck into a nice T bone with extra mushrooms on the side. However, I have a fishing story. Possibly the first time I went fishing as a young lad with line wound around a piece of wood. I caught nothing all afternoon and decided enough was enough and threw my line into the river to wind it up neatly on my piece of wood. As the end of it came out of the water I wresteled with a small pike, quite a big fish at any time, and managed to land it. It's amazing what can happen after you give up.

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