computerdynamics

I'm gonna' catch hell for this one!!! I was twelve going quail hunting with my dad and grandpa. they were a few steps ahead as i was dilly dallying and trying to hold the old single shot 16 gauge that was given to me. Anyway, I wander off to the left of them screwing around and getting more bored by the second when all of the sudden I walked right up on a covey of quail just a foot or so in front of me! They made a heck of a racket and I blasted all hell at 'em, unfortunely they went in the direction of my dad and grandpa!!! I almost shot both of them at once!! My dad and grandpa came unglued at me and I almost got shot with my own 16 gauge! They immediatley relieved me of the shotgun and checked themselves for injuries (none thank the lord) and low and behold I had killed two at once about a foot off the ground! They were quite heavy as they were both quite full of lead!!!!! Inedible in fact they were so shot ridden. Anyway that was my last hunting trip with my grandfather, he lived a long full life, but my dad said the only reason he did was because we never went hunting again??? Hell, I got two birds with one shot????
Tony

PS The hunt for Bin Laden was great but I wasn't there.......

Mayor Al

Terry
Here is Jan's hog in the field...

Con 43

First Mule deer at 12yrs old a nice 3 point. That was back in 1954 and I remember it like it was yesterday

u250680

my first one.

Chez323

I was 12 years old, opening day of buck season in PA back in 1978. I was freezing my butt off in the middle of a snowstorm sitting on a stump overlooking a well worn deer trail. Around 8am (been in the woods since about 5:15-5:30(old memory is bad) I stood up to stretch and look around. Right behind me about 15 yards back was a line of deer walking very quietly behind me. At the tail end of the line was a 5 point buck, one shot from my 30-30 and I had my first buck....... that's my most memorable hunt!

SteveH

Up in northern Minnesota with a friend grouse hunting. We were at least hour away from the nearest town. Bear got into our cooler the first night and we had 5 nights to go. The only thing we had left was a huge thing of pb from SAMs club. It was either we shot grouse or went home. We hunted 8 hours a day and filled out each day. Never had to do that before but we survived.

Wisconsinshooter

I have many, but the one i'll always be the most proud of is my son now 25 still hunts with me every year and when he was just legal to hunt at 12 yrs old he was always taught that the taking of game is very serious and the hunter has a responsibility to take the animal in the most humane way. During a very cold November day during the normal 9 day gun hunt my son was in a tree stand in a stand of pine trees when a huge 16 pointer appeared about 300 yards out. My boy took his rifle and took aim but didn't feel comfortable taking the shot because of the distance and the heavy brush, needless to say he was crushed and we went back to the cabin. As we discussed the buck i asked him about the shot he had and he told me that he felt he hadn't praticed enough at those ranges. I patted him on the back and said it was the right decision. Early the next morning we were once again in our stands and as soon as it got light enough to see through the scope i heard a shot ring out. I knew it was his 270 Winchester, i climbed down my tree and walked the 100 yrds to where my boy was and he was still in his tree stand pointing towards his deer. Well he was grinning so wide i thought he was going to hurt himself, he bagged that 16 pointer about 50 yards from his stand. I was so happy for him, oh by the way it was the 1st time in many years that i didn't get a deer. Great Hunting partner he is.

North country gal

My very first deer was with a handgun - a Ruger Super Blackhawk. My second deer, and probably the most memorable, was a ten point buck (5x5) with a bow. Been plenty of others since then, but those first two stand out.

Hmmm, now that you mention it, my first pheasant is something I could never forget. My first rabbit, too.

Lots and lots of great memories over the years.