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  1. Last until 9 before my pops and I had to call it quite. Eyelashes turned into icicles. Saw 5 spooked deer running right to him at 730. He passed on all saying that 4/5 were skippers or small does. Last one was a huge antlerless deer that was grunting the whole time. He heard the grunting and thought there was a buck nearby but it was the big antlerless. By the time he realized the antlerless was making the noise he couldn’t get a shot off. Maybe a buck without antlers??? He said it wasn’t a doe grunt.


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  2. I got my first deer ever with the bow tonight in the pine bush. For some history, my dad introduced me to the sport of hunting when I was basically in diapers and I’ve loved it ever since. I got my hunting license and everything at 13 (although I may have partaken before that ).

    So my first ever bow hunt at 13 years old I took a shot at a doe at 55 yds and missed low. Since then (I’m now 25) I have taken several deer with the gun, but each and every bow season I’ve gone without even drawing my bow back. Sure the years in college made it harder to hunt, but I still went a few times a year. After college I moved to the Capital district, which was just over two years ago. I hunted public land but work has got in the way of me hunting as much as I wanted to.

    Started hunting at the pine bush a few weeks back as I relocated from Clifton Park to Rotterdam. So today I went in for a mid-day hunt, and had to be home by 4 to start traveling back home for the holiday (Syracuse). I was starting to head out when I see a deer broadside at 20 yards. It’s facing away and I start to draw back and *snap* my string attached to my peep hole breaks, the deer doesn’t move (he was staring over a knoll which I think had a doe on the other side), so I do my best to put the sight behind the shoulder and let it rip. This was my first time shooting at a deer in 12 years with the bow. The deer runs about 10 yards, stops, and starts trotting over the small knoll before it sounds like it runs or crashes. Well s*** I thought I missed, deer didn’t act like it was hit.

    I walk over to where the deer was, no hair or blood, so I figure what the hell I’ll follow the tracks and see if I can catch up to him. I go about 20 yards following the tracks, and see this massive pool of blood. HOLY HELL I HIT IT! Then I look up and a foot away from the blood is the buck staring at me laying in a bush. Nearly jumped out of my pants! Did the old eye ball test and he didn’t budge. From shot to find was under 1 min.

    I started harvesting him (first time I’ve ever done this on my own), and found the disintegrated double lung and heart shot. Absolutely perfect, especially for the first shot in 12 years. Arrow went through and through but I hope to find it one day. I think I still have a little shake and adrenaline going now and this was 6 hours ago. God I love this sport. Patience always pays off. de59099887b743c44999d49105fd1618.jpg&key=a2de8b8b71757e0b26a19b6a484fe16339fbeeade054f18e7e0cf938bc741f98861f48aec58d802afbd09b2906fbb984.jpg&key=31844270abbb438cd2ac8fafbb17306382d7c2876565c3fc35c809f9aa682ec71a85cf255bc0aae9a38212ee2ffb6867.jpg&key=9ae205d63b4774dfb9f51e12b50adf83904cc67a975b1545408e9478f9e5e20922cbf6c77989e31a7d877e35d2922d0a.jpg&key=9fadc7f7c57f781031946dc9c7b92eb6b4425cf23c1c93cf86b9d7ba7c24d8c8a07e207f55b4a2ca4468e7f34278b421.jpg&key=5d2d391f4215f38958ffbd6ac1ae9d799ef46dc71d6085728aad5fbcd9e47a94

     

     

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  3. Hope you didn't take that the wrong way, I wasn't second guessing just asking. I remember the first doe I ever shot. I gut shot her and my Dad and I tracked her for what seemed like miles. We jumped her once and she was running away and I didn't shoot. My Dad was yelling at me asking why I didn't take the shot and I said I only has an @ss shot. I remember him yelling what are you going to do wound her more? Take the damn shot!!! That has stuck with me now for 20 years. We finally caught up to her in a bed that she was too weak to get out of and I put her down. 

    This reminds me of my first ever (and still biggest) buck from 10 years ago, pic attached. He was following/chasing a doe, and I got a nice broadside shot at 25yds. Runs about 20 yards and crashes. I can see him laying there, not moving. The doe actually comes back to him, smells him and stands there. She leaves after a few minutes. I walkie to my dad saying big buck down. He tells me to wait, I’m just sitting there for 30 min watching this massive buck laying there, still hasn’t moved a muscle, meanwhile I’m shaking like crazy. I start walking up to the buck, about 5 yards away, gun on him, he still doesn’t move. Stand over him, still doesn’t move. Someone talks on the walkie, and it’s loud, the buck jumps up and takes off, I couldn’t get a shot off as he almost runs me over, and he luckily goes right to my dad, who finished him off. Don’t think I’ve ever got yelled at more in my life for not finishing off the deer when I had the chance. So now I do the old poke the eyeball test. Needless to say I certainly learned my lesson and won’t ever forget it. 96f552aea103f3ceec014d73b3b9bd5d.jpg&key=b8acaf1795db9e20a07a44b4991d75376b31c13409e06ecd8a4cc17cc5e31ae7

     

     

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  4. Saw the biggest buck I've ever seen on the hoof yesterday. Adirondack Giant!!! Couldn't tell ya how many points but easily 20+ inch inside spread and 12" plus tines. Tracked him in the snow for 3/4 of a mile and got within 40 yards of him before he caught me and stood up and ran up a steep ledge directly behind a pine tree never presenting a shot. 3 miles later caught up to him but was with a hot doe and was a few hundred yards ahead. Tried to gain on him until he mountain goated this mountain side like nothing of course silly me couldn't resist following him and letting mr big get away. End result I followed to far to a point of no return and snow let loose and slid off a 25 foot ledge about 4-5 miles back in the woods about 330pm...ripped my sleeve off my camo jacket landed in a snow avalanche that cushioned me. Had to figure out how to get myself out of the woods and got to my truck at 8pm only 2.5 hours or so after dark.....with no flashlight, no cell phone and no topo map. (Cleaned out back pack from being wet last hunt and forgot they didn't get back in bag.) Used matches to get bearings of compass sporadically. Luckily I know the topo of the area vividly and managed to get to a creek and followed it back down to my truck. My family was 15 minutes from calling forest rangers and reporting me. No serious injuries besides I pulled and strained nearly every muscle in my body, reinjured my torn meniscus and reinjured my torn labrum in my shoulder. What a day. So no hunting for me for awhile.....but I'm alive. Congrats everyone that punched a tag today!

    Wow that is a crazy story. Glad you’re okay and knew the area a bit!


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