Your very first big game animal
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1972 Roy Montana hunting on my grandfather LeRoy Umsteads place. I shot a buck antelope and a doe antelope with one shot using my Remington Model 600 in 6mm Remington. One shot at a running buck at about 60 yards or so and the doe ran right behind him when I shot and I got them both. My father's buddy tagged the doe. My father fired at the exact same time and it sounded like one shot. He killed the buck that was running behind these two by about 20 yards or so. First time hunting big game and first animal and I just took two with one shot! I was 12 years old.
My first was a spike mule deer I shot in 1980 on the way back to camp after having to drive 60 miles each way into Elko NV because I had shot my whole box of ammo at coyotes of which there were tons. First and only time we've seen a pack with over 20 coyotes.
I was using my brand new 7mm RM and the spike dropped like a ton of bricks but when we got up the hill to it we found my shot had barely broken the skin of the brisket but the deer was stone dead. That was weird.
I was using my brand new 7mm RM and the spike dropped like a ton of bricks but when we got up the hill to it we found my shot had barely broken the skin of the brisket but the deer was stone dead. That was weird.
HuskyMusky
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Montana
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Great photo... the single greatest reason I️ got into hunting was because of pictures like this. When I️ was a boy, I️ would spend hours flipping through old hunting photo albums. ?Someday?, I?d say.
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Now I️ spend hours setting up fancy pictures, because pictures are just my thing... And as I️ look back on my pics, I️ love them all but even I️ admit, probably a little too fancy and staged. It?s the candid, no thrills pictures that are the true classics.
Thanks for sharing.
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PlainsHunter
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First big game animal was a whitetail doe in Nebraska. I shot it with a .30-30 that I borrowed from my brother in law when I was 18 years old.
Timberstalker
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I will never forget that day Montana. I’m much like you when It comes to pictures, so many stories can come from just one picture.
Colorado Cowboy
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That's for sure. I need to get after my pictures as I have 100's of 35mm slides that I need to look at and select the ones I want to convert to digital. sighhh...........
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Small california mule deer buck. I was in a walking boot but still needed crutches to walk. I was so excited after I shot him I drove back and picked up camp and drove home that night!
Wyoming Hart
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Whitetail doe here in Pennsylvania with my dad's 30-06. Shot right through a 2" sapling and hit her. Had to put another round in her when we caught up with her about 200 yards away. All I had to shoot at was her neck and she didn't move again. A family friend from church let us use his stand and he was came along for the recovery. Got the hide tanned and still have it at my parent's place.
Whitetail doe with a bow when I was 13. Gut shot her and followed blood till dark, walked home to get a lantern (my dad swore by lantern light for blood trailing) and my dad talked me into waiting till morning. We found her in a creek about 50 yds from where I left off the night before. Was sure nice having my dad there to walk me through the field dressing!!
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Fink
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Mine was a whitetail doe, when I was 9, and it comes with a story...
I was walking back to the cabin on opening morning, at about 9am, because I was FREEZING! Stupid rubber boots and cotton socks.
I made it to our pond dam, when I looked across the pond, and there was a doe standing there. I dropped down, and made a perfect shot. She ran about 75 yards (they all run about 75 yards with a .270), and died. My dad shows up a little later, we talk, I go back to the deer, he walks up to the cabin to get the atv.
I hear the atv coming, it's right over the hill crossing the pond dam, only 100 yards away. A few minutes go by, he should be here by now.... I walk up to the top of the hill, and see a big hole in the ice, 4 upside down atv tires, and an orange hat sitting out on the ice.
I run down as fast as I can, screaming the entire way, until I get to the pond where the atv went in. I'm screaming for my dad, getting ready to jump in, when I stop yelling long enough to hear my dad very quietly say "I'm over here." He was sitting against a tree about 15 feet away, completely soaked, and covered head to toe in mud.
He had gotten high centered on an icy log, and had slid into the pond. The atv rolled over on him, pinning him to the bottom, underneath it. Thankfully, after about 50 years of silting in, the pond was shallow, and there was a bunch of soft mud that allowed him to dig out before he drowned.
I was walking back to the cabin on opening morning, at about 9am, because I was FREEZING! Stupid rubber boots and cotton socks.
I made it to our pond dam, when I looked across the pond, and there was a doe standing there. I dropped down, and made a perfect shot. She ran about 75 yards (they all run about 75 yards with a .270), and died. My dad shows up a little later, we talk, I go back to the deer, he walks up to the cabin to get the atv.
I hear the atv coming, it's right over the hill crossing the pond dam, only 100 yards away. A few minutes go by, he should be here by now.... I walk up to the top of the hill, and see a big hole in the ice, 4 upside down atv tires, and an orange hat sitting out on the ice.
I run down as fast as I can, screaming the entire way, until I get to the pond where the atv went in. I'm screaming for my dad, getting ready to jump in, when I stop yelling long enough to hear my dad very quietly say "I'm over here." He was sitting against a tree about 15 feet away, completely soaked, and covered head to toe in mud.
He had gotten high centered on an icy log, and had slid into the pond. The atv rolled over on him, pinning him to the bottom, underneath it. Thankfully, after about 50 years of silting in, the pond was shallow, and there was a bunch of soft mud that allowed him to dig out before he drowned.
