Here’s mine, 16 years old in 1996. I’d never been around deer hunting but wanted to give it a try. I borrowed a boat paddle Ruger 30-06 from a friend and my older brother helped me pick a spot to sit. I shot this guy about 10 minutes after sunrise at 30 yards. I took it by the high school ag department to show it off and ended up getting by butt chewed by the principal for not being in class. Also stopped by the gas station/coffee shop in town. The new owner there offered to help me gut the buck, followed me home and took this picture. That guy ended up dating and then marrying my mom. He’s still my stepdad 27 years later.
Here’s mine, 16 years old in 1996. I’d never been around deer hunting but wanted to give it a try. I borrowed a boat paddle Ruger 30-06 from a friend and my older brother helped me pick a spot to sit. I shot this guy about 10 minutes after sunrise at 30 yards. I took it by the high school ag department to show it off and ended up getting by butt chewed by the principal for not being in class. Also stopped by the gas station/coffee shop in town. The new owner there offered to help me gut the buck, followed me home and took this picture. That guy ended up dating and then marrying my mom. He’s still my stepdad 27 years later.
That’s a great story and an awesome deer. I love it!
From the early to mid 60s until about 1998 I never had a single picture of any animal I ever hunted or killed. Our family didn't own a camera at all until the late 70s, and I never took it on any trips anywhere. To this day I have very few pictures of myself (or anything dealing with me,) from about 1979 back to the mid 50 and -------------- probably only 10 pictures of me from 1979 to this day.
As I age, not ever having a camera (or having one with me) is now something I have some regrets over--------- but it's too late to change that now.
From the early to mid 60s until about 1998 I never had a single picture of any animal I ever hunted or killed. Our family didn't own a camera at all until the late 70s, and I never took it on any trips anywhere. To this day I have very few pictures of myself (or anything dealing with me,) from about 1979 back to the mid 50 and -------------- probably only 10 pictures of me from 1979 to this day.
As I age, not ever having a camera (or having one with me) is now something I have some regrets over--------- but it's too late to change that now.
Real high-class photography, lol...this would have been in 1995 I believe about 10 miles south of Canton, Texas. There wasn't a ton of deer around the area in those years. An acquaintance from school invited me to sit in a tree with him one evening and this deer stepped out shortly after that. I was so excited I drove the five miles home with the parking brake on.
Probably around 1974 or 1975. My first deer, a blacktail doe taken along the southern Oregon coast. Rifle was my dad's Remington model 600 in 6.5 Rem Mag, as I recall it was a handful to shoot as a new hunter
"Rather hunt Mule deer than anything else" "Team 7MM-08"
Probably around 1974 or 1975. My first deer, a blacktail doe taken along the southern Oregon coast. Rifle was my dad's Remington model 600 in 6.5 Rem Mag, as I recall it was a handful to shoot as a new hunter
Probably around 1974 or 1975. My first deer, a blacktail doe taken along the southern Oregon coast. Rifle was my dad's Remington model 600 in 6.5 Rem Mag, as I recall it was a handful to shoot as a new hunter
That is a GREAT picture.. Man, what a scene!
Thanks - the orange VW bus in the background sure was a great rig. My dad put some bigger tires on that thing and we sure could get into places you never think a VW could drive into. Lots of great memories from back then.
"Rather hunt Mule deer than anything else" "Team 7MM-08"
My father had a pretty similar VW bus when I started hunting. It got around pretty well in southwestern Montana with bigger mud-snow tires, with that engine in the rear and good clearance. It wasn't a real off-read rig, but never got stuck!
Relatively few 4WD vehicles were around in those days, mostly Jeeps (the majority WWII surplus) and some Dodge Power Wagons--which was what my mentor Norm was driving when I got my first deer.
“Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.” John Steinbeck
My wife Eileen's first "deer" was a pronghorn buck as well, taken at around 200 yards in 1984. She didn't get her first deer, a whitetail doe, until the next fall.
“Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.” John Steinbeck
1985, 10 yo, 5 miles from my current locale, Ruger 77 6mm, 3-9 Burris, 87 gr Hornady. 19” outside, took several years to top it. Amazing experience, much thanks to my old man.👊🏻
Ping pong balls for the win. Once you've wrestled everything else in life is easy. Dan Gable I keep my circle small, I’d rather have 4 quarters than 100 pennies.
I would post a picture but cameras hadn't been invented yet. There is a cave drawing somewhere that my artist friend Thag did. Deer had fangs back then....
My wife Eileen's first "deer" was a pronghorn buck as well, taken at around 200 yards in 1984. She didn't get her first deer, a whitetail doe, until the next fall.
👍 very true, my younger brothers first “deer” was an antelope the next year. 😎 Eileen’s goat looks to be a very nice one with those ivory points.