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This is a compilation of your archived feedback as it was submitted. Bookmark this page and you will be able to read what your fellow hunting camp members say. These are unedited remarks! Feel free to post your comments via the FEEDBACK page to remark about anything you read here. All entries will have the author's first name and e-mail listed so you can contact them regarding their thoughts and comments directly if you wish.

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Message: Last year while hunting on our family farm. I had decided to climb through the tiny hole in the fence to hide when they came through the power line fence. After about rippin my ear half off I got a set in the weeds and sat there waiting for my chance.
Well, it got late time to go for the day and as I was squeezing through the fence...........they came. I was half in and half out on my hands and knees. My gun was unloaded and there I was. I had one chance to try it. I put a shell in my gun and they just stood there lookin at me like they had no clue what I was I loaded it into the chamber. They stood there all three of them. So I tried to get as comfortable as I could to try the shot. As I laid down...........the doe stomped her feet and I knew the jig was up. I took aim at the big doe ( I hunt for meat not rack) and they all three turned and ran like there heels were on fire and there tails were catchin.

So, I ended that season with a thrill I will never forget being stuck there in that fence and my nephew comin around to find me and saying the whole time Aunt Cindy if I never see a sight like that again....I know I have seen it all. He had to cut the fence and my hair to get me untangled. What a season.

From: "Cindydoegirl2"
Message: As a Wisconsin whitetail gun hunter belonging to a deer camp, I'll never be able to live this one down (it's been 10 years already and it still an annual tale):
The weather was unseasonably warm that year with no snow on the ground which made it comfortable but virtually impossible to spot a deer any distance away. It was early afternoon and an hour ago I had eaten lunch, then moved to this spot near the overgrown edge of a swamp. The entire area had been clear cut probably 5 years before (except for a few trees here and there) and the smaller growth provided a limited view but good cover for the animals. I sat down on a stump and was prepared to wait out the balance of the afternoon in that spot, hoping to catch something coming out of the wetland for an early evening snack in the nearby corn field. Half an hour into it, my digestive system told me that I wasn't going to be sitting in this area much longer as lunch began to push out breakfast. After fighting it off as long as I could and then coming to the realization that it was indeed a losing battle, I found a practical location and began the difficult task of extricating myself from my hunting-wear. During the process of bidding my pancakes and sausages goodbye, I heard three shots break the otherwise quiet day at what I estimated to be about 1/4 mile away. Taking a quick look to make certain my rifle was nearby, I tried to finish what I had started but was informed by my internal functions that was not about to happen. Then I heard the crashing sound a hunter always waits to hear unless he happens to be leaning up against a stump with every stitch of lower body clothing laying in a heap around his ankles. I grabbed the rifle at the same time a decent forked buck sprung out of the swamp leaping and moving like there would be no tomorrow. I attempted to oblige his fears by touching one off at him but missed so I levered another shell in and shot again, never even drawing hair, all the while scuttling around like a steer just tied up by a rodeo cowboy. If that wasn't enough, a hunter up in a tree 150 yards away (who must have climbed up after I had settled in) took a fleeting shot at the fortunate buck that disappeared into the woods, then turned to my direction, waved and pointed in a gesture that all but said "Don't forget to wipe!" Unfortunately, this hunter belonged to the deer camp a few miles down the road from us and as I said the story, just like those pangs I felt that day, will not go away.

From: "Squatter" Bob
Message: Ok where should I start. It was the first time I ever went deer hunting. And my dad's and my friend Tim asked if we wanted to go up to his house and go deer hunting. well we said yea his house is on lake petenwell but we hunted on a cranberry marsh that his wife's family owns it. Tim told me and my dad to go sit by this tree that fell over and ripped the roots and every thing out of the ground my dad is a cop so he is uses to having a gun on his hip. so we are behind this down tree and me and my dad start hearing this sound grrrr grrrr. and it is coming from the hole it the ground. we couldn't see in the hole 'cause there was allot of stuff over the hole and a stick moved and my dad yelled and tried to pull for his hand gun. here is this big bad cop that got scared. I was laughing and he said what did u do I said I didn't do any thing. it was real funny then Tim came on the radio and said there is 1 coming right at you I was it and stood up and shot and killed that!
deer it was my first deer it was in the first hour first day first shot first time I crapped my pants I was so happy I always make fun of my dad now.

From: Steve Nelson
Most unusual buck story in CT: This story is true, and I have the head mounted on the wall in my game room, as well as a witness to prove it. It was the 1999 Shotgun rifle season in CT. I already smacked 2 deer. A nice doe with the bow, a "broken 6" with the rifle in New Hampshire. The freezer was almost full... A buddy of mine, who does not hunt, loves to go duck hunting with me, and acts as my retriever. Anyway, since I already had 2 deer, I decided to take him out into the woods, and give him a glimpse of what deer hunting was like. There we were, dressed in Levi's, winter parkas, and of course, orange (which is required in CT). Neither one of us was wearing any scent shield, or face mask or anything. WE did not have a true "blind" built, and I was toting a Mossberg Semi-Auto 12ga with a slugger barrel. Anyway... To make a short story long. We got to the Private Property , at a spot affectionately called the "Junk Pile", there are a few couches, a fire ring, and miscellaneous junk from kid-campers a few years back. I decided that an old ratty couch was the best blind around. We sat on the ground, with our backs each to our own tree, about 3 feet apart. As the sun rose, I began to talk to my buddy, and tell him about rattling, grunting, and "Stinky-Tinky". I showed him a rattling sequence, and a few short grunts.
Before I could say another word.. a nice 6 point buck came RUNNING in ! He was pissed! He got within 30 yards of us, and was beating up the scrubby stuff, and stamping his feet looking for the bucks that were fighing over his babes. I let him go. About a 1/2 hour later, I repeated the sequence. TWO deer came in within a few minutes of my antics... Neither of these deer were takers either.

At about 7:00, I decided to have a Camel. Lit it up, and was smoking away, chatting with my buddy about the serenity of the woods... I hear what sounds like a bunch of people dragging their feet thru the woods. I stood up, to see who, and how many people were heading my way... It was 5 does ! I popped back down, and put out the grit, and advised my buddy to keep his mouth shut and sit still. Within minutes, All 5 does were about 20 yards in front of us, eating acorns, and browsing. There was a scrawny 4 pointer that was following close behind, was sniffing one of the does.

From out of the scrub, enter "old Mossy Horns". He was quartering toward us, thru the thick stuff, but was watching the does, and that small 4 pt. He let out a grunt, and 1 doe bolted, and the 4 backed off a bit, knowing he was no match. (Keep in mind me and my buddy are sitting on the ground, with only a couch remnant between us and 6 deer! That is 12 good eyes!!!). The deer passed behind an oak, and I raised the shotgun and rested it on the back of the couch as a rest. The deer is now only 18 yards away from US. As he stepped past the tree, the shot rang out. The buck fell to the ground, Jumped up, turned toward us, He had a definate stagger, and only made it about 15 yards before toppling over.

My buddy asks "Did you get it"... I was speechless. Then he asked "Was it a good one"... I only could nod. As we approached the buck, I grabbed the horns and began to count... There were 17 Non-Typical Points jutting out all over the place on his head. There was the remnant of a 'drop tine' that had broken off. It weighed 171 lbs.

My taxidermist thought the rack was so unique, he had it scored by the BuckMasters...(which is a different scoring system than BC... It scored 101NT points.

Note worth mentioning...Although my Buddy was psyched that he saw the single most aggressive deer hunt that I have ever witnessed... I think the field dressing turned him off as he has not asked to go again.

Now, That deer is not the biggest deer I have ever seen, nor is it the biggest rack I have ever seen... but that day, with my buddy, was the ONLY day in CT, where I saw several bucks RUN to the sound of rattling horns, and a grunt call. and was also the only time I have ever heard of 2 guys, sitting side by side on the ground, using a couch, while carrying on a conversation , smoking cigarettes, and smacking a trophy animal.

Honest to God True Story.

From: SCHMOEBANDY
Message: It was about 2 years ago I guess I was 11 or 12 anyway, I was standing in a clear cut with my dad, sister, and cousin we were playing in some mud when a six pointer and a 12 pointer we all call Bid Mossie came out of the trees not 40 yards from us. My dad and Carl had guns but all they could do was stare. my sister and I were closer to the deer than the others so we took out our knives and ran after the deer! We chased them through a swamp and all the way to the lake that is called Lake Harney it was over 3 miles away from where we left our dad and cousin Carl. We had no radio so we had to walk out to the main road it was almost dark by the time we were found. The game warden found us walking back to the camp we shared with our family and friends, he got on the radio and called my dad. He met us at camp and couldn't believe what we told him. My uncle told us later that he had done something like that one time and no one believed him . Amanda Hamilton
Message: I can't find any pics of the big bucks you guys got this year! Oh yeah, I forgot, there aren't any. Any shots of the 'doe pole'? Didn't think so, PS, how many did chum shoot anyway / Looks like the only survivors this year were the big bucks what's that??? let 'em go...let 'em grow?! trackerjohn

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