Most memorable hunt?

[Blkram]

What has been your most memorable hunt to date? And why does it stand out?

For me, there have been many, but the one that stands out the most has to be;

My first trip to the mountains to go guiding elk and moose hunters by horseback with my Dad, in the Prophet-Muskwa area. My first trip guiding. My first trip to the mountains where my Dad has guided for most of his 45 years in northern BC. Where the Chadwick Ram was harvested. My hunters harvested a nice elk and moose, and I helped my Dad's hunter find a 55" bull moose that scored 227 B&C points (largest moose shot in the area that year). Saw numerous grizzlies, elk, moose, caribou and experienced beautiful mountain scenery, rivers and star-filled skies.

Many thrills, but the greatest being to do this with my Dad, who has always been out there in the mountains, and having never had the opportunity to share it with him before. Spent three weeks out there. Hoping to get back there for a hunt of my own someday. Stone sheep and caribou would be my main goal. Just hope that Dad still has the legs to climb those mountains as he nears 70 years of age (but his Dad was still going out there at the same age, so the prospect is good!)

 

[Gunner46]

Hands down, the 1st big game hunt I went on with my son and we wound up staring down a 200# Florida boar at 15 ft. He never wavered, never flinched, never twitched......at 10 yrs old! Frozen in fear, ignorance, or absolute confidence in the ol' man, I've never questioned. He did it.
(NEVER told his Mom either)

 

[26NosFan]

I will start by saying any hunt with my Dad as well, may he be hunting everyday in the happy hunting ground beyond. I sure do miss him, everyday.

Nov 17th 2009. It was a dreary nasty rainy cold day. Went out anyway for the afternoon hunt and hunkered down over a cut soybean field. About 4:30 a doe comes trucking into the field like her tail is on fire. I grab my rifle and get her in the scope as she slows. She looks over her shoulder and that's when I catch movement in the far corner of the field where she came from. Immediately I can see antlers extending beyond the ears on both sides, with the naked eye no less, I know he's big. He stops just inside the field 1 step from the treeline quartering to me. I calm myself and get him in the scope. I have the white on his chest and his shoulder. I split the difference and steadied. the last breath, let out slow, squeeze, recoil, and that sound of bullet on wet hide. I work the bolt as I see him stumble and make one jump over the fence landing nose down. Then the realization sets in that a VERY big deer was down, the after shot shock and shakes. I hurriedly dial my dad an tell him I have one down and to bring the truck. he asks how big and my reply was the biggest we have ever taken, any of us, he's on the way. I grab my gear and start the long walk across the muddy beans. Getting to the spot where he was standing I range my spot, 222yds. I walk to the fence and there he is. I safely cross and set my hands on him. I'm literally in awe, a huge deer even by Missouri standards, a massive body and huge rut swollen neck. 5 perfect on the right, 5 perfect on the left with an extra G2, left brow is grooved making extra points. 13 scorable. He's WIDE, really wide. I just sat there in amazement at this magnificent animal. Dad made his way to me and his reaction of "holy $#%^" had me rolling on the wet ground. It took dad an I an hour to get him through the fence and to a point we could get the truck to him. Best laid plans as we got the truck stuck and had to go get the tractor, very comical. his measurements are 22" inside spread, 19" between his G2s and 17" between his front tips, bases are both nearly 8" around, field dressed weight was 265 lbs. His score, 174 3/8". Unfortunately field photos didn't turn out but here he is mounted semi sneak.
Rifle was a Rem 700 stainless topped with a Burris FFII 3-9x40
300 WSM, 150gr Nosler BT over 67.5 gr of W760, Win Cases and WLRM primer. Just under 3300fps. The bullet took out the shoulder blade and lungs but came apart violently. it fragmented but the largest piece was found just under the hide on the off side flank. Very messy inside but dumped all the energy where it needed to be.

 

[DrMike]

A beautiful specimen, to be sure!

 

[salmonchaser]

That is a beautiful buck.
My most memorable hunt, I was 12, hunting deer in eastern Oregon with Dad and his buddies. I became location challenged and by the time I figured out where I was, knew I wouldn't get out by dark. Remembered my training, selected a good location and prepared for the night. The search team located my fire, dad wanted to observe for a while. When they finally slipped in on me I was sound asleep. Dad cold camped nearby, at dawn I reached the road in about 15 minutes.

 

[tecumseh]

The first grouse hunt I went on with my dad when I was 11 or 12.

 

[sask boy]

That is a beautiful buck what a great trophy :wink:. My most memorable hunt was my first draw Mule deer hunt. I saw 2 bucks that would have scored over 200 but did not even get a shot at either of them. My closest friend's dad who taught me the art of hunting often told us that you never see a big buck that is stupid :mrgreen:!

Blessings,
Dan

 

[rjm158]

"I will start by saying any hunt with my Dad as well, may he be hunting everyday in the happy hunting ground beyond. I sure do miss him, everyday"

+1 x infinity

Ron

 

[Guy Miner]

My most memorable hunt was with my youngest son, for his first deer. He'd tried and tried, and just couldn't get on a mule deer. At that time he was allowed to take a doe. On the last day of our hunt we slowly walked up a canyon here in central Washington, quietly. Spotted a small group of mule deer well ahead of us. We moved out of their sight and stalked closer. Eventually ran out of cover, proned out at about 275 yards.

He had the old 6mm Remington in a new "youth" stock. Shooting those hot-dog 95 grain Ballistic Tip bullets... Rifle was on a Harris bipod. He held right on the back line of the biggest doe and pressed the trigger.

She went down hard! Slid to the bottom, instantly dead.



He's become a pretty enthusiastic hunter since that day, years ago. I think his smile tells how he feels about filling the family freezer for the first time ever.

Guy

 

[DrMike]

I suppose I should add an account of what just may be my most memorable hunt. It was, not surprisingly, a hunt with Blkram (Gil). I seem to have spent an inordinate amount of time during the past fifteen or so years exploring northern BC with Gil. On one occasion we were elk hunting. Bulls were bugling and battling. We had walked out onto a field when one particular bull began bugling. Gil barked, "Get down!" I was, characteristically compliant with his commands. He bugled once and the largest bull began a trot toward where he had heard the sound. As he neared where we were crouched, Gil magnanimously commented about the beautiful six-point elk, "Sorry, Mike, he's not a six-pointer. I'll take him." You need to understand that at the time the minimum point restriction was six points or more on one side. However, as Gil spoke, I was looking through my binos and dissented rather vigorously from his assessment. :?

It was at this moment that Blkram him me from behind, knocking me to the ground, as he barked, "Get down!" Kneeling on my back and slapping me in the head from time-to-time, he was taking aim, all the while slapping me in the head and urgently whispering sotto voce, "Stay still. You're wiggling too much. Hold still!" I heard the bark of his rifle just as I finally was able to gently removes him from where he was kneeling on my back. Raising myself to a kneeling position, I quickly assessed the situation. Gil had hit the elk, but his shot had only wounded it. (Gil does that a lot.) Knowing how much he really, really wanted that elk, I decided to assist him. I lifted my Model 94 Big Bore (356 Win) and dropped the elk with a Texas heart shot to anchor the big boy right there. "What'd you do that for?" Gil whimpered. "I had everything under control." Still, the elk was down. Gil generously laid claim to the beast. (He does that a lot.) We walked over and he admired the beast, at last conceding that it did, indeed, have six points after all.

And that is just the way it happened! Don't let him tell you any different. If I hadn't been with him, that big bull would have gotten away. And he never did thank me for getting his elk. :mrgreen:

 

[Guy Miner]

Funny stuff Mike!

 

[SJB358]

Wow, that darned Gil sounds like a heckuva partner Mike! :lol:

Hate to see what would happen if he didn't like you :shock:

 

[Clintsfolly]

One that stands out to me my dad decided to go hunt with me after a long time of not going. He was not sure where to set. So a hour before daylight I set him in a lawn chair as told him I would be about 250 yes over that way and left him. As the sun came up he see that he is on a hill top in the middle of a picked bean field. Later he said he was pissed I put him in a bad place but figured that he would set it out. About 30 minute after daylight I watch 6 whitetail doe,s walk in single file right pass him 50 yds out. Can see him, the deer, and flash hear the boom and watch to doe fall. That turn out to be the last time he hunted but he sometimes go to deer camp with me or my brother. That sight will stay in my mind forever.