Comments on: Minnesota Deer Hunting http://www.eckernet.com/2007/08/minnesota_deer_hunting.html Pissing you off and making you laugh since 2002 Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:00:32 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: Dan Nichols http://www.eckernet.com/2007/08/minnesota_deer_hunting.html/comment-page-1#comment-2983 Dan Nichols Thu, 23 Aug 2007 06:09:35 +0000 http://www.eckernet.com/2007/08/minnesota_deer_hunting.html#comment-2983 Hey they, I am the Minnesota blogger who you mention...Thanks That was a great story. Minnesota Matters Hey they, I am the Minnesota blogger who you mention…Thanks

That was a great story.

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]]> By: Chris H http://www.eckernet.com/2007/08/minnesota_deer_hunting.html/comment-page-1#comment-2982 Chris H Thu, 16 Aug 2007 19:27:54 +0000 http://www.eckernet.com/2007/08/minnesota_deer_hunting.html#comment-2982 Last day of the season, 1989. I used to hunt up near Moose Lake off I-35 (live in Phx. now). My uncle by marraige owns several hundred acres with some buddy's of his and now his sons. I had an open sight .308, and we were on a drive. Last drive of the year cause it was getting late. My uncles brother, positioned me knowing I'd never shot a deer before, in as he called it, "the kill zone". We had 4 permits to fill that last day if possible. Mine (buck only) and a few others (two doe tags). I'm standing in a recently cleared field across a road from the woods we were driving. The theory was that the deer would come across the road and it was an open shot for a couple of hundred yards if needed. Anyway, sure enough about halfway thru the drive, I hear rustling in the woods across the road. All of a sudden about 60 yards away 3 does come bounding out, followed by a 9 point buck. I track these as they cross the road, and circle behind me, I take one shot from a little less than 80 yards with them on a dead run, the buck dropped like a stone. I can see it clearly from where I'm standing and know that it's not going anywhere so I keep to my position. About 10 minutes later, 3 more does come out and run almost the exact same route as the previous group. I took aim at the biggest doe, knowing we still had 2 doe tags left, and took one shot, dropped her about 50 feet short of the buck. I think that one was more dumb luck cause my heart was pounding at the time from the excitement of my first buck. Needless to say, field dressing two deer for the first time wasn't entirely pleasant but it's a tradition. Another tradition is giving truckloads of grief to the shooter, especially so late in the day on the last day of the season. By the time we got the deer registered, skun, quartered and fully processed (used to do our own), it was well after midnight and we still had to drive back to the cities. My uncle still calls that buck "a lesser buck" and my cousins still occassionally let loose with a few deragatory comments about me being the "deer slayer"... Of course, this isn't a sign of things to come in future years. Sure I've gotten a few more deer but I've missed more than I've hit. Last day of the season, 1989. I used to hunt up near Moose Lake off I-35 (live in Phx. now). My uncle by marraige owns several hundred acres with some buddy’s of his and now his sons. I had an open sight .308, and we were on a drive. Last drive of the year cause it was getting late. My uncles brother, positioned me knowing I’d never shot a deer before, in as he called it, “the kill zone”. We had 4 permits to fill that last day if possible. Mine (buck only) and a few others (two doe tags). I’m standing in a recently cleared field across a road from the woods we were driving. The theory was that the deer would come across the road and it was an open shot for a couple of hundred yards if needed. Anyway, sure enough about halfway thru the drive, I hear rustling in the woods across the road. All of a sudden about 60 yards away 3 does come bounding out, followed by a 9 point buck. I track these as they cross the road, and circle behind me, I take one shot from a little less than 80 yards with them on a dead run, the buck dropped like a stone. I can see it clearly from where I’m standing and know that it’s not going anywhere so I keep to my position. About 10 minutes later, 3 more does come out and run almost the exact same route as the previous group. I took aim at the biggest doe, knowing we still had 2 doe tags left, and took one shot, dropped her about 50 feet short of the buck. I think that one was more dumb luck cause my heart was pounding at the time from the excitement of my first buck. Needless to say, field dressing two deer for the first time wasn’t entirely pleasant but it’s a tradition. Another tradition is giving truckloads of grief to the shooter, especially so late in the day on the last day of the season. By the time we got the deer registered, skun, quartered and fully processed (used to do our own), it was well after midnight and we still had to drive back to the cities. My uncle still calls that buck “a lesser buck” and my cousins still occassionally let loose with a few deragatory comments about me being the “deer slayer”… Of course, this isn’t a sign of things to come in future years. Sure I’ve gotten a few more deer but I’ve missed more than I’ve hit.

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