[onenut58]

I know there are some of you in here that have some good stories.Like maybe some hog hunting or hunting griz bear up in alaska or charging moose etc.Im about to run out of stories myself.I may have to resort to telling stories about Big Foot and Aliens,killer chipmunks and snowsnakes pretty soon.
I knew a guy at work a few years ago from texas told some fasinating stories about hog hunting.I have seen a bunch of you in here live where there is some good hog hunting and I know your holding out on us.I bet there a few in here that have been up in alaska hunting griz bears that can tell a few good stories.Moose are in a lot of places in the usa and I know some of you have had run ins with them before you could tell us about.I know there are black bear all over the mountains in eastern tenn and nieghboring states all up and down the eastern usa.Giant cat fish and and big ole rattle snakes and moccasins and copper heads in a lot of places. Gators Giant snapping turtles and quick sand.Turkeys ,mountain goats and sheep, antelope ,cougar All kinds of critters all over the usa many of you have hunted or can tell stories about.Squirells ,posum ,*****,and all kinds of birds.
I keep comming into this section hopeing to read some good stories and only a few have posted any. So I tell one and hope some one will see it and say I got a simular one like a few have. But I know there some realy good ones in the minds of some of you in here that would realy be nice to read.
I dont see very many pictures of some the critters some of you have killed or encountered either.I would be willing to bet a bunch of you have took some game with your handguns.If you posted them before remember there are a bunch of new guys like me that havent seen them before.

 

[azmick]

In 2004, two of my nephews and I were drawn for a bull elk muzzle loader hunt in area 6A here in Az. 6A is known for it's large bulls. The big ones you need to work for but they are there. We {two nephews with tags and two along for the ride} went up the day before the hunt to have a look around and set up camp. Being as excited as I was, I woke up at 1:00 AM the morning the hunt began, thinking it was time to get ready. Made the coffee, started the beans, then my nephew woke up, convinced me it was too early to start the hunt.
Got up again at O:dark thirty and walked {alone} to a water hole we had seen fresh tracks at the day before. Picked out my spot by a fallen Ponderosa Pine and got ready. Fell asleep, relativly soon I think. Woke up to the most gawd awful noise. About 50 turkeys were at the water hole and all around me. One hen was about 20 feet from me. I'm thinking I called them in with my snoring. If you have never heard 50 turkeys talking to one another at the same time, think about a church social where the pastor's wife and the organ player are both wearing the same dress. Comical, interesting, entertaining and a train wreck all in one. I listened to that for about half an hour and walked back toward camp, alone, in the rain {my doff of the hat to Hemmingway}. Got back to camp and tended to the beans, had a cup of coffee {that had been on the stove since 1:00AM, it's about 10:00}, and a sandwich. Jumped in the truck and drove to the other side of a canyon and climbed to the top of a big hill and glassed for about an hour, saw just the rump of one about where I was two hours before. Glassed a bit more and went back to camp. The rest of the day was uneventfull, unless you count the beans, they were eventfull but in an "open the window you bastid" kind of way. Saturday broke with the hopes of a good day and two of my nephews went one way and another Nephew and I went another. We saw nothing untill about 9 when we found some fresh tracks going down the middle of the road. Followed them in the truck just around the curve and found some REAL fresh tracks. The cow was still in them. She lit out and I gave chase hoping to see the bull with the bunch. Ran into my neohews, they had been watching for the bull in the same herd I just scattered. My nephew, Eli {USAF now in Japan}, missed a 4X4 in the bunch. We split up again and I ended up at camp making sandwiches when nephew Josh pulls in and says he needs help getting his elk in his truck. He shot a HUGE 6X6 that took five of us to get in the truck after gutting the thing. Spent the rest of the day skinning, cleaning his elk. Sunday morning came and I smelled like, well, like I had been eating beans for three days {I had been}. Took a shower while my hunting partners were razing me {that's way God invented 5th wheel trailers anyway}. Through out the hunt, it had been snowing, raining, and sleeting every day. This day was no better. About 9 we meet a pair of guys in a Ford and exchanged info on what we had seen, heard etc. and went on our way. About two miles down the road my nephew starts hollering to stop. There are tracks in the road on top of the Ford's tire tracks. Away we go following the tracks. The hunt is on!
After about a mile, we come up on another road, Dave wins {loses?} the toss and goes back to the truck to drive it around to this spot. Matt and I follow the tracks, in and out of the mud and snow for about another mile or so we come up on another road. I decide we should go back to where Dave is and drive back to the new road crossing. We are walking back, shooting the bull and my nephew is razzing the dickens out of me for stopping for a breather to often. We are hiking in the rain and snow, I'm cold, wet and it's about 8,000 feet up in the mountains and air is scarce as hens teeth. We walk a ways and I figure the road is to the left and matt thinks it's to the right, Matt trots up a hill to see if he can see the road and I just know it's to the right. He hollars at me that he can't see the road and runs back to me {walking to the right, I wasn't lost, just taking a new path :mrgreen: } we had walked about 200 yds when ahead of us, a herd is grazing between the snowy spots and the mud. There is a skinny, young spike bull in the middle. We looked for the big bull for a while but never saw him. Got to 92 yards from the lil guy and an old cow saw us. We had stopped and the cow just stood there staring at us. The other cows were milling around and I never had a shot untill the spike stepped just ahead of the old cow {still starring at us} and stopped and starred at us too. I nailed him. Died five yards from where he was shot. Reloaded and waited about 20 minutes and walked up on him. Dead as a door nail. I looked up from the dead critter at my nephew and said "Where's Dave, the road and my truck?" Started gutting the critter and before that job was done, Dave shows up about 200 Yds away, on the road, with my truck. I drive up to the animal, we quarter him and load him up. Promptly get stuck. Smoke comes out from under the dash as the wiring to the 4WD blows the fuse. After digging, cussing, and threats to shoot the truck, a guy pulls up in an other 4WD. He can't get it unstuck. We decide a good jerk is what it needs so he backs up to the truck and puts about nine miles of slack in the chain. He punches the gas pedal and slings mud, snow and tree parts everywhere. I smack my head against the door jam, the bumper gets a modification but we are loose from the cold hard grip of the forest floor. We thank the fellow hunter, he will take no money so a tenderloin is given as payment and a token of appreciation. On the way back to camp, we stop for a 'water the road' break, when we leave, I look in the rear view mirror and see a herd of elk in the middle of the road about 300 yds back. We get out of the truck and watch them. The last one to cross the road was the biggest stinking elk I have ever seen in my life. My eagle eyed nephew says it was a 7X8. I get back in the truck and said "lope sided rack, hell I got a perfect 1X1"

 

[onenut58]

Hey that was a good story Azmick ,lots of funny things in like waking up to turkeys. I sounds like some of my trips.You describe every thing realy good I can picture it all in my mind.While no body was looking I would have shot me one of those turkeys to roast over the fire.Thing about hunting elk is once you pull the trigger the funs over.I know that feeling of stinking like elk and the fart berries you were chowing down on I would imagine your nephews kept there distance with you.hehehe I realy liked the story.

 

[Guest]

As boys, my brother Joe and I were duck and goose hunters...We had one pal that always went with us...Johnny..

Now being young we never really had the coin for new shotguns. So we all hunted with older pumps that we could afford. Mostly 12 ga. 2 3/4 guns because they could be had for a song. Well they were great guns until you had high flyovers and they just couldn't get the job done. So my brother decided to work all the OT he could get and finally afford a new gun...When the time came he bought a brand spanking new Model 1100 Remington that could handle the 3" Magnums! :shock:

Next day, the three of us head out to the blind to do some Canadian Goose hunting...We had our blind under a regular flyway and had no needs for decoys...just relied on calling them towards us...

The wind was coming in the same direction as the geese and they were coming in high. Each pass, we'd all three let loose ~ but the 3" Magnum had that extra 5-10 yards of killing power...and brother Joe was the only one to knock his bird down.. Each time he'd proudly hold his gun high and the air and do a little dance, singing a jingle about " Three Inch Magnums"...Johnny and I would just have to suck it up, cuz we weren't putting any meat on the table and Joe was.

On the third pass it was the same story...3 bangs, one bird. And once again it was Joe's gun that did the work. This time he just smirked at the two of us and hopped out of the blind. Got to his bird and looked back at the sad looking pair of us still in the blind. Up high in the air goes the Model 1100. This time he does his little dance and song singing the praises of the " Three Inch Magnums" We were not amused.

So with a big grin, he reaches down to grab the Goose by it's legs. Evidently this goose was high flying just enough to only have been stunned. So as my brother was holding onto it's legs the full frontal assault began. Imagine trying to hold onto a goose with one hand that is beating you with it's wings and trying to bite you at the same time. It was pretty funny as the bird was gaining distance from the ground and was now almost staight up in the air as my brother let go. The goose dropped to assume the full-frontal ground attack. Think he was a bit miffed about being shot. Well in the commotion Joe had dropped his gun and now the goose was litterally chasing him round in circles as he was trying to get to his gun. Johnny and I immediately sprung into action....We both were laughing so hard that we almost fell over in the blind. Joe finally made it to his gun and ran for all he was worth to get away from the enraged Canadian. He swung around and let off two shots before the 3rd connected. Finally putting and end to the epic battle...

He was the driver and was so PO'd that he didn't say a word, just headed for the car. We followed quickly, and grabbed our gear and birds, to load into the trunk. Not a word was said about the whole affair...until Johnny and I were safely close enough to just walk the rest of the way home....then we joined in a chorus or two of the "Three Inch Magnum" jingle...

I don't think my brother spoke to either one of us for about two weeks

 

[onenut58]

That is to funny realy funny good story.I can picture him with that big goose in his face.Beating the hell out of him with his wings then chasing him snapping at him etc.