Killed my first deer, a little 4 point, with one of these mounted on a micro flight 8 shot from a Bear Polar Ltd. That was fall of ‘86.
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... But did you shave with it?
Killed my first deer, a little 4 point, with one of these mounted on a micro flight 8 shot from a Bear Polar Ltd. That was fall of ‘86.
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Haha! A friggin goldmine.
Somebody say something about razorbacks?
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September 1989. My dad had gotten me a youth Browning compound for my 12th birthday in May and told me if I could pull 40 pounds and hit a dessert sized paper plate 3 times in a row at 20 yard by the opener I could go bow hunting with him. I shot everyday that I could that summer and made his goal by the opener.
Went out the first evening and he put me in his favorite stand made from some 2 x 4’s and said he was going to be up the hill. A half an hour into my first sit a doe and fawn came right down the trail at 10 yards. I drew back and let it fly. My Dad had positioned himself where he could see me and watched the whole thing through his binoculars. I have killed quite a few deer since then but it’s still my favorite. View attachment 43659
Holy crap . . .the mother lode. And I thought I was a hoarder.
Somebody say something about razorbacks?
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I used those too in the early years. Still carry a scar through the end of the middle finger of my right hand that I did to myself when the broadhead slipped while I was inserting replacement blades. I can attest that those bad boys were sharp. Sliced through the end of my finger and fingernail right to the bone, some 40+ year ago.
Killed my first deer, a little 4 point, with one of these mounted on a micro flight 8 shot from a Bear Polar Ltd. That was fall of ‘86.
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It’s never too late and there is no better time than now as you can get a lifetimes worth of experience in short order through all the resources at your fingertips. Hasn’t always been that way.My first deer was last season (19-20). That was season 5 of my hunting "career". I showed up late to the game. Every hunt prior to that had been public land because that is all I have access too. I was given permission to hunt my buddies neighbors property.... Snuck down to the creek, climbed up, hung in the saddle for 45 minutes, killed a small doe with my bow.....could have easily taken a second but I was too jacked up. I apparently have had a falling out with the buddy so back to public
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Yeah, I had to duck tape a few fingers back in those days rather than go to the Dr. The good ole days of rotary dial phones and using a sun dial for a chronograph.I used those too in the early years. Still carry a scar through the end of the middle finger of my right hand that I did to myself when the broadhead slipped while I was inserting replacement blades. I can attest that those bad boys were sharp. Sliced through the end of my finger and fingernail right to the bone, some 40+ year ago.
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My first was on my Aunt’s property back in 1995. She had a patch of pecan trees amidst some smaller oaks out back. Her house was the last house on a street that backed up to 180 acres of undeveloped woods. The yards on the road back then were all 1.5-3 acre yards. My dad didn’t have much money so I learned to shoot with a fiberglass long bow that only shot 35 lbs. I must have spent every day for 3 straight summers practicing so my dad or even my uncle would be willing to take me with. Anyway it was late afternoon and we were set up in a little home made wooden ladder stand in the largest pecan tree. We might have been 12’ high. A small buck maybe 85-90 lbs came out grazing around 5:30 or so (like an hour before dark). Man this story haunts me so I remember it like it was yesterday…. I got so excited that I “hurried my shot”. I was “aiming” lower 1/3 right behind the hinge of the shoulder like my dad taught me. The arrow definitely flew about 11” to the left of where I “aimed”. It was pure dumb luck the deer was broad side slightly quartered away. The arrow struck the deer in the neck, only traveled in about half the arrow length, caught the throat and veins(arteries? Whatever) It took off like a wild banshee blood coming out pretty good, fleeing my aunts property and onto the private 180 behind the house. I looked at my dad and said dang I think it was a bad shot. He laughed took my bow and said we’d give the deer an hour or two to lay down then come back out with the beagle to find it quicker. I was so excited climbing down that I missed a step, slipped and fell about 9’ down and ended up flat on my back the wind knocked out of me and ribs and back bruising from the roots of that pecan tree. (I’m pretty sure that was my first concussion) my dad got down and quickly asked if I was ok. Crying and grasping for air, I said yea I think so but I can’t breath. He looked me over then asked if it hurt? Confused I said yes sir it did. He said good maybe next time you’ll pay attention to where you put your feet and not fall. He followed that up with if you’re gonna be dumb, you better be tough. Those words have lived with me ever since.Did a quick search and saw a lot of first saddle kills but what about your first ever whitetail? If this has been a recent thread then I didn't see it so I apologize. Besides, there are a lot of new members on here and I love hearing "My first" stories. I can start.
I killed my first and biggest deer ever when I was just sixteen years old and that was 43 years ago. Wow where has the time gone? I shot the deer with a 12 Gauge JC Higgins pump shot gun that hangs with the deer on my wall today. I killed him at about 75 yards with 2 pellets of 00 Buck. One in the neck and one in the lungs. The deer was shot about 3/4 of a mile from the house I grew up in that still stands today. I killed him on a power line right of way on the 12th of November in 1977. He was in full rut at the time and hardly had a butt on him as he had been running does hard but he still dressed out at 190 lbs. He has a 10 point rack that has 13 inch g2s and scored in the Maine Antler & skull Club using the Boone and Crockett system at 146 3/8". I still can't believe how fortunate I am to have taken him as my first. I know,I know, When am I gonna shoot a bigger one right? After all it has been 43 years. Problem is I like shooting deer too much and have a hard time holding out for Mr. Big. My dearly departed Dad told me when I shot him that I would probably never shoot one bigger one than him but some day I sure would like to prove him wrong. Who's next?