DeerStalker22

Im pretty sure itit was throughout the whole experience. I was so scared that I couldnt even reload my muzzleloader.

A few years back, when i was still new to hunting, I was involved in a drive with my father and a few close freinds of his. the drive had ended and i felt it was a good time go do my duty in the woods, so i sat there with the gun up against the tree and my guard off, when suddenly I heard an animal running behind me. Not thinking i turned and pulled up my pants only to see a mature black bear running at me. I didint know what to do as i was young, so i stood there and watched the bear run at me. the Bear eventually stoped about 3 feet away from me. I was so scared and didnt know what to do I just raised the gun and shot. Thank God the bear wasn't hungry

Where abouts are you from?

Really nice pics, the one of the mallard is just amazing

Ya Culv, at my camp the deer herd isn't the biggest, but I still go to camp every weekend when I could just hunt at home and have it alot easier. But there is somthig about the camp atmosphere that draws me back. The way I look at it, I would much rather go to camp, learn alot from the older generation of hunters, and work really hard for my deer. The work weekends always seem to be fun to. Its kinda funny doing such hard work up to camp always seems to be fun, wether it be cutting and spliting wood of improving and repairing the trails and road. Good food and great stories.

Ya I can remember stoping in at the old Wardens house with my grandfather after coming back from a day of turkey hunting out there, and ya all those ridges do look the same when it starts to get dark.

I know that there are more people on this forum that have some sort of tradition whether it be a camp tradition, or just a tradition for the beginging of deer season, I want to here them so please respond to this, after all, what is hunting without people/family that have the same passion as you that you can relate with. so please tell me your stories. I love hearing about hunting stories, whether it be from new hunter, or older hunter, I believe this is a great topic for this website to state how we all got to were we are, the pation for the outdoors that I feel that everyone on this fororm feels, so please tell me how you all got started.

I hunt alot of state land, including Upper and Lower Lakes in Canton as well as many others, I have always hunted from the ground by still hunitng as for most of the land I hunt has alot of acres. I have had sucess going to the places that others won't including my biggest buck to date. A nice 6 pointer with 2 broken brow tines. I shot that deer on opening day when all the other hunters were only a few hundered yards in the woods and I decided to head into the think swamp.

Thanks guys, I'm glad I found a NY hunting forum that has people that feel the same about hunting as I do. I have one question though, whats the difference between a newbie and a full member and Jr. member?

I shoot a Bowtech I got about 5 years ago and I love it. If you ask me, new bows are getting a little bit rediculous, yes there getting alot faster, but look at the arrows they are shooting, they are getting lighter as the speeds go up, this in turns leads to less ethical kills in my book as the arrows don't have the energy for clean pass throughs if the shots a little off. I dont plan on buying a new bow any time soon, mine shoots just fine for me.

Yah that is one thing I love about deer camp is the favorite dinner dish, at ours its always a big pot of spaghetti with homemade sauce and meatballs. The cleaning the deer is another good part to. Getting all back together to talk about the stories and celebrate a good days work. But for me, being a younger hunter, my favorite part of camp is sitting through my father's and both my grandfathers stories when we are all into camp, as well as all the other peoples. After a good days hunt, no matter what the outcome was, I know that when I walk into camp, i get to here a good story no matter what.

I drive all Polaris for both snowmobile and fourwheeler, and I think they are great machines, but to be totaly honest, these days, the compotition is so equal that no matter what brand you buy, your going to get a quality machine. It all comes down to whats the easiest for you. You have to think about getting the machine fixed since even the best break down at some point, so I would go with the one that would be the cheapest to get serviced.

I grew up hunting out of the Stag Inc. hunting club in South Colton and I love hunting at the camp, between camp traditions and the atmosphere, just wondering if anyone would like to share their camp traditions or favorite memories

Oh Weird, he knows alot of people from the area cause he does plumbing heating and electric, I did some turkey hunting over behind the old game worden this year, and i heard that a really nice buck was shot over that way this year, a big 12, and my camp is on Carry Falls resivoir

Cool I hunt Fish Creek to, you might know my father than, His Names Bruce Ladouceur

Bubba where abouts are you from, and what areas do you hunt?

Hello my name is Ethan, I grew up in Ogdensburg on the St. Lawrence, I hunt and fish in the St. Lawrence valley as well as the Adirondacks. If theres a season for it, then im willing to pursue it.

I was wondering the same thing with the pictures but i would have to say I would trust my profesiors opinion in telling the what type of cat it was, seeing how he does make his living teaching students about animals, and has his Phd in Wildlife Ecology and Conservation, and as for the dragging deer up into trees, yes all cats, as well as bears and coyotes hide thier food, wether it be burying them or dragging them up into trees so they can feed later.

This past season I harvested my first bear and was wondering if anyone knew of any good recipies for bear. I have it mostly ground up but do have some steaks. Thanks

I go to school in the Adirondack at Paul Smiths College for Wildlife Management and a professior of mine and his class had seen a mountian lion on one of their outdoor classes, and I have personolly seen skeletons up in the crothes of trees also, so i have no doubt that breeding pairs will be here soon.

1st. My favorite hunting memory is from last season after I had walked up on a Black Bear at my camp in the Adirondack. I was heading to my favorite stand, when I heard what to me seemed like a buck grunting. It was right around the time of the rut, so i figured it was a buck chasing a doe. So i stoped and glanced the area for movement, after seeing nothing moving i proceded to walk around the tree in front of me when I noticed something dark ahead of me that I didnt remember being there before, so i paused to get a better look. I pulled up with my scope and it wasnt moving, so i figured it was just an uprooted tree so i took two or three steps and it took off running, so at this time I knew it was a bear and pulled up and shot. The bear dropped so I sat there for 20 mins and then proceded to walk up on him. when he stood up and started to run. So I shot again and he went head over heels. After another 20 mins I again started to walk up on it, this time the bear was standing on his hind legs 40 yards away, after a 3rd shot he was down for good. After skinning the bear, i had found all three shots had hit there marks, I guess the bear just didnt want to go down without a good fight. 2nd. My second favorrit hunting memory is the year I shot my first deer with the bow. I was 17 and had a old grey doe walk out in on me without me knowing, as I was wathing a different area, my phone, which I rarley carry with me, went off and the doe stood up. It was a 40 yard shot and getting dark, I first made sure she didnt have a fawn, which she didnt, then drew back and let the arrow fly. I didnt see the arrow hit the deer but i felt confident about the shot. When I went down to look for blood however, I couldn't find hair, blood, or my arrow. So I tracked the deer in the mud for 30 yards and still no blood, so I Walked back to my stand to make sure I was checking the right area, and I was, so I proceded to track the deer. 10 yards past where I had left the track earlier, was my deer, a 132 pound doe. Later on that year for the opening day of norther rifle, me and a close friend were hunting state land near my home, when i walked up on what looked like a decent buck. We saw each other at the same time and the deer bolted, with only seconds to shoot, i pulled up and got a shot off, the deer stumbled and I knew I had hit it, so I shot again and again it stumbled. After another shot, the deer went down. I walked up on the deer, which was a decent sized 4 pointer, and could only find one hole, after skinning the deer, I found I had hit the deer all three times, and the three holes took up a space no bigger than a 50 cent peice. 3rd. THis one is a fishing story of mine in which I had taken a friend out in persuit of Northerns on the St. Lawrence. My friend had never caught one before so I told him we would get a few. Only expecting to catch a few, I took him out and got to the first spot. On our firtst cast, we both hooked a Northern, nothing with any size, but we had a double on the first casts. it seemed like every other cast we caught one, at the end of the trip I had caught 14 and he had caught 10 with the biggest being a 37 inch caught on a little spoon