Post by: Seabeckian on May 11, 2011, 07:24:31 PM
I was 16 and hunting with my friend in the 101. I had been hunting for four years and my friend for three. All the previous years hunting with my father we had never been able to capitalize or see anyone even get a deer (boy how the tides have changed for the better). Just before dusk, an hour and a half away from our vehicle; we spotted a buck, and long story short... I was able to down my first 3-point muley. Neither of us had ever seen an animal gutted in person, and darkness was fast approaching... so after a minute of panicking we did a very marginal gutting job and took off running with our prize. After getting down to the vehicle about 8 p.m. in the pitch black we reached our next predicament; after hunting unsuccessfully as long as we had and losing some hope, we were driving around my friends mom's Oldsmobile Cutlass assuming we wouldn't be getting a deer that season either. After debating for a minute whether to make the hour and a half round trip to get my Dad's truck from him, we decided the luggage rack was probably more than strong enough.
Now I know that with all the political incorrectness of hunting, this probably was not a good move. But not one car passed us in the 45 minute glory ride home. And had anyone seen our jalopy with my first deer tied to the trunk, and our huge smiles intact; I'm sure they would have chuckled and gave us a high-five (101 that time of year consists of hunters and locals that could care less as many of you know). Ever since that I have had a truck. Sorry for the blurriness of the picture.
Would love to hear or see pictures of any of your funny experiences or first hunting memories!
Post by: dscubame on May 11, 2011, 07:28:34 PM
Post by: Guy on May 11, 2011, 07:39:10 PM
I have to ask... What did mom think about her car and the deer carcass?
My first hunt was so long ago we were still taking black and white photos... sigh... I think I may have a few early hunt photos somewhere. Might need to scan them though.
Thanks for sharing that story!
Guy
Post by: WDFW Hates ME!!! on May 11, 2011, 07:47:48 PM
Post by: 383man on May 11, 2011, 10:38:54 PM
Post by: Seabeckian on May 12, 2011, 08:44:34 PM
Seabeckian - that story is funny and terrific at the same time. Very good. Nice photos too.
I have to ask... What did mom think about her car and the deer carcass?
My first hunt was so long ago we were still taking black and white photos... sigh... I think I may have a few early hunt photos somewhere. Might need to scan them though.
Thanks for sharing that story!
Guy
It took him three years to tell her and show her the pictures haha
WDFW: I have only ever got one deer down a mountain that didn't have a few bald spots. Luckily that season we came across a tough lady with a horse who turned out to be friends with my Aunt. Bald spots and gravel make for better war stories. :chuckle:
Post by: zackmioli on May 13, 2011, 02:06:44 AM
Post by: Lunatic Fringe on May 13, 2011, 01:01:58 PM
Post by: STIKNSTRINGBOW on May 13, 2011, 01:11:05 PM
P.S. it had been hung and skinned up to the neck and wrapped in "game Bag" so all you really saw were the neck and head.
Post by: Wahunter555 on May 22, 2011, 06:12:28 AM
got to love the hunting stories . :chuckle:
Post by: Elkaholic daWg on May 22, 2011, 07:46:30 AM
A few years ago we were returning from a group doe hunt with 4 does strapped to the top of a suburban. As we would drive by families in their cars the kids would all look and point. The parents would cover the kids eyes. I got a big kick out of their reactions. :o
PC sucks don't it?
30 - 40 (or more)years ago this was the rule, not the exception. we had a female governor then too (smart woman unlike the current). Construction sites would almost evacuate in October/ November for hunting seasons. the Washington State Department of Fish and Game didn't have its head up it's @$$ looking for money! I am so thankful that my father was so into hunting and the family and friends went often!Fishing not so much.