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These are stories sent in by viewers like you. If you have a story you would like to share with the YBC please e-mail it to me and I'll post it up. Hi, my name is Seth Haley. I am 14 years old and i enjoy the outdoors. I play football in the fall when i'm not hunting. I love to fish in the summer. I have deer hunted for three years, but one year i forgot to send in for my tag so i sat at home and moped all seven days of deer season. I have just recently took up bowhunting. I shoot reguraly in the yard. I have even collected a few trophies from 3-D shoots. I shoot a Hoyt Raptor Solo cam Redline. I plan to also start muzzle loader hunting this coming up 99' hunting season. My story is about a deer
my father shot in about 1994. Luckily I was there to see it. It was a cold
misty morning. No movement in the timber at all for many silent minutes.
Finally, we heard rustling in the timber to east of us. A Large 14 point
buck appeared about 50 yards ahead of us. my dad was nervous. (so was I)
My dad thought he had a perfect shot when he
It was a cool, damp November morning. I had been hunting a pope and young buck now for about a week. I had found a place that he had been traveling very regular and I was a little late that morning getting into the woods. I was walking around a old logging road when I ran upon a doe about 15yds from me. She caught me but couldn't figure me out in that advantage camo. We stayed there watching
each other for about 10 minutes and I just so happened to look up on the
hill about 60yds up and seen nothing but horns up on the hill. It
was a doe that was in heat and the buck wasn't letting her out of site.
Finally the doe snorted at me and started trotting around the hill and
then I saw the buck coming off to trail her. I quickly took
Finally we got some brush in between us and I got in front of the deer and set up. I sat there for a couple of minutes and the doe came out about 30yds from me and then I knew what was next so I got ready and there he came out right on the does behind. I stopped him 30yds away, aimed, and shot right between the deers legs. I got so excited I overdrawed my bow. Jimmy Owens
I guess this isn't really a hunting story....more of a scouting story. Still, I thought you might be interested in what I have to say. I was scouting at my treestand, when I decided to see if I could call in any does with a crying fawn call. I had done it before, and I thought of doing it again after watching The Truth V. Anyway, I'm up in my treestand, wailing away, when all of a sudden my tree gets rocked. I mean, it shook big time. I didn't know what happened. I looked down to the ground thinking (half jokingly) that maybe a doe was ramming my tree or something. I had never heard of that before, but I didn't think it was impossible. Anyway, There's no crazed doe running into my tree, and I'm confused. I decide to forget about it and keep calling. A few minutes later, the
same thing happens, only this time I see the cause. I look over to the
side and I see a huge bird flying away...a turkey vulture! I'm guessing
that maybe the vulture was hungry and came to where the noise was. He saw
it was nothing and just stayed in the tree for a while (the first shaking).
Finally, he decides I'm not food and flies away (second shaking). Needless
to say, my heart was pounding, so I decided to head home for the day.
-Gecko567
I had been deer hunting 8 years before I got my first deer. It all started on the morning of october 26 at around 7 am. It started off horrible then got to be the most memorable morning of my bowhunting career. First off I didn't want to
get up and it took my brother-in-law, Tony everything he had to get me
up.We got to our hunting spot before daylight and headed for our trees.
I got to my tree and used my climber to get to the height I wanted, went
to put on my safety belt, and my flashlight fell out off my pocket and
hit the ground hard. I was trying to decide whether to climb back down
to get it when I heard something behind me, turning around expeccting to
see a squirrel imagine my surprise to see a nice 8 point buck a mere 35
yards away. The buck stood statue still for a few seconds before heading
staight for me, he looked at me twice and my treebark camo worked perfectly
he stepped behind a tree I brought the pro-line to full draw and when he
stepped on the other side I touched the trigger on the release. The shot
was a little forward and hit the point of the shoulder putting him down
instantly, another arrow through the lungs finished the job. The excitement
was unbelivable I tried to step off the stand ,thank goodness I was wearing
a safety belt. He was a 185 pounds and 8 points and I was a record
class trophy to me!
I was only thirteen when I applied for my first turkey archery permit. The year before I had a gun tag but unfotunatly was unable to fill it , but I was detirmined to make it a totally different story the next year. My grandfather has taken me hunting since I was to young to remember, but this year , I was on my own. I talked my mom into letting me take a thursday off from school because it was opening day. So just before daylight I got on to my 350 Honda Fourtrax fourwheeler and took off into the dark woods to my stand that was placed on our regular hunting ground in a tree. The first part of the morning was very quiet until around 9:00A.M. I thought that I heard some noise and I did . Coming straight in was a large hen. Then about eight others followed her. This was in the fall so I was able to take a hen. So with my PSE Bandit bow in hand I waited for a clear quartering away shot. Then it all fell apart. Something had spooked the birds and in a mer few seconds the birds were gone. So I went back later that day and told of my adventure to my other hunting friends. Reluctantly the next day I went back to school, but a whole lot of good it did, all day the only thing on my mind was those birds that had so amazingly elluded me the previous morning. The next morning was a saturday
and like the morning before I was in my stand before dawn waiting on my
turkeys, but when 9:00 came ,then10:00, I must admit that I was beginning
to get worried. Then at about 11:35A.M. I heard a noise. The birds that
had avoided me returned. I got down my bow and waited for the right shot
that I had praticed over and over in my grandpa's backyard . I new that
I had to take my shot fast because the birds were starting to make signs
that they were about to leave. So I took aim at a smaller bird and gently
squeezed off the release. My arrow darted off my rest and into the turkey's
vital area. But there was just one problem. I was using a tracker string
and before my arrow hit the
Duck Hunting With Dad
It was a regular day, but
it was really cold. Dad woke me up at 4o'clock in the morning and
asked me if I wanted to go duck hunting. I said, "Sure! Can I take
my new Red Ryder BB. Gun?"
We went out in the country to Mr. Jameson's farm. Dad stopped at the house, and we went in to check to see if we could hunt. Mr. Charlie and one of his friends wanted to hunt with us. We rode out to the cow pasture, where we hunt. After we parked the truck, we all got out and unpacked our guns, calls, and shells. We crossed over the fence and walked to our hunting spot in the pasture beside the swamp. After about 10 minutes, the ducks came. They were high and fast.Boom! Dad shot at a summer duck that came in towards the swamp. He missed. I rested my Red Ryder gun under my arm, since it wouldn't fit on my shoulder. Boom! Boom! Boom! "I got a duck, Dad!" We kept on hunting.
Dad finally shot a duck. His Summer duck fell in the thick woods.
After the hunt, I found my duck beside a little pond. Dad looked and looked
for his duck. I tried to tell him that I saw it, but he said to please
be quiet. Mr. Charlie finally found Dad's duck
I like to go duck hunting because it's a lot of fun. And my Dad likes for me to go duck hunting with him, so we'll have duck for supper! END
This is a story that is very
sad. I had the big one but as they say the big one that got away.
I was hunting in Collodean in Montauk New York. It was perfect there was
a slight breeze that gusted every now and then to about 20mph. I
sat there for about 2 hours saw three does about 30 yards away. A
little too far for me. It was getting a little dark but still light enough
to hunt. Right in front of me i hear a few steps. I thought okay this is
good. Upwind and all. Perfect. About five minutes later
i saw a shoulder role in the bushes. No rack yet. Then i
We found the arrow about
a mile away with about 18 inches missing. Blood in the feathers and eveyhting.
I really thought i was going to fing this one. We trailed him for about
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