hunting

“who's goin hunting? who's been hunting? where are you going hunting? what huntin for? have you ever had herpies? ............




discuss amongst yourselves.....”

“Don't hunt..I only shoot cameras..”

“Never learned to hunt, wish I had. Dad was a wuss, and "girls don't do that sort of thing..."”

“dave. i'd do that too if i could afford a camera, lol!”

“I got a deer day before yesterday:)

If they had a sharp stick season, I`d whittle one.

Never had herpies!”

“saweet gib toof! d'ga get him with a bow?

we have a bowling pin season here...it's a blast!”

“My parents hunted deer when I was a child. I can remember eating venison steaks, but didn't know what that word meant. Today, I could do it still, but just don't tell me that that's what I'm eating.

Personally, I dislike hunters. Ran into a few ingrates on opening day, that didn't give a rats ass about all the other people using the area for hiking, biking or running. Rude jerks! That's just one of many reasons why I don't like hunters. I know that if it weren't for them however, that we would be over run by the wild animals out there, but it's the act of killing that bothers me. Always has. Sorry guys.”

“Yup!
Droped her in her tracks at 15 yards. She was gone before she hit the ground.

It`s bow season here now and I wouldn`t have killed her, but she had a front leg broken. Someone had shot her with a 22 and just broken her leg in the lower joint.”

“s'ok coyote. it's not for everybody. i used to hunt alot, but anymore, it's too much work(after the kill). i'm just happy to be outside in the woods. too bad you ran into some jerk-offs, that sux. it's happened to me too, but there's some mighty fine people out there too. poeple who love the outdoors as much as any of us.


sounds like you did the right thing big.”

“coyote13, I don`t like some hunters either, but to lump us all in the same spot`s wrong.

It`d be like me saying because a few women I have known have wronged me, or been rude, that all women are heartbreakin`, baby makin`, home-wreckin`, trouble makers.

Well,...some are, but I`m willin` to bet there`s a few good women left in the world and we shouldn`t have `em all put to death:)”

“oh no! he's gonna sing! ! !”

“I've only hunted a little but, hunting for me has been an excuse to backpack and camp. Never got anything a moose, but I tried. Funny thing, my wife found it more acceptable for me to go on a hunting trip, "providing meat" for the family, than a simple backpacking trip. I've gone many time with friends, them with a gun me with a camera, too.”

“If I can find out what the Urban reg.'s(city ord.) are in my neck of the woods for deer I might be setting up shop in friends backyard. Nothing like hanging out and drinking coffee on this guys back porch waiting for the deer to come thru in the morning.

My older brother has film footage of a healthy looking 10 pt. eating out of his bird feeder in the heat of the day. The 'burbs' maybe the place to hunt in the future. I've never seen so many deer in the city as I have in the recent years.

Mostly my hunting time is spent on private farms in either KY. or IN going for pt.'s and beards. Thank goodness for kind people.”

“I didn`t wanna kill her, but I didn`t want her to have to suffer through a long winter like she was. Turns out she mighta made it fine though, I`ve seen lots of three legged dogs.”

“I agree, BF, and I apologize for lumping you all together like that. There are some decent people out there that do us the favor of cutting the population down a bit.

I've never been one to stomach killing a living creature. Not that this is a good comparison: I was driving home one afternoon, and a robin flew in front of my car. Yep, you guessed it: I hit 'em. I cried! I even went so far as to bury him on the side of the road.

I know that we have to help out equal the balance of nature, but .... it doesn't make my stomach any calmer, seeing a ? pt. deer or a doe on the hood/roof/trunk of a car or truck as I'm going home from up north.

BTW BF....... there are a few good women out here....... believe me. I know, 'cuz I'm one of them! ;-)”

“but 3 lagged dawgs don't taste nearly as good.....”

“that's you que....”

“I bet you are a sweetie:)

I know a girl like you too,.. she wrecked her car twice, to keep from hitting a deer once and a dog the next time. She`ll never walk again, but it was her choice.

I hate to be the one to tell you this, but someone did in that hamburger you ate, or chicken nugget too:(

And don`t ask me about Santa, or the Easterbunny:(”

“HOSSENFEFAR!”

“What about the Easter bunny? HEY! Don't tell me he's taking another vacation! He already owes me a few dozen baskets! And what's this about Jolly ol' St. Nick? I'm still waiting for my new car from that man! LOL!

I know. Like nearly everyone else on this planet, I too, don't like acknowledging where my food comes from. I just like eating it. But when it comes to those deep brown eyes of a fawn, it breaks my heart knowing someone just murdered her mother and/or father. That's all.

I feel bad for that woman. But you're right: it was her choice. I probably would've done the same things. In fact, I know I have, without the same devestating results. I had an entire herd of deer cross right in front of my car in the dead of night, and just barely missed one of them. I've never driven at night the same, since then..... and that was over a year ago.

Oh.... and (smile...).... thanks for calling me a "sweetie"... (blush)...lol!”

“LOL @ strat! How tall do you think that king was? 2ft 5? LOL!”

“lmao! that's about right!”

“Hey..... I'm outta here. Gotta get a decent nights sleep! I won't for the next 48 hours.... heading to Jordan River tomorrow with birch and sass and smiley girl. Really looking forward to this trip. Wish me luck that I don't fall down and make a silly fool of myself out there! hehe!

Have a good weekend!”

“I take it you are a strict Vegan?”

“Oh boy, now you done it Coyote13!

There's some things you just don't say unless yer ready for a fight. (I'm even biting my typing finger right now)

It's all in how you look at it. You wouldn't like there to be no hunting so all the deer would be stumbling around in YOUR backyard, disease ridden and starving? Or maybe running in front of your car?I bet you'd rather they have a quick and comparitively painless death. Most hunters are grateful for the meat, not just the antlers.

I haven't hunted for two years and am looking forward to sitting in the blind, at least, with Birch. I may get a license, if I get some target practice in before November 15. I'm looking forward to returning to Birch's Uncle's farm. It's a gorgeus 180 acre parcel in the thickest deer populated county. It has all a person, or a deer, could desire; corn, apples, oaks, swamp, and a creek.”

“cool saassy!”

“Cartoon in recent issues of the New Yorker, two guys are sitting in a boat fishing. On the back of the boat is a bumper sticker--"I'd rather be hunting!" :-)”

“I piffed a grouse with my car once on the way to my bro's house. GOt out, took it home, cleaned and barbequed it. Yummers!”

“we just tie them to the engine block with bailin wire. time you get home it's good ta go....”

“I'm serious. It had no gamey taste at all, was suprisingly sweet, tender, and all white meat.”

“Sass, I gotta get to know you two better!!! 180 ac. in the heart of deer country. Whats Birch's cell #?”

“I killed a deer once that had herpies. Shot it 5 times in the head and it still wouldn't die. Had to stand on its neck to finish it off.”

“Stratdewd, I hear what your sayin' about all the work after the kill. But just to do a little preachin' about "the spirit of the hunt" . . . it should be alot of work before hand as well. You should work for that deer, elk, moose, etc. You should consider w/ great respect what you are about to do and be thankful for the meat you are about to recieve. It should be a huge mental work out. My dad made that a big part of learning to hunt and I appreciated it even more when we were guttin', skinin', and butcherin'.”

“Ultra, and just how can you tell a deer has herpies?
isnt that getting a little personal with it?”

“I had nothing better to do and it did get me outa the house for a spell. I did wanna go out to the woods to get away for a while. The onlt thing I had intentions of killin` was time, but I did decide I`d take my bow, just in case.

I got outa the truck and tested the wind, I wanted to walk in with the wind in my face, so as not to advertise I was anywhere about to anything worth seeing, before it gota look and a nose full of me.

I fumbled and stumbled about getting my gear out and myself away from my rig, but went cat like amoung the trees makin` my way to where I wanted to be. I figured I`d maybe at least see a few deer ahead of the front that was movin` in and a front like it always pushes the critters ahead of it somehow. Them moving, restless, searching, or feeding about, knowing the front`s bringing much needed rain and they`ll be holed up a spell till it slackens, or peters out.

Well, I guessed right and sure enough I was seeing deer on the prod, other critters on the prowl and winged stuff a plenty. Each critter going about what nature had taught `em they needed to do in order to survive yet another storm and for some critters, this would be their first real storm of the year. We had a bad summer and very little rain, only two little heat showers and they were a blessing. For the unlucky, or young, or ill prepaired this on-comming storm would be their first, or last one.

I stood in the shadows and listened to the wind picking up, watched the limbs overhead sway as the gusts of wind caught `em threatening to rip `em free. I watched the clouds roll in and heard the distant sounds of thunder, far off, but rumbling ever closer, as darkness seemed to come on early, because of the low slung clouds.

Some critters get in a hurry with the suddeness of a storm and others seem not to mind it one bit. Deer seem to love it before a good rain and this afternoon was like that. The deer made their way down the draw the far side of me and fed up along the ridge I was on. Some passed by me almost close enough I coulda reached out and touched `em. Well, not actually, but still mighty close, I held my breath as they passed by, but I thought my heart betting ninty miles a minute would spook `em and it mighta haddn`t there been the sounds of distant thunder.

Most of the deer I saw were to far to even consider with a bow shot, but that didn`t bother me any, I wasn`t figuring on a shot, just wanted to have a look see. Well, it looked like I`d be getting wet and walkin` out in the near darkness if I didn`t up and haul back to the rig pretty soon so, I eased around the tree figuring I`d sneak back out like I came, but not more than a few yards away I spot a doe, her alone and limpin`.

I see the trail she`s takin` and I know where I can make a sneak on her and maybe get ahead of her before she crosses the top of the ridge and it`s on my way back to the truck anway. I get as low as I can and haul it along as quick as I can and sure enough, I do get there just ahead of her, her not making very good time and all `cause of a bad leg. I get an arrow ready and come to full draw on her while her head`s behind a whiteoak tree. She hops out from behind it and I look through the peepseight and open my fingers on my right hand. The arrow flys streight and true, she never hears the release, the twang of the bow string as it`s energy`s transfered to the arrow. She doesn`t see the arrow ben as it takes the impact of the string, she doesn`t see the arrow coming.

It`s over before she even feels the sting of the arrow tip, she just sacks up as it hits her and she folds like a one egg puddin` and never quivers as she goes down.

The only part I don`t like about hunting is the kill, that moment between life and death, when I have to judge myself and what I`m doing here, or about to do. I face that question each and everytime I hunt and I have to face myself for doing it.

Hunting`s not right for everyone, I can`t say it`ll always be right for me either, but for now I can do it and I enjoy everything except the moment the hunt ends with a decision, right, or wrong.”

“Mapleleaf, sweetheart, right before I blew its brains out I connected with its inner being, kinda like Jonathan Edwards sort of crap. I saw all its past experiences. The near misses from other hunters bullets and the horse it tried to hump last year that gave it herpies.

Anything else you'd like to know, darling?”

“If you eat meat, you hunt. You hunt by proxy, but you hunt.

I have no problem with hunters who put meat in the freezer. I have big problems with hunters who kill for the sake of killing, or to see animals suffer.

Some years back, I was on the A-Trail in Pa during small game season and bow season for a four-day hike. On Thursday and Friday, I ran into numerous upstate hunters dressed in camo. They were quiet. I'd round a bend in the trail and there they were. We'd talk and pass along the way.

On Saturday morning, I noticed the forest was unduly quiet. I wondered why. Then I learned:

Loud voice from downhill: "Are we there yet?"

Louder voice from very near ridgetop: "Yes, it's starting to level out!"

I moved out smartly to avoid being mistaken for an elephant or a beer can.

Happy hunting to the hunters; have a nice eternity to the slobs, hopefully sooner than later.”

“This thread sort of makes me sick in light of the guy hunting HUMANS in our area (DC, VA, MD)...


Anyway... Upland hunting and fishing is about all I can uaually stomach. For food it's the way of things... intent is the key here!”

“My freshman yr. of college in WY, my roommate, her bf, and myself reported a bunch of redneck, crap heads for going bezerk on a herd of antelope. The college has a camp in the mtns. and everyone was heading up there for some event. We're driving along and this extended cab pickup w/ about 5 retards in it, suddenly flies off the highway onto a dirt road running between 2 fields. There was a herd of antelope out there and all the sudden the morons started pickin' 'em off. (BTW, you were allowed to bring your firearms to the front desk of your dorm and check them in and out for hunting, target practice, etc. This is the West people, we're wild.) Anyway, they shot or wounded about 5 animals and then flipped a U in the middle of the dirt rd. and flew back onto the highway behind us. Apparently, they felt it was no big ordeal. Well we did and we reported the suckers to the Fish and Game and to the authorities at the school. LOL! They all got fines and hunting rights revoked. They had a little problem w/ us for the rest of the yr., 'cause we weren't quite about reporting them, but whatever, they deserved it.”

“i like deer



meat.



i've got no problem with ethical hunting, i prefer eating deer meat than the stuff from cows. unfortunately, there are quite a few hunters out there who have little or no ethics. i personally don't hunt, but my buddy does and he gives me venison.”

“Boy newgirl, you sure know how to ruin a good time.”

“Yep, I'm a real party pooper.”

“Good call newgirl. I'm proud of ya.

One of the biggest stories I ever wrote was about a poacher who trapped bear inside Shenandoah National Park. He'd shoot them with an arrow in bow season and a rifle in rifle season and tag them as being shot outside the park.

I released the story to the AP and it went all around the state of Virginia. He was convicted and did jail time as well as a hefty fine.

The park rangers and game warden were having a victory party, and the game warden asked for a phone. He called me in the middle of the party and asked if I wanted a big story. What a scoop that was!

I doubt that guy told any more hunting stories after that. The story played out over a long time, so I kept his name in the news. The rangers and game warden helped me, even telling me how to find the trail and follow the evidence. Then I covered the trial and sentencing.

That was one of the most satisfying stories I ever did. Rangers told me the story was the talk in all the country stores around the park.

Sometimes we win!”

“Right on Geo! I just think stuff like that is uncalled for and miserable. It makes anyone who hunts w/ a brain and heart, seem like a bad guy too.”

“Our paper used to take photos of hunters with their deer on the first day of deer season.

So one day this guy has a spike buck that must have weighed all of 95 pounds before being field dressed.

He told me it was a 200-pound stag, so I put that in the caption.

The copy editor was a boozer who frequented the local redneck bar, called the High Hatter.

He saw the caption and called me over. "That's no 200-pound deer!"

"I know," I said, "but that's what he told me and that's they way the caption reads, that he said it was a 200-pound deer."

"But we'll lose our credibility," the copy editor said.

"No, we won't because of the way I worded it. The point is, when that photo runs, his buddies down at the High Hatter are going to laugh him out of town."

So the caption ran as I wrote it, and the copy editor came in the next day and told me the guy was laughed out of the bar.

Hee-Hee. Sometimes I play rough!”

“Hunters contribute millions of dollars for wildlife and wildlife habitat.”

“I love venison. I've never been much of a hunter but I used to buy deers off of a guy at work when he'd filled up his freezers and had extras. I'd just pay the processing fee and had a whole apt. freezer full of venison tenderloins, steaks, chops, ground and sausages. Man, do I miss that connection...”

“You bought deerS, Rosey? LOL! Did you ever try mooseS or elkS? Have you ever had mouseS in your apartment? (I'm just kidding yaz'!)”

“Hahahaha. That's funny because I was just having a conversation with someone about that the other day making fun of that very mistake.

Hey, it's Friday!!”

“hunting isn't murdering coyote 13.

ultrapecker, my wife and i went and saw jonathan edwards in concert last week. great show.

i done killed/butchered enough cows to feed everyone who posts here beef for their entire life. it never bothered me. and i worked on a dairy the same time i worked in the slaughter house.

i've shot deer during the day and at night as they stared into my spotlight. during season and out of season. always ate them. if it was night or off season huntin they were usually gutted, skinned and quartered in 5 minutes, on the pit cooking by mid morning.

hunted a lot when i was younger, don't hunt anymore. know lots of hunters i like and some i don't. they have every right to be in the woods too. their passion for hunting is no different than anyone else's for backpacking. their's uses deadlier weapons, i will use caution and wear orange when season is in.”