In the spirit of DeerSpace's mission of "sharing our Passion"...    

lets use this forum to post our recollections of days gone by...  

our first remembrances of the outdoors...

write a short story, of your first / most memorable hunt...   

{did you fill your tag?  who were you with? now that you have experience, what would you do different?    was it enjoyable? }

we are all different, we are all the same.  

i was 13, hunting with my best friends dad Earl.  this was my first year out in the woods, i always was interested, but never had the opportunity as my mother was raising the 4 of us by herself and i was the only boy of the lot.   i finally saved up enough money to buy (have my mom) a 410 H&R single shot shotgun.   Man i was so proud!  we went squirrel hunting several times that season, just for me to walk thru the woods scaring everything away that was within 100 yards...  i was so bored!  i actually was dreading deer hunting! i had it in my mind, if i can't even shoot a tree rat, how in the world can i see deer?

well first day came and went, cold, tired and depressed i went home and said i was not going anymore.  the next morning Earl came over, knocked on the door, i answered and told him that i did not want to go.  he looked at me, looked outside, then at me again and said "why?"  before i even started to find some lame excuse, he grabbed my vest, pushed my boots towards me with his foot, and told me to get dressed that we were leaving in 5 minutes, like it or not...  we left the house, in the car he explained to me that there is a difference of hunting and shooting and being a hunter versus a sportsmen.

i never forgot that!  we did not kill anything that year, it was the following late season i tagged my first doe, but my first year in the woods was my best.

since then, i have taken many doe and quite a few bucks across 6 states.  i have many mies on my boots, and several scars to prove it..  

my memory of hunting that year with Earl will remain in my heart a lifetime!  i learned so much more than how to pull a trigger!

FROM:frogloreDATE:12/11/2009

kewl story...

Started Fox Hunting with my father at the age of 6, then at age 12, took my first Deer and was addicted for life. Since that time, started my son hunting and started my grandson hunting. Husband of 1, father of 2 and grandfather of 3.

Not my first time in the woods but most memoriable was at age 17 with my father didn't take a deer but had the most precious memory that day in the woods with my dad to make a long story short we both passed on two deer that day a buck and a doe bc our thoughts was on each other and not so much the harvest but we had a long talk and some tears that day and i will never forget it ........my story of this memory is on my page in my blogs called (A day in the woods with my dad) if you would like to read it ..It  will tell u why my passion for hunting is not just the harvest but the true meaning of hunting the memories the laughs the tears and the joy of being in the woods and sharing gods country with someone you love and hold dear near to your heart !!

My first deer was when I was 16 years old. It was Thansgiving morning. Me my dad and my uncle went to our spot in Gloverdale. It was lite rain and the wind was just howling. I kept thinking nothing is going to show in this. About 8 o'clock or so I looked across the valley I was sitting over and into the field. There something was that I had never seen before and the first that was " Oh my it's Bigfoot". It was a deer standing on it's hind legs eating out of the tree that hung over the field. I realized this when it came down on all four legs.

It started my way came down the ridge into the bottom got about 30 or 40 yards away. I riased the Remington 870 Wingmaster, settled the iron sights behind the shoulder so I thought and fired. He just stood there. So I fired again, he turned and ran back the way he had come. I fired again and that one hit home. He had trouble climbing the ridge, ran toward the field, followed the fence and died in the run leaning up against the fence.

I climbed down out of the tree ran about 100 yards to where my uncle was told him what I had done. Then ran another 200 yards to where my dad was and told him. We met up and I took them over to where the deer lay. It turned out to be a spike with one antler broken off flush with his skull. A unicorn deer, thats what he was known as.    

  

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my most memorable time was when my dad put me in a tree stand and said if the dee break they will run this way through the hollow i sat there for the next 2 years during hunting season and never seen 1 deer and the third year i didnt want to sit there and he said if they break they will run through here so i sucked it up and sat there at 930 i shot a 8 pt and i have loved that stand ever since thanks dad

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I Was 14 and Had Never Shot a Deer.  I had seen a nice buck in the woods on tuesday under my dads deer blind while i was in the woods scouting around.On Thursday Night after school I got ready for Hunting.I Would Leave the house and walk straight back along the wood line which went right past my dads blind where i saw the buck, and My blind was right on the edge of the field about 150-200 yards from his.He would be coming out later for he was still working.About an hour before dark I was sitting up at about 8 ft in my blind (which was just a pallet nailed into a tree with a ladder)and was just about to get out for i had to pee so bad i couldnt set still,When out of nowhere was the same buck that i had saw on tuesday and he was right under me at about 10 yards.I Raised my single shot 20 gauge and let him have it.When i shot the gun kicked so hard that my bullet hit him right in the spine and down he went! I shot him again just to make sure he wouldnt get away,and Practicly  Jumped out of my stand with excitment screaming at my dad whom was allready out of his tree after hearing the shots.I ran out into the field screaming I Got Him! I Got Him!