These are a few stories submitted by my viewers. If you want your Buck story on here, send the picture of the deer plus the story to:  Buckfeverweb@yahoo.com

I hunt the back side of Pentuckaway State park, Deerfield New Hampshire about 5 miles from my house and have 5 permanent tree stands set up, they have been there for years. Its a mile and a quarter walk down a trail across posted land ( all down hill ) at the end of the day its all up hill! For Christmas 1998 I bought myself my a sportsman 500 ATV to get the deer out of

the woods, but only drive it in to get the downed deer. I will not drive in to hunt I

respect other hunters. Opening day muzzleloader on my way to first tree stand I jumped a by buck, spent the next 6 hour in that tree stand, saw or heard nothing else. Next day went to same tree stand, saw nothing. next day same tree stand around 7:30 saw movement, it was a doe see was about 125 yards in thick brush, see was passing left to right it could have been a decent short but a wont take a doe that early in the season. Next day same tree stand nothing again, it seems to be every alternate day they used the run. so again the next day same time same place here comes the doe again, I let her pass again. That afternoon I move my tree stand up into the thick brush where they have been passing through. The following day (alternate day ) nothing, next day same time same place I see movement coming down the valley, a nice buck 8 pointer comes around the corner, perfect shooting position from tree stand the only problem when I raised my muzzleloader my scope ( I'm 1/2 blind too ) it wasn't a morning short ( pure sun ) could not pick him up, after squinting for about 5 minutes, a doe behind him turned and went up the hill, he followed but stooped broadside about 100 yards away. It seemed to be a pretty good short so I raised muzzleloader again, gently squeezed trigger, misfired!
fist misfire ever. Took capper installed new cap and another misfire, fumbled for capper again I new I had an inverted cap coming up in the capper, while trying not to loose site of the deer and recap I drop capper from tree stand, waved good-bye to buck. NeI wont give up on the tree stand, next day 7:30 comes, 8:00 comes, 8:30 comes, nothing. now IM disgusted I climbed down tree stand load up backpack start up hill I get 50 ft from tree stand and here he comes, drop to knee, one short, one kill. Walk out got 4 wheeler, hoisted him up oak tree, field dressed, strap him down and
said " thank you ", thank you for the best hunt ever. Deer dressed out at 187 lbs 7 point.
                                                 Paul DeBrosky

It was a cool, dark, and foggy opening morning of 1999
rifle season.  I decided to hunt an area were I killed my first squirrel as a kid.  There had been some talk of some bucks up this old abandoned hollow.  My fiance (Kellie) and I headed up the hollow and set up about 30 or 40 yards from a well traveled deer trail, about an hour and a half before daylight.  As the sun woke up the morning, I could here some excessive grunting and movement over the point I was on.  After about an hour, the sound disappeared, and all I could here was birds chirping, and a few squirrels chattering.  As the fog died down so did Kellie's ability to fight sleep.
     After about 2 or 3 hours of watching Kellie sleep I decided it was time to go.   So we headed back off the mountain we stopped to listen for a minute.  As I watched Kellie's jaw drop and her finger pointing out, I looked down a hollow and saw a deer.  I didn't think it was a buck even though Kellie insisted it was, untill it turned its head.  There standing before me was the biggest 10 point I had ever seen in all its glory!  I raised my 35 caliber lever action Marlin and squeezed off a round.  I thought I had missed, how stupid.  How could I have missed a broad side deer, it was the shot of a lifetime.  The huge buck ran off in an instant.  I went to check just in case I hit him.  There on the ground before me was a big patch of hair and some blood.  I was so excited that I went straight on his trail, instead of letting him lay.  I jumped him up 3 different times but couldn't get a safe shot off.  After he gave us the slip, we followed the blood trail with really good quality blood on it for about 4 miles and then lost the trail. We walked around for what seemed like forever until we found the road.  As I was walking home I noticed my uncle passing by and he stopped and picked us up and drove me to my house.  After I got home I swore to my dad that I would never waste my time deer hunting again.  I was ready to wrap my gun around a tree.  After calming down while eating some breakfast, dad talked me into going back and looking that evening.  We started back from scratch to were I first found blood.  After walking for about an hour of following blood and pieces of deer guts we came upon another deep hollow and there standing was a magnificant 8 point buck.  My dad said shoot it son, so I squeezed off 2 rounds this time, I had hit another one but again he ran to the ridgeline.  I looked at him looking down at me, while the sun sat down behind him, he wobeled abit, then walked out of sight.  Me and dad waited for about 10 min. and then decided to move in.  We told Kellie to stay put to cut down on the noise.  After reaching the ridgeline there sat the 8 point just looking at me.  I went to shoot him but my gun jammed, so dad reached me his 30-06 remmington automatic and I drilled the buck 2 more times.  In an instant I let out this god awful yell.  My 1st deer, I finally got one!  Kellie came running as me and dad arm and arm looked over the buck.  We noticed a spot on the deer's ankle that was swollen, it was probablly been hit by a car some years earlier.  It was then I decided to call him Stumpy.  Dad went back the way we came and got the truck while me and Kellie started gutting the deer and then proceeded to drag the deer off of the hill to the road.  After bear hugging "Stumpy" half of the way down the hill, finally we met my dad.  "Stumpy" weighed in at about 185lbs and had an inside spread of about 15 inches.  Even though I missed the buck of a lifetime, old Stumpy will always be a trophy to me.  Every day I walk through my house and I see the mount, I think of the adventure with the 10 point, Stumpy, daddy, Kellie and Me!

Top Of Page

http://www.geocities.com/souppedbean