New York Hillbilly

So my first New Year eve in Alaska.....what a hoot!! The sounds of fireworks are drowned out by the constant explosive sounds of joyous gunfire that continues to build minute by minute finally erupting in a massive crescendo with enough percussive energy to beckon John Philip Sousa to claw himself from the grave to join in the festivity! 2015 in Alaska has now officially..... "b-gun"! hahaha! NY Gov. and anti gun friends would have pissed themselves!

Hey Lawdwaz I'll speak to the gun shop fella in town tomorrow. I have people here that claim all they did when they moved here, was to have family mail their long guns to them through the regular mail. No matter how we do this it will be a nice rifle to do some Alaska hunting. Send me a PM and we can work out the details. Thanks!

It's been a few years since I purchased a firearm, so will someone tell me, how does this FFL check thing factor into a private deal? Lawdwaz, if I wanted to buy this rifle and have it shipped to me here in Alaska could it be done?

For the first time in my entire hunting life I had to miss opening day, and in fact the entire deer season. I have had to live the experience through this site and all of you. While It broke my heart to not be there, some of the BS that comes with hunting I was fine to be away from. This particular topic however I did not escape and I will chime in. My brother in law and nephews had full reign over my place, stands, and even my house while I was away. What happens at 4 am on opening day while I'm sad in bed in Alaska (4 hour time difference) instead of sitting in my favorite deer stand as I'm missing deer season opening day breaking my 39 season run? I get called by BIL telling me that my neighbors had placed stands just over my fence line and were not only facing into my property, but were pissed at him for driving my four wheeler along the perimeter trail on my property, to help recover another neighbors deer for him after being called for help. So this touch hole not only was hunting my property, but had the gall to then be upset for the four wheeler possibly screwing up his chances of shooting a deer off my property. People who feel the need to antagonize others to get their rocks off are not firing on all cylinders! It reminds me of cows sticking their heads through the fence to eat grass when they have an entire field of green grass behind them. I loath people who feel so desperate to kill a deer, or keep somebody else from getting "my deer" that they set up on top of other people. Much to the bad fortune of my neighbors; I will thankfully have my entire deer season off next year as it has already been approved. I will then resume my long standing rule. If you shoot a deer from a stand on the fence line you will NEVER recover it! I will gut, tag and give to the first needy local family I find. I have actually done it in the past, and will again if the opportunity presents. I don't even care if it is a record book buck. I don't want a deer somebody else killed hanging on my wall. I'll video me sticking the rack in a table vise and cut the damned thing in a pile of one inch pieces!! Again, people who march through life finding ways to intentionally cause trouble or put others safety at risk, have a screw loose and should not be surprised and/or piss and moan when the tables get turned on them!

Really...I think it looks like a deer! lol Just thought I would make a Woody type response! You're right. I thought the same thing. Coach would be proud!

My 1187 has done the same thing a couple times over the years. It happens if hunting in real cold temps, and is because of too much, or wrong type of lubricant. If the gun oil you use is too heavy, it gets viscous in the cold temps and slows the firing pin, or sometimes stops it all together. Look at the primer on the shells that did not fire and see if they are dimpled. Give the firearm a real good cleaning and if its hunting in real cold temps try using no lubricant after its clean. I will bet it solves the problem. It did for my 1187. A missed shot is a tough way to find the problem exists. I feel your pain on this one!

After eating the butt hole ...."what does the fox say?" hahahaha

I wondered the same thing.

Whenever these stories get posted it's always the same thing all over again when it goes wrong. The sun was in my eyes, the deer jumped the string, my bow hit the stand, the barometric pressure dropped as soon as I released the shot, a bird slammed into my arrow mid flight. It's never I was so desperate to kill a deer that I did something or a bunch of things I should not have. Once you shot at the first deer I would think the thing to do would have been to wait until you could get down an investigate what really happened. Especially if you thought you hit it in any way. Without following up on that shot I can't figure why you would have shot the second deer. And, without knowing if you had one wounded someplace, why take a marginal shot on a second deer, at the end of the day, when you can't put in the effort to recover it afterwards? To me this isn't a matter of a rookie mistake.

What an incredible statement: "It was a good day but this put a real damper on my drive home". So you shoot at two deer within a minute of each other; the first you "actually hit it but with the shaft so all I did was give it a shock", and then a minute mater you shoot and mortally wound a fawn that you don't have time to recover. Exactly what was good about this day? I hope you plan to go back tomorrow to try and recover the deer.

Just climbed off the ferry from Bellingham, Washington to Haines, Alaska. Gas here is 4.85 a gallon. What the hell !!! With all the oil pumped out of this place? Who's zooming who?

My wife and I just drove from NY to Washington and nowhere did we see wildlife like we did in Wyoming. There were antelope along the road most of the way and mule deer slaughtered on RT 90 the entire way. You did your homework Biz!

lol Sure, I can laugh about it now but I thought I was a goner then. I'm surprised every time I broke wind for a week after, my family did not hit the deck for cover!

There have been too many over the years, but one of my classics almost (probably should have) landed me in the emergency room. It was late in the muzzle loader season, and I had been working so much I had little time in the field. On one of the last days I managed to get my work done with time enough to allow my hour drive home, a quick change of clothes, and the last hour on stand. I raced home, left my truck running in the driveway, and over my dress clothes I pulled my insulated bibs and put on my wool coat. I grabbed my muzzle loader, jumped in my truck and drove across the back lot to my parking spot. Once there, I climbed out of the truck, loaded my muzzle loader and hurried to my old rotted out “camper stand”. I climbed in and sat on my plastic bucket. Peering across the field to where the scrub apple orchard begins I prided myself on how my plan had come together. After a fews moments though I began to listen to and feel my stomach rumble. In order to get done in time to allow this late afternoon hunt, I had skipped lunch and was now suffering the consequences. Then it occurred to me that I just might have something stashed in my jacket pocket. Fumbling around with my right hand while still watching the field, I discovered about a third of a left over Payday candy bar. I have no idea how long it was there, and to be honest didn't care. A little lint and grit was nothing compared to the gurgling. So with just a slight side glance, I peeked at it as I lifted it into my mouth. I was pretty happy at the salty sweetness of the linty peanut treasure I had discovered. As I slowly chewed and swallowed the candy, I briefly felt something odd with my tongue, then bit down on what I though was a filling that the candy just dislodged. Upset over losing a filling, I placed my hand to my mouth and spit the rest of the candy into my right hand to take a look. My emotion went from upset to pure panic when I discovered what I thought was a filling was not. What I had bitten down on, and no doubt swallowed in an undetermined number, was my 209 primers! The sticky candy was in the same pocket with a bunch of loose primers that had fallen out of their little box. Totally freaked out, deer hunting be damned. I jumped from my seat and standing in the field I began sticking my finger down my throat trying to make myself puke. Unable to do so because I had not eaten all day; I then ran to my truck and drove back to the house with my mind racing with the thought that at any moment a primer might go off in my guts. Back at the house I told my wife what happened as she stood there trying to keep me calm but clearly concerned as well. I began guzzling water straight from the kitchen sink faucet and eating everything in the cupboard to get something in my stomach. I was then able to make myself throw up to the point I was dizzy and my voice was hoarse. I wanted badly to call the ER or poison control but was afraid and pretty darned embarrassed, so instead I sat in my lounge chair all night drifting in and out of sleep. By morning, I still had not exploded or died so I got ready for and went to work. At work I did share with my doctor friend and nurses what had happened, and they went hysterical saying such things only could happen to me. Needless to say; there has never been another candy bar in my hunting coat since! This incident could have added a whole new meaning to shooting off my mouth!

My thought is a shoulder hit stopped the arrow. Arrow snaps off like that either when the deer falls on it or it strikes a tree as the deer runs off. I wouldn't try to chase it around in the dark. If you did the same thing in the morning I would say a real quiet slow follow but not in the dark. Good luck in the morning finding your deer.

My thought is a shoulder hit stopped the arrow. Arrow snaps off like that either when the deer falls on it or it strikes a tree as the deer runs off. I wouldn't try to chase it around in the dark. If you did the same thing in the morning I would say a real quiet slow follow but not in the dark. Good luck in the morning finding your deer.

What a beautiful day!! My camo for today is a light weight blue flannel shirt and camo pants. Lol

I vote yes on both of your questions.

Great picture and even better title. hahaha

Absolutely, it is beautiful. I would love that mounted exactly as it is standing, in my living room!

If it looks like a duck, waddles like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's a duck.

Congrats on the kill and recovery! How about some pics on the harvest thread and your story. With my upcoming move, I'll be living most of my NY deer season through all of your eyes.

Cool Predate. Not only did they eat it they also made it grow antlers. Is there nothing those wonderful coyotes cannot do? Oh yeah I forgot, they can't dodge the slug I put though them every chance I get. In season of course!

So whats the outcome? Recovered deer or loss?

My last hospital contract was to work 40 hours a week with occasional on call as needed. Their idea of as needed resulted in an expectation of routine 70 hours a week minimum, and as many as 120 + hours some weeks. Needless to say I'm no longer there.