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FINALLY GOT MY FIRST BOW KILL (1999)
I finally got a deer yesterday evening with a bow! Though I had shot and lost two deer this season, yesterday evening I was bow hunting and had five deer pass below where I was sitting. I was on the ground, not in a stand, nestled up in the skeleton of a downed cedar with another tree behind me. The first two does passed by, as I thought it was too far of a shot, but I reconsidered and decided to shoot at a little doe as it passed. I overshot it, hearing the arrow clatter through the trees and it trotted of a ways. When it stopped and looked back toward the power lines, I realized that another
deer was yet to pass into the woods. Sure enough, a nice sized doe entered the woods, and, when she had her head behind some trees, with only her rib cage visible, I drew and shot. The arrow entered a little high, and just a little ahead of the midline of her ribcage and exited low (I was up hill from her) and just at the back of her ribcage. She ran uphill and diagonal from me, stopping at my level on the hill. She was all humped up in her back, and she just stood there, so I knocked another arrow and drew on her again. She must have seen me, as she took off down the other side of the hill. I went on home and ate dinner, then about two hours later (10:00 pm), went back to start tracking her, got almost to the bottom of the hill and heard her thrashing. I waited another half hour, heard her last breath, and went to collect her. It was fantastic! I hung her last night and I got up bright, well, not so bright, and early, skinned her
out, quartered her, and the rest is history. Needless to say, I'm tickled to death.

Black Powder weekend was the weekend after I shot my doe and, within forty-five minutes of getting in my stand that first morning, I had a nice four point walk within thirty to forty yards of me. He had a big body, dressing out at about 165 pounds, and I took him with one shot. At first I felt disbelief, as he didn't hesitate with the shot. Without breaking stride, without running, he continued to walk approximately fifteen more steps before crashing to the ground.

And one week after filling my buck tag with the muzzleloader, I went back to bow hunting, harvesting a button buck Saturday evening, right at dusk. I was watching the sun set in the stand I shot my four point from, when he topped the ridge. I knew in a matter of moments that the sun would be too low for a shot, but thankfully, he didn't hesitate as he walked down the hill to the corn feeder. He lowered his head to eat, and I drew and shot. He wheeled and crashed into a fence, then jumped again, clearing it. He only went about twenty yards before stopping, standing broadside with his head down, coughing. I couldn't shoot again as it was too dark for the yardage, and when I climbed from my stand to go home, the buck ran off a short distance. Again, as with the first bow kill, I went home to dinner, returning in approximately two hours. I was looking for blood sign when a friend who accompanied me heard him run a short way and fall. Like the first deer, he had expired by the time we reached him. I'm very excited with my hunting this year with my little Hoyt youth bow. I'm only pulling about forty-seven pounds, but it's sufficent within a reasonable distance. Now my hunting is done for modern gun, bow or muzzle loading season until the special two day modern gun bonus season in December. Not that I'm complaining though.

THE YELLOW BUCK
Last season (1998) I finally bagged my first antlered deer. It was a decent sized buck, with four points on one side and two on the other. It was in the open, grazing, as I topped the hill. Seeing it, I began to raise my .308 to my shoulder. Looking through the scope, I was shocked to see that the buck was yellow! Without thinking, I lowered the rifle and looked at the whitetail, which appeared normal in all respects. I raised the gun again and once more it appeared yellow! Realizing that I had forgotten to take the scope cover off, I sighted my rifle on this "yellow buck." Slowly squeezing the trigger, my first antlered deer sank to the ground. I'll never forget having buck fever as I took my Yellow Buck. Here's a little picture of him, taken with my stainless steel Thompson in-line .50 caliber. I used a .44 caliber jacketed hollow point with sabot and 80 grains of pyrodex:

A SIMPLE FACT ABOUT BEAGLES
I was horseback riding the other day and a little beagle started following me. I hollered at it to get home, turned the horse and chased it back, my old dog even turned and growled at her. The little beagle kept following. For several miles this continued with the beagle stopping just when I tried to send it back, then quickly falling in behind when we continued on our way. Even crossing a creek didn't deter the little hound. Which leads me to make two conclusions regarding beagles.
1) You can't MAKE a beagle do anything.
2) You just can't.

A LONE HUNT

Several years ago, my ex-husband and I purchased 36 acres of undeveloped land in the country with the intention of eventually building a home. We called it our farm, and it mainly produced scrub cedar and rocks. The first year we owned it Bill had already used his vacation time before deer season arrived so I was to hunt alone. I got up early each morning, dressed in camo, took my Colt King Cobra and headed into the woods. I sat in the tree stands and watched the squirrels run from limb to limb. Does bedded under my stand, unaware that I was there. I watched one doze off with her head fully exposed on the forest floor, unable to shoot because the doe days were reserved for the last two days of season. Each day of my vacation I was up before dawn and never saw a single buck. Then the final days of my vacation and of deer season arrived. I had decided to sleep in and awoke around 9:00, drank coffee, cleaned house and finally decided to stroll around the farm just to see what there was to see. Not bothering with camouflage, covered with the scent of Pine Sol, I slipped my holster on my belt and started up the first hill. I crossed a little draw and started to climb again when a doe bolted from a clump of trees to my right. Running diagonally away, she was in the clear for a brief moment. I had my revolver drawn and was raising it as I turned with her. Instinctively firing one shot, I brought her to the ground. Within seconds I was at her side. I dispatched her and had the chore of dressing a deer for the first time. That out of the way, I turned to drag her through the brush to the trail that led to my car when I noticed something. The "brush" that I had skipped and danced through like a demented elf was in fact shoulder high black berry brambles. Needless to say, getting her to the car was more of a chore than hunting that day, but it was, all in all, a very fulfilling first hunt on the new property.

Here is a story of a bear hunt, submitted by Clent McCorkle. Unfortunately, the pictures were not included in this text due to limited MB space http://maxpages.com/kentuckyharrod/Ontario_Bear_Hunt

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