Bobcat started it all!

[law1piv]

Congrats!!! Cool Story

[TEXophilite7]

Heck ya! Thanks all you story tellers... I appreciate you sharing your feedback!

[TEXophilite7]

I bought my first bow with my own money when I was 13. I got my first kill at a deer hunt on the Callahan Ranch in '84 I think. My uncle won the hunt at the Texas Shootout and could take 3 additional hunters.
Killed a javelina, spot and stalk while the others watched. Been hooked ever since

I need to go to my parents house and round up a bunch of pictures and have them scanned.

Would love to see some pics! I think I'll do the same!

[TEXophilite7]

no need to apoligize

I just stumbled across this thread, and it struck a chord with me. I hope you don't mind if I share my story on your thread, as I'm in a story tellin mood and the Green Screen is quiet tonight.

I went to church with a whole bunch of good folks when I was a kid, one father/son duo were bowhuters. I'd been hunting my whole life but had never given much thought to bowhunting until they got it in my head. I worked 50-55 hours a week during the summer from the time I was 11 and spent most of my money on guns and fishin tackle till Darrell and his son Carson put the bowhuntin bug in my ear. I had mentioned it to dad a time or two without much reaction till one day Carson (he was younger than me) asked me to drive him to Smithfield Archery when they were on Davis Blvd, so he could shoot. I walked out with a Hoyt Rebel XT 50lb bowk a dozen aluminum 2213 Eastons, a lame sight, and 3 Thunderhead 125s. I bought a 4$ bale of straw at the feed store on the way home and was shooting decent groups into a dot on a paper plate that night at 20yds. The next day I called Darrell and asked him why my fingers were bleeding and "how do yall shoot that much" and he gave me a leather hootus that fit between the fingers and I thought I was really in bidness then. He told me to get a "mechanical release" as soon as I could afford one, so I bought a velcro Cobra thing the next week, and brother I was choppin tall cotton then.

I talked dad into takin me to the lease (outside Lampasas on 580 I believe, near a non town called Nix) one weekend late in October and I built me an AWESOME bow blind...a tripod top setting on the ground at a fence crossing with enough brush stacked around it to maybe hide a walkin stick. I was on a doe only mission (it was a 1 buck county then, and we split our tags). Dad woke me up early the next morning and sent me on my way, but all the deer used a different crossing that day so I started "stalking" the feeder. I un-leashed one of those now crooked arrows at a doe at the feeder 40 yards away and came up about 6" low. Un-daunted I took to the cedar breaks down the edge of the hill after her on foot. About an hour and 150 yards later I jumped "that doe" and she jumped up and faced straight at me at what I judged to be about 19 yards. I put the 20 pin right in the center of her chest(facing directly at me) and let fly...direct hit! The only smart thing I did that whole day was marking the spot, and heading back to get dad. To make a long story a little shorter, we tracked very poor blood for another 200yds or so downhill where we found my "doe" laying dead in the creek with 3 whole points, and 1/2 the arrow still in "her" having gone in a little far back behind the shoulder, and come part way out a lot far back (the Hoyt Rebel XT was not a speed demon). I felt like a complete moron, and dad didn't offer a whole lot to the contrary until we got back to camp and ready to leave. He said "You know a lot of people hunt with a bow for years and never kill a buck". It didn't soothe my pride a lot then because I knew I'd ended both of our buck hunting for the year, but now it means the world.

I was not thrilled that day, but I sure wish now that I had a picture of that deer. I gave the "rack" to our cocker spaniel to eat and didn't bowhunt again for about 6 years until Chicken talked me into buying a new Matthews Legacy(from Smithfield Archery). Our 1st bowhunt at his ranch I killed a doe with a complete pass through and she didn't go 25 yards (he shot one in the middle of a wheat field from behind two hay bales that morning too). I couldn't have been more proud when I called dad on the way to the processor with that 68lb doe. The knowing laugh he gave me on the phone told me I wasn't as foolish as I thought 6 years ago, nor as bad *** I though at that very time....but that we both knew I'd learned something.

I gave dad that Matthews Legacy 4 or 5 years later (when I bought a new Tribute) to trick him into going bowhunting at our lease with my brother in law and I. He had it dialed in for weeks before a limb de-laminated the week before season opened. "Find me a bow" he said, so I did and he bought it from the classifieds on this very website. Ol Pops has killed more whitetails than most folks in his life, and some dang nice ones at that. But he shot his 1st one with a bow 2 years ago, a 10 point.....and I got to track it, and gut it for him. It wasn't his biggest deer by a dang site, but I aint heard that ol fart so excited in at least 10 years or so. Ok, I was excited too.

Funny how this sport works.


My apologies for being long winded on your thread. Like I said, I'm in a story tellin mood, and this brought it all back to me.

no need to apologize, thats why I started this thread. Great story man, thank you for sharing!

[TEXophilite7]

Lets get it going again.

[Chew]

Congrats on the trophy cat and welcome to TBH! Here's my first bow kill story that I posted on here about 10 years ago. This stinky old critter was the start of some great times, a lot of money, and some good friends. I have 5 kids and four of them have bow kills, and my 11 year old daughter has shot two hogs so far (no recovery). I've got my wife trying it out again after a couple year break.

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Yesterday evening I went bowhunting with a friend at his secret hidey hole less than 10 miles from my house. By 4:45 I had about 9 deer under my stand (all does from yearling size to quarterhorse size). Doe season closed on Nov. 30 (unless you have a special permit) so I had to wait on some horns. About 10 minutes later the does started running around acting crazy. Then I saw why. I nice 4 pt. buck with a high rack was chasing them around. I know a 4 pt is not a trophy but when you've never seen a buck while bowhunting it is a Muy Grande trophy. I drew my bow back and the deer spotted the movement. They all spooked and started running away. I snorted real loud and the buck stopped in his tracks. He was too far for a shot. He tried to circle in behind my stand to get wind of the mystery buck that snorted at him. He didn't like what he smelled when he got behind me so he took off through the brush. I snorted again and he stopped broadside at what I thought was about 20 yards. I drew back and aimed behind the shoulder with my 20 yard pin. I let loose what I thought was a perfect shot. It went underneath him and stuck in a pine tree....lined up perfectly for a lung shot but about 2 feet low. The buck and his harem disappeared for good then.

I was discouraged as I sat there looking at my bright orange and yellow arrow sticking in the base of the tree.There was about 5 minutes of shooting light left when I saw a big dark shape that looked like a texas rhino coming threw the brush towards my stand. He was straight ahead of me about 40 yards out when he put on the brakes. It was a huge wild boar with white and black markings. He was built like a russian boar with the big head, long snout, and broad shoulders. He must not have liked something so he circled through the brush and went behind me just like the buck had done. He was standing right under my stand about 2 feet from the ladder. He sniffed around for a few minutes and finally came out toward my shooting lane. He was facing straight away from me so I couldn't get a shot. By now it was so dark all I could see was his outline (good thing he was light colored) and the glowing pins of my Trophy Ridge bow sight. Luckily there was a full moon to help out with the light. I said a quick prayer and asked God to allow me to harvest this 200 lb pork chop. He then turned sideways and offered up a perfect broadside shot. I took aim with my 10 yard pin and let fly. The arrow hitting him sounded like a boat paddle slapping the water. I've never heard such a beautiful sound. He took off through the brush and I heard him breaking down some serious vegetation. I thought I heard him fall about 50 yards out but I wasn't sure.

I sat in the stand until my partner came to pick me up. We busted out the flashlights and started searching. We found no blood for about 10 minutes and then I stepped on the back half of my broken arrow. From there we were able (okay, my friend Frank was able) to find some microscopic drops of blood. We had to mark the spots and crawl on hands and knees to find the next one. About 30 minutes later the microscopic drops turned into bigger drops. Soon we started smelling the old porker. I took a look around with my flashlight and saw him laying there. At that point he jumped up and charged me with his gleaming ivory tusks snapping. (Just joking....he was dead. But that made for a better story.) I had made a perfect shot behind the left shoulder and the Muzzy 3 blade 125 grain broadhead had penetrated the ribs, travelled through the pig and was poking just under the skin behind the right shoulder. Frank was nice enough to drag him out for me. He estimated him at about 175 lbs. His tusks were wore down but they were sharp and about 1-1 1/2" long. That's when he told me that he had been dreaming about getting this hog after seeing him on his trail camera that he had set up. He was beautiful (beauty is in the eye of the beholder) with black and white markings all over. I'm having some sausage and roasts made out of him. Now I know why people switch to bow hunting only and never go back to a rifle.

[KDB]

well heres my story,
about four years ago I was on another site (easttexashogdoggers) I've been hogdoggin most of my life and that was really the only huntin I cared about at the time. I had shot one deer with a gun and I figured out I didn't like shootin something at a hundred yards so I didn't really give deer huntin much thought. well one day I was lookin on there and somebody posted a link to this site, well I clicked on it and got to lookin around on here and knew right then I wanted to bowhunt. I lurked here for a while just soakin up everything I could about bowhunting. my birthday came around and I got a diamond razor edge and im tellin you I had to of shot thing a million times between the day I got and waiting on oct. 1st. I finally joined TBH and asked questions about arrows and broadheads and such. season rolled around and I hadn't seen much at all, then on
11-7-2010 I was sitting in my stand and two bucks came out, a six point and an eight point. these two bucks were sizing each other up and they all the sudden went at it. that I figured was my chance two make my move, I grabbed my bow and stood up and waited for the fight to stop. to my surprise the small six point beat the crap out of and ran off the much larger 8 point. the little six point started feeding a 15 yards and I drew back and smoked him, he went about 60 yards and died. I was so pumped up and knew I was hooked for life. the best part is my dad was sitting in the the gun stand and watched the whole thing. I've killed four more deer since that day and cant wait for this season. anyways sorry for the long read, but heres the pics,

[DoubleGProstaff]

Very nice bobcat

[TEXophilite7]

Great story chew! "Like a boat paddle slapping the water!" I know that sound and IT IS... music to my ears!

[H4 ranch]

good read..

[SaltwaterSlick]

This has been the most entertaining thread I've read on here in a long while... following along.

My "first" official kill is a short story... some 50 odd years ago, I had a Ben Pearson target bow "Santy Clauze" brung me, and I was determined to kill something with it... There was snow on the ground (this was before anyone had heard about Al Gore) and I took the screen off my bedroom window facing the back pasture in the Lufkin area, and put bread out for the birds... Well, they came and started in to eat the bread... I picked me one out and drilled that little sucker!!! I was so proud!! My momma wasn't too proud of me shooting that little bird off the bread I put out... My daddy thought it was cool when he got home from work. Me and him picked what was left of it and momma fried it for me... it's been over 50 years since that day, and I can still remember every detail like it happened 15 minutes ago... been some serious death occurred at my hands with the many different bows I've had over the years... gonna be a crossbow in my future too 'cause I just like gettin' close and doin' it with arras instead of bullets...

[JAB 1]

Congrats

[TEXophilite7]

Nice story KDB! Hers something for you Saltwater: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxQPOsD...%3DZxQPOsDgPO4

[TEXophilite7]

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