terry_p

I have had many from my getting my first deer at 14, to an elk/mule deer hunting in beautiful CO and not seeing an animal until we went sightseeing in Rocky Mountain National Park but my most memorable would have to be the Caribou hunt I took my dad on just 5 months before he passed away. We flew into northern Quebec along with my BIL and FIL and a couple of friends and then into a bush plane out to a tent camp that we shared with a fine group of seven guys from Nebraska. We all scored two caribou each and my dad shot the biggest in camp. It was a real adventure and a great hunt and I was glad we could go together and share it.

kiwihunter

Good for you Terry that sounds like a great hunt and even better great memories of some pure quality time spent with your Dad.

I couldn't start to pick one great hunt over another .... there's been MANY from sitting in a blind with my Dad from an early age in the middle of winter waiting for the ducks ,walking a good pheasant paddock with Dad on dusk,hiking through the Kaimanawa ranges with my son hunting Sika deer ,or trawling our Wood hill forests and watching my son bag his first fallow deer .....they were all great times and very very memorable and very special to me .....i guess once it gets into your blood hunting aint a sport its a lifestyle,any time spent with my son in the field is to me quite simply as GOOD as it gets.
regards KIWI.

OH25shooter

My first whitetail buck. A friend and I were hunting on his wooded property, home to lots of whitetail deer. We slowly stalked up a small hill and came to a fork in the path at the top. He looked at me and said he'd break off to the right. I started to walk to the left and suddenly spotted antlers walking above the short tree line. I froze and within less than a minute I was staring at an eight point buck. I had already set myself up in a standing shooting position with my shotgun at the ready position. So when the buck spotted me I moved very little, then BANG went my 870. He dropped were he stopped. That was very memorable for two reasons. It was my first whitetail deer, and had I taken the path to the right instead of left, my friend would have shot that deer not me.

Roki

Hmmmmm...while I have not hunted for deer since I was a kid with my Dad, recently I have taken to "partridge" hunting here in Maine- really a grouse, but for some reason it is called partridge here. Anyway, I flushed a grouse on a mountain side in Rangely, Maine and as he had flown into deep cover, chased after for about 50 yards. The woods were deep, dark and just caught a glimpse of him taking off from a downed tree to my right. As a left hand shooter, it was a truely instinctive shot, some call it a wing shot, others call it a sh-t shot, but low and behold I got him dead on as he flew a straight line away from me. Afterward, I recalled it was one of those shots I did not even think about- i saw him, the gun mounted and I had grilled grouse that night for dinner at my campsite. I hope I have that same experience again next season...best rgrds...

jralston78

Last weekend at dd ranch in ohio took a Russian boar with my srh at 25+ yards was dead before it hit the ground. But had a great time with a bunch of friends from work.

bwinters

Searching my company warehouse at 3 am one night with 2 police officers after a breakin. I found the intruder first and my 45 colt ruger blackhawk pointed at tehm convince d them to be good boys. that and a 45 colt round over their head also convinced them to drop thir crow bar and knife. I had a solid wood wall behind them and a stell wall backstop behind them so I was not worried about the bullet I fired hitting anything.

razadp

Mine was an Australian water buffalo hunt.

Spotted a flock of white birds from a mile away, and the guide said I bet there's a buffalo they are walking around. Stalked in and out of the edge of the forest on the edge of the salt croc swamp to get pretty close to a solo bull, and even though he was not as big as some others I had seen from the truck, I was happy with the stalk and hunt and took him. He'd be a Bronze if I had bothered to submit with Safari Club International.

turkeynstrut

That would be hands down a hunt with my 8 year old daughter, I bout pissed myself from laughing as I watched her shoot 16 yes that's right 16 times at the same squirrel with a Chipmunk .22......and yes she eventually killed it on the 16th shot at about 70 yards the funny thing is there was times that it was less than 20 yards when she was shooting at it, let me tell you that was one REAL COOPERATIVE squirrel.......I still get a laugh every time I think of it.

trigger creep

When I shot my first big game animal five years ago, a six point buck, at the age of 10. Shooting a deer with my dad right there was awesome, and it will probably remain my most memorable hunting moment for the rest of my life, even if I do get to Africa someday as I plan to.

HAWKEN

My most memorable hunt dosen't involve killing anything. Several years ago, both of my boys were still home. We were on a squirrel hunt in an oak grove, in North Central Indiana. I sat down, with my back against a Pin Oak, at the edge of a pasture The wind was in my face. I saw a button buck come out of a thicket, about 30 yards in front of me, and start feeding towards me. He even took an acorn, from a low hanging branch, of the tree I was sitting under. When he passed by, on my right side, and I could no longer see his face, I reached out and grabbed his right hind leg. He jumped straight up in the air and bounded off. I don't believe he ever knew what had him......Robin

opos

I grew up in Colorado and hunted everything that moved from the time I was about 9 till I moved away in the 60's....I never went back to hunt as I never wanted to be one of "those out of state hunters" we didn't care much for...

I used to hunt North of Steamboat Springs, Colorado right up near the Wyoming border...I always elk hunted and deer hunted in an area called Farwell Mountain and we normally filled our tags without much trouble (open land...no "guides", etc... just go...camp...get an animal and come out)...One year we had jeeped in and were settled in the night before opening of the season way high on the mountain and the next morning I hiked down about 1/2 mile and sort of sat down and relaxed next to a big old tree. I heard all the shooting and commotion way down the mountain below me as the season opened...I just sat quietly and soon heard the crashing and rustle of animals moving uphill toward me in a hurry...I had a cow elk permit and figured I'd fill the tag in the first hour of the season...then here they came...several big cows with some calves and yearlings with them..they were running and crashing along up a trail trying to get away from all the mayhem down below.....I just sat and marveled at how desperately they were trying to get away from all the shoting...I never even raised my rifle and just let them go on by untouched....then I caught a movement out of my eye and there...just sneaking along about 200 yards off to the side was a beautiful trophy bull...the kind you see in the pictures and the one I'd hunted for all my life and never got....he was almost silent and just sort of trotting along....by the time I collected my wits he was gone....Smart old boy letting the cows make all the racket and just sort of using them for cover. Got a spike bull later in the hunt so not all was lost but man...that was my one big chance.

1mathom1

Two stand out. First was when my son got his first deer. The second was when my daughter got her first deer.

jlh820

Sounds like a very special time. Glad you got to go one more time with your dad.

I've been hunting twice, both many years ago. Once was a rabbit hunt. I shot twice and got two rabbits. We ate them that evening. But the most memorable was when I was about 20 or so. I flew up to meet my brother in Oregon. He was a cop and so were his 3 buddies that joined us. My brother is 11 years older than me. I always looked up to him but outside of this hunt, we never really did anything together. My brother wasn't much of a hunter and we cut our trip short since he came down with the flu. The weather wasn't cooperating either and it rained as much as it didn't. One guy bagged a deer right before we left but the only other deer we saw was after we had been out all day, returned to camp, put our gear away and then zoom... one runs right through our camp followed shortly by a BANG. Another hunter shot it.

Well we were soaking wet and one of the guys put his backpack down near the fire to dry out. We were huddled around and I start to smell something. Burning plastic! The backpack had a yellow plastic box inside full of shells. The fire melted away the one corner that didn't have any shells in it.

Then comes the night. 5 guys and 2 small tents. My brother and I shared one and the other 3 in the other tent. Some time during the night the storm picked up and we got deluged. The other tent wasn't setup securely and it collapsed. So the other 3 guys bring in their cots and sleeping bags to sleep in ours. It was wall to wall cots. No floor space whatsoever.

If you ever want to see how many laws you can break, try going with a bunch of cops. I wonder if the guy that bagged the deer mounted his electrical tape and flashlight next to the deer?

But it was fun and I was glad to have some bonding time with my brother.

Waveform

Great thread! Hunting with my dad and my son together in a deer blind or holed up in cover trying to call in a turkey are very memorable. Best hunt was recently when my 10 year old son dropped a 185 lb boar in its tracks with one clean shot from his .243. I don't know who was more proud - my son or his dad!

kiwihunter

My most memorable hunt ?....All of them as i posted earlier......i started out as a "pup" around five yrs old or so with my Dad and now my soon to be 18 yr old son is my first choice hunting mate.
One hunt that does spring to mind was a hunt in Sept 05,my son then around 10yrs old had won a ballot to hunt a local forestry block habitated by Fallow deer a couple of days before the hunt i had broken my ankle and was in a cast on crutches....not wanting to dissappoint a very keen young fellow off we went.It was one of those days where we had four seasons in one day sun rain and a swirling wind,to cut to the chase early afternoon we came across a group of does standing in a slight clearing off a forestry track and between us my boy nailed his first "Fallow" around 80 meters through the cover.Now i don't know if any one here has ever been faced with carrying out a deer through reasonably rough terrain with a broken ankle on crutches but it aint much fun so in my pain i heard a young voice beside me say "I WILL DO IT DAD" the only way he was going to be able to accomplish that mission which was a good 3 miles of broken forestry track to the gravel forestry road and our 4x4 was to "tow" it out. Which meant i couldn't dress it out there as everything would stick to it spoiling the meat so it was a full weight carcass i made a harness up from some rope we had and he "towed" it back to the truck while i hobbled behind,he was very determined and by the time we got to the truck he was one very tired little guy and i was one very proud Dad.