Are you a women deer hunter, tell me your best story.?

Question

Thats great you ogt a doe last year. I did too.
I have been watching a few bucks. maybe one will come my way. Use a 44 mag rifle. I used to use a 246 sold that like a dummy. I should have kept it.
I have three step daughters how could have used it.
Good luck next month to all you lady hunters and guys.

Answer 1

The first time I ever went hunting I didn't know what to expect. I was 7 months pregnant. My boyfriend at the time goaded me into it by asking me if I wanted to go hunting and when I said no he started saying things like,"you probably couldn't get one anyway" and "you're just a woman" etc, so I told him, "Fine, I'll go".
The night before opening day, he asked me if I would be ready for the morning bacause he set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. I told him I'd be ready. The alarm went off and I got up. I tried waking him up but he told me to go get ready and to wake him up when I was.
I went in the bathroom, took a bath, brushed my teeth, put my make-up on, curled and sprayed my hair, and put some perfume on. I was just putting on my little orange hunting hat when he came in. He asked me where I was going. "Hunting" I told him. Then he asked, "and who do you think you're going to see out there?". "Uh, other hunters" I said.
When we got to his parents house, his 2 brothers and dad looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I heard his dad whisper to him, "We'll put her in Ricks stand, he hasn't gotten anything out of there in years". So, he brought me to Ricks stand and had to push me up the steps because the boots I had on were huge and heavy, not to mention my belly. He handed me up my gun, wished me luck with a snicker and left. So there I sat. After 10 minutes I was getting bored so I sat on the edge kicking my feet and catching snowflakes in my mouth. When I looked up I saw 2 deer walking by but I figured they were too far away so I didn't shoot. Another 5 minutes passed and I decided to smoke half a cigarette, still kicking and catching snowflakes. I could smell my perfume and I smelled gooood. I saw a deer walking in the opposite direction that the others had went and thought I had better try to shoot it otherwise if I went back in and told them I saw deer and didn't shoot I would get teased - badly. So, I fumbled around for the gun, took aim, and shot. The deer fell down, flailed for awhile, and didn't move anymore. He comes running over and says, "I heard your little pop gun go off, what did you shoot at?" I told him a deer and pointed over and said, "it's over there".
The he goes, "what was it?"
"A deer".
"No, what was it?"
"A deer"
Then he spoke slowly, "what was it?"
So I spoke slowly, "It was a deer, it's laying over there".
He goes, "I mean, was it a buck or a doe?"
Then I understood and told him, "I don't know, it was a deer". He rolled his eyes into his head and started walking over there so I started to get down. He told me to stay up in the stand in case it jumped up to run away. He asked me if I had put another bullet in the chamber. "Nope". So I did that while he walked over to it.
When he got over there he looked at it, then at me, and through his head to the sky. I put the gun down and crawled out of the stand. When I was halfway there I asked him "what is it?"
"A deer"
So the rest of the way, I spent mumbling and cursing my way over there. When I was almost there he held the antlers up. Whoohoo!! It was a big 8 point buck. He gutted it and put the heart on a stick and asked me if I wanted to carry it. Then I got a crazy idea. I told him since I had Native blood in me there were a couple of things I had to do and would he turn his back. So he did. While his back was turned I told him I had to lay some tobacco down, which I did in thanks. Then I took some of the blood and put it around my mouth. When he turned around I told him, "That hearts a little chewy", and pretended like I was chewing. The look on his face was priceless. Then we left. I was back to the house in less than an hour of hunting. That was the only buck taken that year. Of course he had to go back and get my gun. And whenever someone would ask "what kind of gun did you use?" my answer was, "It was a gun, it had short silver bullets". I have hunted ever since. My biggest one is a 13 point, but if I had known it was a buck I would have never shot it. I like doe's, they have better meat. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. :)

Answer 2

Even though I come from a family of hunters last year was the first year I actually shot a deer myself. Got a doe - not in to trophy hunting. Now if you ask again in about a month I might have a great story for you. I've been hiking and getting ready for the season - going on the trails and seeing what is there. Got a new rifle and new outfits. Will see what happens.

Answer 3

Well my whole family hunts and by the age of 3mounths i was out there with them i went through all the hunters safety classes and my dad taught me all that he knew and finaly was the year i drew a elk tag i went hunting everyday of the season but didnt bad anything i was bummed out but the next year i drew a buck tag the third and we had seen nothing when i see a big 4 point buck i shot but i missed so we kept on going then at the end of the hike i was about to give up when a little forkedhorn came up with some does i thought here i go i pulled down and shot, i had missed all the does ran off the hillside but the buck remained i shot agin,agin,agin,agin, reload, agin,agin, finaly it was my last shot i calmed down and thought that buck has been standing there this whole time its mine! when i pulled down and nailed it!I was estatic and shakey! we had meat for the rest of winter and it helped!But i hope to shoot a bigger one next year!hahah!

Answer 4

I'm not a woman ,but I take my daughter (9) with me every time I go.We have a lot of fun.Good luck.

Answer 5

My husband is a big hunter, but I can't bring myself to do it. Maybe one day I will but I am too sqeemish.

Answer 6

killed my first when i was 16.i was with my sister and her friend.i love the hunt.now i have kids who go and love it too.

Answer 7

Thanks! The sport needs more women; I'd love for my wife to go with me.

Answer 8

Hunting is mean and evil poor animals