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Shooting and Hunting Yarns

ndbillyndbilly Member Posts: 1,573 ✭✭✭✭✭
edited February 2002 in General Discussion
There is a thread going right now about the longest shots anyone has ever taken. I thought it might be fun to relay those stories about great shots, or great hunts for that matter, that just might not be 100% accurate in every detail. Not that anyone on this board would DELIBERATELY exaggerate or anything...Went bear hunting in Potter County, PA several years back. About an hour after daybreak, I spotted what looked to be a rather large bruin coming down the opposite hillside. I shot and he dropped. Went to check him out and found that he was much bigger than he first appeared. Got my two buddys and we tried to drag the bear out but couldn't. One went back for his pick up truck and we tried to drag the beast out with that. No luck. Fortunately, we were near a railroad siding and there was a crane attached to a flat car parked on the tracks. We were just able to reach the bear with the crane hook and managed to get him on to the flat car, though he overflowed on both sides. Had to cut him into 6'x6' pieces and stack him three high in order to get him to the processing plant. Donated some of the meat to several area charities but they soon ran out of freezer space. Sold the rest to a fertilizer company and bought a small island off the coast of Alaska with the profits. Tanned the hide and sold it to the circus for a big top tent. Haven't hunted bear since. Too much work.
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  • old single shotsold single shots Member Posts: 3,594
    edited November -1
    Up here in Maine we frown on people that shoot cubs.
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  • salzosalzo Member Posts: 6,396 ✭✭
    edited November -1
    My favorite yarn also happend in "Gods Country", Potter County, and was my first hunting trip. Buddy of mine asked me if I wanted to go hunting with him and his father in law. Never been hunting, but the invitation to go up in the mountains could not be resisted. My buddy showed me how to use a shotgun, and I asked how do I put the bullets in the gun. He explained they were shells, and not bullets, and out a huntin we went. We walked up this huge fire trail. Took us 45 minutes, we were huffing and puffing the whole way. When we got to the top, we started congratulating each other,talking about what a Bear it was to hike, and no one noticed the flock of turkeys about 30 yards from us. One guy yelled "Turkeys!" And we all started shooting. No one hit anything, and now whenever I hear such a volly while in the woods, I think to myself "Well, theres a bunch of guys who did not hit anything. Half hour later we are walking down the side of a mountain, and my friend kicks up a grouse, shoots it. He is thrilled, first grouse he ever shot flying, he is "king of the Mountain", first one to get anything. 20 minutes later, we are walking 50 yards apart, and I hear to the left of me a shot, and the guy screams "Turkey". Suddenly, I see a turkey flying right in front of me. Boom! Boom! Turkey hits the ground. My friend to the right was waiting for the bird to fly in front of him, expecting that there was no way I would hit it. They guy who shot at it first comes over. "Did I get him?" Whoooaaaa! I shot the bird, and there is no wqay this guy got him. "No you did not! I got him". My other buddy confirmed that I brought it down. I couldnt believe it, my buddies, who had been hunting up there for twenty plus years, and had never seen a turkey much less shoot one, couldnt believe it. I got it back to camp, and stayed up until 400am plucking the bird.We go up together every year since, and my turkey gets talked about at least fifty times, on every trip.
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  • OtomanOtoman Member Posts: 554 ✭
    edited November -1
    When I was about 8 years old I went rabbit hunting with my dad, cousin and another man.When we were done hunting I always had to take the bolt out of my Model 15A Stevens single shot Rifle and take the barrel off the stock for safe keeping. As I did this the man that was with us said "let me see that barrel and Bolt Son" I gave it to him and without a stock he shot a crow out of a tree that was about 300-400 yards away on the first shot. After that he showed us a bunch of trick shots with his pistol which included shooting a Quarter that was thrown into the air and a small coin set edgeways in a wooden fence post. I am still Impressed to this day and that was 48 years ago...(TRUE STORY) My dad told me that he was a trick shooter that traveled with the carnival!
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