Your first hunt?

[LakeJake]

What is the first hunt that you can remember?

My first "hunt" was sitting on the edge of a stock pond with my grandpa. I used his Winchester model 61 in 22 mag to pop turtles as they popped up. I may or may not have that gun now... Then we went to the chicken houses for the afternoon check-in, and he killed a skunk with the same gun. Later that evening, he taught me how to shoot a recurve in the backyard into a hay bail. Poppo (grandpa) is long gone, but that is a day i will never forget.

So, what is your earliest memory of hunting?

[lesson 101]

I literally slept from 10 minutes after I got in the stand till the jeep my dad and grandpaw-n-law pulled up in. He said he jumped a huge 8 point standing under the feeder when he seen my head pop up in the window. To this day I have no idea if he was telling the truth or not and honestly I just want to leave it at that too. The same day he hunted that stand and killed an 8 point but it wasnt huge only 15 in spread.

[ducks-and-bucks]

I was 6 years old. My first hunt first deer. Got in the blind fell asleep. My dad woke me up saying "your bucks out there get ready". I crawled in his lap to get high enough for the windows in the blind. My dad stuck the old old winchester 30-30 out the window... I grabbed the gun, the deer was in the middle of a little field eating corn, dry grass about two ft tall all I could see was the body of the deer. I took aim and shot. My world froze for a second and my head popped up to see the deer. We waited what seemed like for ever then got out of the blind to go find home. We started where I shot him and followed the blood trail for about 40 yards and my dad said to stand by a big misquote tree and wait a min. ( he saw the deer and went to make sure it was dead). Then he called me over and there lays my ten pointer in the pond water about two ft from the edge.

After that I don't remember cleaning it and all the pictures we took. But my first deer hunt I'll never forget. 20 years later I remember it like it was yesterday and still have the shoulder mount on the wall at the ranch...

[ducks-and-bucks]

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[Stoof]

1982. 8 years old. Chasing quail and rabbits in southern New Mexico.
I will never forget the day my dad put that shotgun in my hands.

[TRH]

I think I was 14. Dad put me in a low tree stand (like 6') on a youth weekend with the .22 Hornet I just had to have for Christmas. He decided to go stand about 40-50 yards behind me and left me there by myself. I had a cooler at my feet with sandwiches and water. I waited for what seemed like an eternity without seeing anything. Then I notice this doe walking along this levy about 150 yards from me. It got about even with me and turned and started walking towards me on my right. When it got to about 80 yards I realized she was a he, with about 10" spikes. I tried to get a view through the scope at the weird angle and couldn't. Buck fever was getting me bad and my knees were just about knocking. I went to adjust myself for a better shot and kicked the cooler off the stand. That thing took off like a bat out of hell and I never saw another deer on that property. Dad came over and was like "What the hell was that?". It was about that time I swore off scopes which got me my first .30-30 for Christmas the next year. Haha.

[LuBowhunter]

I was 7 when I went duck hunting the first time killed a mottled duck off the water with a .410. Later that year I killed my first deer a Doe with a .223.

[tgil]

My first hunt is also my most memorable. I didn't grow up in a hunting family, so a friend invited me to go with he and his grand-father. These guys had been hunting all of their lives. We spent the night at his grand-parents house and they filled me with stories for what seemed all night long.
The next morning, we woke way before the sun. Got out to the woods and his grand-dad walked us to our spots. My stand was nothing more than a tall stool sitting on an elevation break. As the sun rose, I froze! As time passed by, it came time to answer nature's call. They had already told me I couldn't so much as bat an eye, they could spot me from 100yds. As I slowly and deliberately made my moves, I propped my borrowed gun against the tree. I turned the other way to take a leak and I hear a noise behind me. As I glanced over my shoulder, a buck is trotting in. As it passed, I reached for the gun, shouldered it and the deer was so close, all I could see was hair. I yanked the trigger and missed my first deer, but I've been hooked ever since!

[ROWDY]

My first hunt was with my grandpa he had borrowed a 243 for me to shoot. We saw 3 does an I was pumped an ready to shoot one but he said lets wait on a buck. Luck would have it right before dark 3 bucks came in one being a nice 8pt I let a shot ring off the buck hit the ground but quickly got up an ran off. They all came back I shot 3 more times but being so nervous I never came close to hitting him again. Week's later one hunter found the buck an gave me the rack.

[OBU13DAD]

I remember my first deer we were in Ozona we hunted the morning with nothing seen but Dove so we went out at lunch to kill a few Dove I had an old Stevens.410 with 6 shot my dad was on my left and a friend on the right both about 30 yards from me and we were walking the birds up. My dad jumped a doe and yearling and they ran towards the friend saw him and turned right into me I shot the yearling at 13 yards right in the chest dropped in his tracks I was 13 it turned out to be a buttom buck I will never forget it. 34 years ago!!

[Patton]

I remember my first deer hunt. My dad took one of my brothers and I hunting and I remember making so much noise and sitting on the edge of the blind and asking when the deer would come. I would have gone ape **** if I was in my dad's shoes we made so much noise. Definitely didn't see a single deer.

The next time we all hunted together 3 years later I got my first buck

[bko1182]

A doe in 2009 7:00 am thanksgiving morning..what a rush

[EdO]

Don't know how old I was. Was born March of 43 and it was after dad came home fromthe war (that'd be ww-ii). I remember heading out to the back of uncle Bergs farm heading tor uncle Olsons farm (1 mile) and looking for bobcat. We had one treed, dad gave me the 22, and I prompty messed up the whole deal and stuck the muzzle about a foot into the muskeg. I couldn't have been too old, cause I got my first pair of hockey skates at Christmas when I was 5 and this was before then. Gven the results, probably too young. Think being old enough to properly hold the rifle would have been a start.

[NewTexian]

My first time harvesting a deer I was hunting public land in Alabama, I was 14 and sitting on the edge of a food plot with the highway 50 yards behind me. Right a dark the BIGGEST deer I have ever seen came of the woods with his friends, standing about 40 yards away. It was the best feeling in the world. I pulled the rifle up and put it on the shoulder and fired the shot! My dad call on the two-way and asked if it was me! I could barley speak when I told him it was. The deer ran about 50 yards and was done for. It was the biggest deer ever!! I was proud when I took it to the ranger station to get checked. Turns out the deer only weighted 95 pounds and looked like a big rabbit, so the ranger said. I will never forget that hunt!