I posted this in another thread last night, but it looks like it's dead.
>November 2023.
>Went hunting with my native co-worker on the Potawatomi Rez in N.E. Kansas.
>I'm Native myself, but I live off the Rez in city limits.
>Fricker hunts nearly 24/7.
>I was nervous hunting with him to begin with because he says people on the Rez don't give a shit about rules.
>But I went anyway.
>Went hunting for Coyote, he had his Rabbit caller ready.
>Dad always wanted to take me hunting but due to his felon status, he can't.
>Tried to go bow hunting with my dad but the police here are dicks.
>My co-worker hunts Deer, Rabbit, Squirrel, whatever.
>Whatever he sees he'll hunt, Crow included.
>My second hunt was his shortest, and my shortest hunt ever.
>I hunted with him prior (first time) and didn't get anything.
>This hunt though, didn't even last 10 minutes.
>Right after we left his pasture towards his deer stand, there was an 8-point buck 20 to 30 yards out.
>We both squatted down because the buck stared at us and didn't move.
>"Bro, raise your rifle, now, like right fricking now."
>Raised my Remington 700 LH 30-06 and shot it in the shoulder.
>I was using Winchester Ballistic Silvertips.
>The Polymer tipped 180-grain round went right through the shoulder like a hot knife through butter.
>The buck dropped instantly.
I'll remember this till the day I die. I was and am still so proud of this.
show us the deer otherwise nice fake story buddy
>inb4 citygays shit up the thread with their brainless, uninformed morals
you got btfo in the coyote thread, stay seething
>Vancouver Island fall 2022
>Drive out to Bamfield to meet a buddy who's doing a bike packing trip
>bring the rifle along for the drive, who knows
>next morning get out of town early, stop to check out a spot behind lake Cowichan I scoped out on google earth earlier
>good sign all over the place, start slowly creeping down a deactivated logging road calling with a fawn bleat
>road follows a ravine, steep embankment to my left, steep downhill to the creek on my right
>come around a corner about a mile in, there's a black bear about 100 yards up the road grazing on grass
>frick it, I have a tag and it'll be good sausage meat
>kneel down, wait for it to turn broadside, heart's pounding a little
>take the shot
>bear instantly pivots towards me and starts sprinting
>o frick there's a bear sprinting right at me
>chamber another round
>bear disappears into a gully in the road, pops back up 80 yards away
>shoulder my rifle, scope is zoomed in too far for the range, can't find bear in my reticle
>70 yards, 60 yards, finally find it in my scope
>all I see is head, neck, snout, and open mouth
>pull the trigger again
>drops like a ton of bricks 50 yards away
>as my hearing comes back I hear a few ragged breaths and finally the death rattle
>find first bullet clipped the lungs, second severed the spine
I'm almost certain it never saw me, just heard the shot and picked the easiest direction to run.
Pucker power at max huh?
Happened so quick and smooth I didn't have the time to worry about it in the moment, then I had the whole drive home to freak out about it.
It be like that sometimes.
Nice, I have a Remington 700 in 308.
>be me
>be today
>go huntan
>see giant bunny
>he sees me first and runs away
>see 5 durr
>not durr season
>see bat
>not bat season
>see fox
>does not say yakka yakka yakka chow
>still pretty cool
8.5/10 would hunt again
>be me
>ground hunting pubic land
>bout fiddy degrees out, comfy jacket weather
>crepping around innawoods with my 308 bolty and other larp stuff
>find cozy little depression
>lay back on my backpack and wait
>fall asleep cuddling my raifu
>wake up and wait a little longer
>nothing shows up
>gets dark
>hike back to truck
picrel
>due to his felon status
I thought indians were the peaceful noble savage and dont break the laws?
>be me
>15 years old second deer hunt without my dad
>on the drive out to my uncles farm drink 30oz of coffee and 5 Kwiktrip egg sandwiches
>Hike out to my spot at 5 am
>fall asleep 30 minutes before opening hours
>wake up
>stomach is grumbling
>5 egg sandwiches are coming out
>run to a tree at mach 5
>pants barely make it to my ankles before the shits
>reach into my map pocket for the TP
>oh God
>oh frick
>I forgot theTP
>no snow
>no leaves
>eventually have to cut the earflaps off my hat to wipe my ass.
I bet the post shit clarity was great though
>be me this past december
>innawoods in new england around sunrise with my 10/22
>see squirrel
>headshot from 25 yards or so
>skin and clean out in the woods
>bring it home and make tasty braised squirrel stew with potatoes and parsley and a white wine sauce and share with friends
😀
Small game only permit is like $15 in my state and so worth it
>My co-worker hunts Deer, Rabbit, Squirrel, whatever.
The noble savage living in harmony with nature.
One of the towns I worked in the stewards of the land would sell you a deer out of season for a handle of vodka.
>be kid with a pellet gun
>hunting rats and rabbits by starlight
>only thing i can see is eye reflections
>see rabbit eyes only 10 yards away
>eyes hop right
>get it back under the crosshair
>eyes hop left, lose sight entirely
>getting excited as i try to line a shot up
>eyes rise up and look right at me
>*very quiet pellet gun noise*
>???
>realise those were slit eyes
>domed a fox as it grabbed my rabbit
the rangemaster who lives inside my head still yells at me when i look at that pellet gun.
When I was 12 my uncle would give me $1 for every squirrel, chipmunk, or rat I could shoot in his barn. Those were the days.
I shot the legs off a pheasant but didn't down him. Always felt bad about that one. Yeah, that's about it.
>be like 12
>pidgeon hunting with my grandpa
>he sits me under a tree and goes further down the path to sit under a different one
>pidgeon lands in tree, shot it out with birdshot
>get another one
>more birbs come in
>this time wait until there's two sitting very close together
>aim in middle, both drop
>grandpa comes back
>you got 3 anon?
>no 4
>how'd you manage that one?
Thanks for taking me hunting grandpa. Very rare for eurostani children to experience and giving me a gun and teaching me to shot was highly illegal for him
>practicing with a slingshot and ball bearings in my backyard.
>aiming for a small target, maybe 15m out.
>shots either hit dead on or go 60* out.
>many shots that miss go into my fence.
>realize I have to mow my lawn at some point and it is now full of tiny ball bearings.
At some point I will get good enough to hit rabbits at 20+ m away. I am also interested in trying slingbows but not in my backyard.