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Post by Sasquatch on Jun 19, 2023 12:20:35 GMT -5
Most of you have I'm sure watched the scene in "A Christmas Carol" where the Ghost of Christmas past had Scrooge looking through the window at Fezzyiwig's old Christmas party.
I have often thought, wouldn't it be fun to look unseen upon a merry gathering of old family and friends, some no longer with us, as they enjoy each other's company?
Then I thought, what if you could do the same at a great outdoor experience? Look on as a third party, or even through your own eyes, as you landed that big bass, your favorite gobbler came into view, or your kid took his/her first deer?
If you could choose only one experience, what would it be? ( hard to pick, isn't it? )
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Post by duff on Jun 19, 2023 14:22:12 GMT -5
Impossible. Just thinking back I can think of 10 or 15 that would be awesome to relive.
1st deer hunt with best friend more for the anticipation vs the harvest as neither of us scored for a couple years.
1st deer killed, mom and dad helped and neither were hunters.
Epic duck and goose hunts with my bro in law and shootsa410
Fishing with dad and uncles, my kids, cool places, nostalgic spots
I would never be able to choose just 1
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Post by astronankin on Jun 19, 2023 14:28:11 GMT -5
The time a giant 12 point came between my dad and I while hunting with a crossbow back in 2015. He was gonna skirt Dad, but hit his scene and then came down towards me. I could have shot him at about 40 yards if he had stopped sooner, but he didn't and I had to let things go. I was being extra careful that morning and didn't get bad buck fever like I normally do. He kept walking, and I was NOT expecting to get another chance. But he came out of the brush and started coming down the side of the ravine but changed his mind, and meanwhile I was just letting myself watch him. That was amazing, but now I often replay it in my mind exactly the way it occurred and see myself either calling to him earlier on the first chance I had for an opening, and/or calling and stopping him when he came out of the brush the second time. I greatly regret having let him get past, because I now realize that he was one of those absolute giants.
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Post by Sasquatch on Jun 19, 2023 14:43:32 GMT -5
The time a giant 12 point came between my dad and I while hunting with a crossbow back in 2015. He was gonna skirt Dad, but hit his scene and then came down towards me. I could have shot him at about 40 yards if he had stopped sooner, but he didn't and I had to let things go. I was being extra careful that morning and didn't get bad buck fever like I normally do. He kept walking, and I was NOT expecting to get another chance. But he came out of the brush and started coming down the side of the ravine but changed his mind, and meanwhile I was just letting myself watch him. That was amazing, but now I often replay it in my mind exactly the way it occurred and see myself either calling to him earlier on the first chance I had for an opening, and/or calling and stopping him when he came out of the brush the second time. I greatly regret having let him get past, because I now realize that he was one of those absolute giants. That is awesome! I can tell you a missed chance is a better memory than a rushed or bad shot. And your dad was there! Hard to beat. ( welcome to the forum btw) |
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Post by steiny on Jun 19, 2023 15:34:37 GMT -5
I'd like to rewind several chip archery shots I've had and blown on really nice trophy whitetails.
It's a big part of why we love bow hunting. It's never a sure thing.
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Post by featherduster on Jun 19, 2023 19:30:50 GMT -5
My first "BIG" King Salmon 28 pounds.
The fish was at 425 feet out when he hit and the reel was screaming.
It took about 25 mins to land and I was totally whipped.
He jumped a couple times and made a loud belly flop sound.
My first deer with a bow.
My first turkey.
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Post by saltydog on Jun 20, 2023 5:18:17 GMT -5
Along with a couple other buds, we were invited on a 3 day Salmon fishing trip on the Pierre Marquette river in Michigan.
On the 3 day after most all of us caught our limits in salmon using questionable methods, the guy that invited us had not caught his first fish due to he was using just a fly rod, other guys said thats the way he always fishes.
Well that 3rd day down to the last minutes of our fishing Mark lands a nice salmon with his fly equipment. About that time a Bald Eagle fly over our heads about 10 or 15 feet above us while we were wading in the river. It was a most awesome sight.
On a Pheasant hunting trip in North Dakota in the late 80's, on one of the hunts it was my turn to be a blocker along with a couple others. as the the other hunters and dogs were driving towards us, a flurry of pheasants come flushing up and above us. Im telling you it was hundreds. I just stood in Aw and took it in, it was like something that you would on a tv hunt. I had never seen or since then ever seen that many birds.
Of course my first deer with a bow.
My first turkey.
Calling in my sons first turkey.
Coon hunting with my dad growing up.
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Post by huntsemall on Jun 20, 2023 6:11:49 GMT -5
Hard to pin it down to one event.....so I'll cheat and choose 3 - LOL
Going squirrel and coon hunting with my grandfather who introduced me to hunting. The woods seemed soooooo big and scary at night. How times have changed, he would use a coal oil lantern to spot and shoot the coon.
The other would have to be my son's first turkey and deer harvest. He's 30 now and I can remember those times like they were yesterday.
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Post by greyhair on Jun 20, 2023 8:54:03 GMT -5
My bachelor party on a buddy's farm. Among other things, I threw a flashlight in the little pond and my best man dove in and got it. He crawled out with the flashlight in his teeth and came up to me on hands and knees, dropped the light, and started barking. This was repeated several times while the crowd was rolling in laughter.
Well, you asked...😁
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Post by Woody Williams on Jun 20, 2023 14:08:56 GMT -5
First game kill…
A cotton tail rabbit at age 11 on my own. I used my grandpa’s old Marlin shotgun It was very similar to the Winchester 97.
It was so big I could not shoulder it and shot it tucked under my armpit.
I and a couple other young friends was hunting in an old abandoned brick yard. None of us had ever killed anything…except maybe spatsies with our Daisy Red Ryder Carbine BB guns.
I jumped the rabbit and was trying to line up on him running. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for him he stopped. BOOM! Down he went!
I was the local kid hero for quite awhile.
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Post by gumbootbill on Jun 20, 2023 19:41:44 GMT -5
My first whitetail. Took me 6 years to do it.
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Post by bill9068 on Jun 20, 2023 19:58:49 GMT -5
Doubling up with my dad on a deer hunt. We both arrowed a deer back in 85’. Once we both shot the same deer, I shot first and hit it to far back, it went by my dad about 100 yards away and he nailed it. Got my arrow back. We did end up doubling up 2 more times. Doesn’t matter what memory, any with my dad.
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Post by Woody Williams on Jun 20, 2023 20:01:30 GMT -5
Doubling up with my dad on a deer hunt. We both arrowed a deer back in 85’. Once we both shot the same deer, I shot first and hit it to far back, it went by my dad about 100 yards away and he nailed it. Got my arrow back. We did end up doubling up 2 more times. Doesn’t matter what memory, any with my dad. Amen! My best hunts ever were with my son and grandson.. |
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Post by deadeer on Jun 20, 2023 22:29:45 GMT -5
Mine would be my first deer. My dad took me and stood under the treestand. He wasnt a hunter, but knew my passion at an early age. I got a button buck with a kit muzzleloader my mentor neighbor guy helped me build. I remember the fun we had gutting it with my big Rambo knife. Lol. Never forget that one. We drove straight to ny grandparents house first. They were so proud and talked about it for years.
My mom used to take me hunting too. She sat in the truck and read books while I hunted. Not many parents dedicate time like that to kids if it's not something the parents arent interested in.
Of course my boy getting his first deer at Esshups, and prior to that catching a giant catfish in Esshups pond were both great highlights in my outdoor life.
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Post by Ahawkeye on Jun 21, 2023 5:10:45 GMT -5
Great thread! I will have to think about that and add mine after I get off of work tonight!
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Post by stevein on Jun 21, 2023 5:19:57 GMT -5
My Dad had passed in the spring. Opening weekend I was in my stand when a doe and fawn came down one of the trails. This was back when you had to draw for the bonus tags and I did not get drawn. She crossed my trail and went on high alert. She made a quick exit. I remember thinking "Dad you know I do not have a doe tag how about sending a buck by?"
Not a minute went by when I heard grunts coming from where the doe came from. It did not take long when I spied the buck nose down on the doe's trail grunting like a hound on a rabbit.
I had already positioned myself for a shot at a good opening when I spotted him. He kept coming and when he stepped in the opening he stopped giving a perfect 30 yard shot. It only required final raising of the rifle and minor adjustment to line up on the pocket and squeeze the trigger. At the shot he just stood there looking around looking for the source of the noise. I carry all my stuff in a pouch and horn. I started to load while watching the buck. When I started the ball down the barrel the sound of the short starter hitting the loading block made a noise and the buck looked at me. He flicked his tail and it was then I noticed blood coming down his side. A few seconds later he stumbled then fell.
It is all clear in my mind as that day in 1985.
Thank you Dad
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Post by esshup on Jun 21, 2023 10:17:57 GMT -5
Way too many things to pick just one.
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Post by Ahawkeye on Jun 21, 2023 18:33:10 GMT -5
After putting some thought into this I have come up with a few.
Any hunt or fishing trip with my Grandpa.
My first gun hunt with Dad, we got an 8 pointer that day and I was so happy! I didn't even shoot it and I was happy as any time I've ever been after shooting a deer. Taking it to the check station was AWESOME! I remember the men asking if I shot it, I said no bit I helped drag him out! The joy I had that day was only surpassed by the birth of my children and my wedding day.
There's a few fishing trips I had with Mom I'f love to see. True story, Mom, Dad, and I were fishing Dogwood lake in the spring. I was a fledgling bass fisherman and learning to cast a spinner bait. On my backswing I slapped the side of Mom's face with the spinner bait. We were in a cove with a few other boats. Mom yelled at me for a good 5 minutes, Dad and I were shushing her and that just fired her up even more! If I could watch that sequence of events I think I'd die laughing! Absolutely hilarious!
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