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1st bowkill story
Any good stories about first whitetail bowkills... still mAking mine
I don't know if it's a good story to everyone else, but I remember mine like it was yesterday. A yearling doe, bedded, looking straight at me. I pulled back the string on my Bear Whitetail II and let that aluminum arrow rip. It all happened so fast I thought I had missed. I walked over to recover my arrow, couldn't find it, and looked toward where she had ran as one will do, and saw something white flicking back and forth. When I walked over to it, she was dead. Little doe, but really good eating. I killed a buck on the last day of the season and thought I had cracked the code. The next three years.......nada. That's why we do it !
I was out of school for the day . October 15 1990. This small buck another came by me in a cedar tree standing on a limb . 10 yards maybe. No blood trail at all. Found him by a horse looking at him dead on a fence line. Been hooked ever since. Good luck! Hunt
Halloween 2002. Left work early 2:30, straight to overgrown farm with a lot of sign. On way stuck behind school bus. Every stop for 5 miles. Chomping at the bit. Still have my suit and tie on. Took off my suit jacket put my coveralls on and rubber boots. Grab my pack and go in bowcase to grab bow- NO BOW!
Then it dawned on me I had dropped my Hoyt Havoc out of the tree and had reisighted it 2 days before. Daylight burning- what to do?No time to go home and come back. Executive decision to go home, get bow and try my backyard woods which had a lot of deer sign.
As soon as I hit the woods heard a big animal. Climber on White Oak 1 hour of shooting time left.
1/2 hour of shooting time left the above 4 point forkhorn comes quartering away at 30 yards. Let go too quick shot right under it. Deer jumps but does not spook , looks around warily, and comes broadside at 20 yards. Heart shot. Quick recovery.
Like a broken football play , stayed in there and still got her done. Still my favorite but not best deer. Had it mounted.
1985 Killed my first deer thought he was a giant 8pt, few years later realized he was not but you never forget your first! Martin Warthog with Easton 2219 shafts and Razorbak 5 broadheads
Tagged my first bow & arrow deer 9-30-64. Jackson County, WI. 45 # Bear Kodiak Magnum bow, POC arrows with 4-blade Bear Razorheads, fingers release, instinctive. 50 yard kill, did not know enough not to take long shots. Lucky shot,...very lucky shot!
1992. Fresh out of school in my first welding job. Worked from 7 to 3:30. Would go hunting after work. On the ground tonto'ing around. Spotted a deer coming around the mountain above me. I got ready, drew on her when she was directly above me, locked on and let it go. 36-37 yards. Perfect reverse shot angle as you get from a treestand. She ran about 90 yards.
My son and I had built a tree fort in a small woodlot we called the oasis. The night before I had gone to the casino and the strip club. I chose to sit the tree fort because I was still drunk, not feeling well and could lay down if I wanted to. I was sitting on a bucket with my face buried in my hands still smelling like cigarettes and strippers. I heard something to my right, looked up and there she was! A nice fat doe. I knew she could smell something but by then it was too late. I drew, settled, released and knew the shot was good. She made it about 75 yds and was spraying blood the whole time. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
It might be more than you are looking for but the story in the attached link is my favorite story I've ever written up (and I've done a bunch) . I look at it once in a while still and smile.
My first archery deer with a bow was a doe in early November 1988 on state land. I will preface this by saying that I would never ever take the shot that I did that day. I was just young and stupid and didn't know then what I know now. I was in a stand in an old, overgrown apple orchard at an opening in a stone wall, my brother was up on a oak ridge maybe 150 yards away, and our friend and mentor was in the swamp about 100 yards in front of me. It was a chilly morning, but we never walked in with all of our hunting clothes on because the hike in was pretty far.
Around 9 am, my brother was getting cold and he went to put on a jacket and apparently spooked this deer. The doe ran right to me 10 yards facing directly away from me and looking towards my brother position. I had always heard bragging from some old timers that a shot at the base of the tail killed them quickly. When you are young, you tend to listen and soak things in like a sponge. The arrow slid right along side of the tail and up the side of the spine. She ran to our friend in the swamp. He said she came running in, stopped and just fell over dead. He was going for his bow and didn't even know she was hit. I got lucky and hit the artery along the spine. It would have been a difficult deer to find if it had not been for our friend seeing it drop. I was finger shooting an old Browning Deluxe Bushmaster, Easton Game getter arrows and a 125 gr thunderhead.
First Whitetail bow kill was last year. I moved to ohio for medical school and couldn't stand the thought of not hunting the elusive whitetail. I bought 2 trail cams and went deep into public land. after moving my cameras around every two weeks and trekking all over this timber block, I finally knew where the deer where bedding, feeding, and moving. I hung my stand for a NW wind, but had to use my climber the first few sits due to winds from other directions; I saw no deer on those sits. I continued to wait for the wind to be right for my stand. As luck would have it, the stars began to align. Late october it rained a lot, which raised the creek level too high for other hunters to wade into this timber block from a nearby parking area. The only way in to my area was 2 miles away (the way I'd been coming anyways due to the wind). Also, the neighboring property to the public land cut his corn on two sides of my timber block 3 days prior. I had a NW wind. It was on. With only one stud buck on my trail cam I was willing to shoot any mature large bodied deer I saw. On my second sit in my good stand with the NW wind on OCT 29, a mature 9-pointer trotted in behind a yearling doe. 20 yard pass through with QAD exodus tight to the shouler, perfect double lung. Massive blood trail yet he went about 300 yards (I probably bumped him despite waiting 40 minutes). An easy, but long track for sure. After tracking 150 yards and not seeing him, I backed out and my wife and I returned 5 hours later. Followed the red carpet right to him. No doubt public land bucks can be tough to hunt. When I went back in 10 days later on my next day off, I passed 5 stands within 300 yards of my stand and knew of at least 5 on the creek side of my stand. bushwacking and going deeper was key to my success in addition to patience. HAPPY HUNTING!
October 1981, Age 19 - Bear Whitetail Hunter bow, Easton 2117 aluminum arrows, Satellite broadheads, pre-designer camo era! Opening day started as a treestand hunt in a "state of the art" Baker climbing treestand (LOL) and ended with a spot and stalk effort on a yearling whitetail. My first big game animal ever.
Fall of 1978 In a ground blind in Michigan Bear whitetail hunter Easton 2117 arrow Bear razor head Yearling doe I was extremely excited before, during and after the shot
no pics as portable cameras hadn't been invented (joking) 1978, 55# Browning Nomad recurve, Bear razorheads w/o the bleeders, cedar arrows. it was a basket racked 8 point and I was walking a fenceline along an alfalfa field, jumped a bick and a doe and snap shot the buck on the run. I was young, dumb, and very lucky.
There were 4 of us from our club bowhunting opening weekend on the same farm. We had set up a 11am meetup for lunch after the morning hunt (we had all gone to our own spots). When I got to the vehicles everyone was there. 1 of our buddies had arrowed a Doe & we were all going to help blood trail. Trail got pretty thin so Me & one of the others went to make a large circle (opposite sides). I was over a hill walking the edge of a dry creek bank (I could hear the 2 on the trail talking) when I see a Doe walking through the trees toward me. She gets about 35 yds. broadside & looks toward the talkers just out of sight. She had no idea I was there & my arrow passed through both lungs. She spun, fell, got up & dropped about 30 yds away. Wood arrow tipped with a 3 blade MA3 & my 1st real bow (Eddings 64 inch 45#s). It was Oct 4th, 1958. It's been an awesome journey.
1977 with a borrowed Jennings Super T, mine had blown up in the dining room two days prior to the opening day of Ohio deer season. Sitting, yes sitting in my Baker climber when a group of does/fawns came into the woods from the adjacent bean field. I guessed 35 yds to the biggest doe and promptly shot over her back and hit a doe fawn right behind the ear. It sounded like someone hitting a telephone ole with a ball bat. The fawn dropped in her tracks.
Great post enjoy reading these.
Mine was a mature whitetail buck, I slinging aluminum arrows out of my XI legend. The woodlot I was hunting was in town surrounded by the hospital, college, and a subdivision. The river running through the property was a fairly major tributary with the golf course on the opposite side. Made a poor shot and hit him in front of the front leg when he was broadside. Trailed him all night, and into the next day, doing circles on the woodlot. got a second opportunity with him later in the season and the arrow, fell off the rest and spooked him. Finally got him a year later from the same tree, hit him a little high and followed him all night again, but with a better result this time. coyote had gotten to his hind quarter by the time I got there, but way proud of my first bow kill. 1990 ish. oz
It took me about 3 years to connect. Here is a picture of my first bow buck. I think the year was ‘88. A nice little 6 point that finall gave me a shot as he was eating acorns under my stand about 20 yards away. I’ll never forget that feeling. I was hooked from that moment on.
Nice 3 point and Gramas Pjamas!
1st weekend Nov 2002. Hunting archery club land, stand in a group of 5 or 6 white oaks. Over slept by 1/2 hr. so I'm rushing to get out. Packing in warm clothes (20 degrees that AM) but walked too quick & got a little clammy. Jumped a deer on the way in & got snorted at by 2 more when I got my stand. Thought I'd really screwed up, but got dressed, hung up some scent, & climbed up. Go to grab my bow rope, it's not tied to my harness. It's laying on the ground with my bow. Climb back down grab the rope & climb back up. Sweating now, 1/2 from climbing too fast, 1/2 from anger at myself. Get settled in, 15 min later a doe walks by behind some thicker brush. 10 min later a buck walks the same trail with his nose to the ground. He doesn't respond to my calling but the deer action now seems promising. A few min later I look downwind & here comes the same buck, trotting nose up heading straight for my scent wick. A 2314 XX75 tipped with a 125gr Rocky Mountain Razor hit him at 8 yards. I watched him run back down the hill & drop 50 yards away. Tagged him & drove my truck to a closer spot & went to dress him out. I'm 10 yds. from my buck, standing in knee high brush, watching a doe & twin fawns follow the blood trail right to the dead deer. They looked at me & slowly walked away. A great hunt capped by fascinating experience.