Fishing and Hunting stories

 If you have any hunting stories you would like to share with me, please send them to goodsamaritanadams@gmail.com

                                                 

                  Clay Bouwens-Newark N.y.

It was December the 19 2024-gun season and I decided I would go hunting, well it was about 8 a.m. and me and a friend were heading to our stands. as I was walking to my stand a doe stood up on a ridge and a buck after that. I quickly shot the buck, and he folded right over. It was a beautiful 10-point buck! What wonderful hunt! 

  bow hunting-Caleb Senical

Beep beep beep... I jumped up and slammed the snooze button on my alarm clock. It was October 15, 2024, the last day of bow season. I quickly climbed into my coveralls and slid my boots on. Once I finished getting dressed, I grabbed my bow and ran out the door. By the time I got in the stand, it was about 6:15 AM, so I leaned back and waited. About one hour later, I looked to my right and saw a wide 8-pointer walking across the neighbor’s field straight towards me. I slowly grabbed my bow and waited. Once his head got behind a tree, I pulled back the bow string and aimed using the 20-yard mark. When I felt good about the shot, I squeezed the trigger on the bow release and let the arrow fly. It pierced through the deer behind the front shoulder. The deer kicked its back legs up and ran down the path. It turned into a patch of woods and stopped. Suddenly it turned around and ran straight into a tree, knocked it over, and then ran out of sight. About 30 minutes later, I climbed down and started looking for blood. I tracked for about 50 yards before finding it lying in the weeds. From that day on, I will always remember the opportunity I was able to experience. If you enjoy hunting, I encourage you to try bow hunting and experience it for yourself.

The thrill of a bow hunt. -Josiah Adams 15 years old- Lyons N.Y.

The thrill of a successful bow hunt is something that is not very easy to explain. I would like to tell a story to just scratch the surface of the thrill of a bow hunt. I guess I should start about a week before my hunt.

My dad was sitting in his pickup truck on the end of a patch of woods when he noticed a buck walking in front of him a 6 point the buck continued to thrash a tree and make a scrape before easing into a patch of pines. Then in the same area two days later I spotted two does coming out of the same place. Both times were at just dark. Having said all that on the night of November 7th I decided I would go into my stand about an hour before dark and sit in a stand in the middle of those woods. Well, I've been in my stand for about ten minutes, and I have already spotted a 6 or 7 point about a hundred yards out. After watching the little buck a while, I spot a doe slowly walking towards me. I try to video the doe but being unsuccessful, I sat back and just enjoyed the evening and observing the deer movement. It's now about 20 minutes till shooting light is over and I've been hearing crunching behind me. With all the squirrels in the area I assume it is one of the pests and ignore the sound. I then here the sound of a buck wheeze. Thinking that rather odd for a squirrel to do I slowly turn myself to find a heavy tight racked 8-point buck at the mere distance of 7 yards away! Immediately I knew it was a shooter, and my mind began racing on what needed to be done to kill this deer. He had me spotted, so I just sat there....

He began stomping his foot trying to get me to move, so I just waited for an opportunity to grab my bow and stand up. Then suddenly! He whirled. Thinking he might be leaving I slowly try to stand but then, he looked back at me, so I eased back down. Then the deer started walking on a direct angle to my right. His eyes went behind a tree, and I quickly but quietly grabbed my bow and stood up. His eyes went behind another tree, and I drew my bow. When the buck stepped out from behind the tree, I said mahh and put my 20-yard pin on his shoulder. I slowly squeezed the trigger on my release, and from 18 yards I made the shot I'd been waiting for all bow season my arrow entered directly under his spine just behind the shoulder the deer dropped in his tracts. I then sat back down and thanked God for such a wonderful deer and the opportunity to bow hunt. The thrill of shooting a deer with a bow is like nothing else and I would hope you could experience this one day for yourself.   



    

Doe huntin. Josiah Adams- Lyons N.Y.

It was a gorgeous Autumn morning. The start of another hunt I would not soon forget. I had shot a button buck the 4th day of doe season, woops😐 and was now looking for a big doe or a buck. It was so fun seeing all the little critters zooming around getting ready for winter. One squirrel in particular tried climbing right up our tree stand. My dad and I were watching and praying for friends and family when I looked up and saw movement coming out of the marsh about 100 yards ahead of us. A few seconds past when I saw a small button buck and 2 big does, one very good sized. I quickly turned on my camera and my dad did the same. The three deer quickly walked straight at us, and I started to worry if I would get a shot. Well, when they were about 70 yards away, I drew my Matthews Solo-Cam and got settled. The deer came to 29 yards and then turned and quartered away. At 30 yards I said mahh and both deer stopped in their tracts. I put my thirty-yard pin on the biggest doe and squeezed the trigger on my release. The arrow hit the deer's heart with a satisfying smack, and it took off. We went and checked for blood and my dad found blood immediately. We tracked for about 80 yards when my dad seen my big doe down. What a wonderful ending to another great day of hunting!

Have you ever experienced the wonder of hunting? There is nothing quite so thrilling as

a good challenge, and that is exactly what hunting is. Today I would like to share a hunting

experience I had last year that is very memorable to me. I believe it is a perfect way to show you

what hunting is all about.

It was right in the heart of my favorite month, October. Everything was ablaze in vibrant

colors of orange and red. Although I had just finished my football season just a week earlier, I

was already fully consumed with hunting. It was crossbow season, so I got out my dad’s old

crossbow and unpacked my hunting gear and started preparing. I would like to say that I shot

the crossbow at least once to make sure it was sighted in, but sadly one thing led to another

and I never took the time to shoot it before going out, oops 🙂.

I had gone out hunting three days straight, but only saw a couple small deer that were in

range. There were some bigger ones, but they kept their space. On the third day I realized that

we were nearing the end of the rut and my chances to see anything with size to it were

dimming. Later that night when I got home, I decided that if I was to get a deer I was going to

have to do some studying, so I researched on YouTube: how to call in a big buck in the rut. After

a couple hours of watching videos and trying to imitate the right call noises, I prepped my gear

for the next morning.

At 5:00 AM sharp I was up with my younger brother who was to go along with me that

morning. Together with maybe a touch of lethargy and a larger dose of excitement we donned

our gear and headed out in the cold, dark morning. As silently as we could, we made our way

among the damp trees until we reached our hunting stand. Upwards to thirty feet high, we

climbed until we reached the top. We arranged our chairs and quietly settled down to watch and

wait.

It was still dark, and my brother slowly slouched into a slumber. But the sun, as it always

does, happily peeked up over the horizon, sending a light blanket of warmth over the landscape

which set the dew in a frenzy of sparkles, making it just a beautiful start to the day.

An hour slipped by, and I sat enjoying the peaceful scenery of an occasional bird

fluttering past or sometimes even a squirrel scurrying among the gorgeous foliage. After almost

two hours of watching, I heard a rustle to my left and then a loud crack! My heart lurched to my

throat, and I eagerly leaned forward to see. Out trotted a perfectly elegant red fox with dark

black stockings and just the right amount of black on its nose; it had a beautiful thick winter coat

that really shone in the glistening sun. Sadly though, with a discerning look, the fox sensed me

and my brother whom I had just awakened, and proudly ran off.

With a feeling of dismay, I glanced up to see a buck on our neighbor’s property about

200 hundred yards away. I froze with excitement and waited, hoping it would make its way

toward me, but the deer had different ideas, slowly it made its way down my neighbor’s field and

started to proceed into his thicket.

At this point, I realized that if I was to get this deer, I was going to have to do more than

watch. Now was the time to use the calls I had practiced last night. So, with hesitation, but even

more desperation, I grunted on my call twice, trying to tell the buck that there is a bigger buck

than him over here. Instantly the buck froze, and then slowly to my delight it turned and without

a sound headed straight toward me. It became obscured among the trees as it drew closer and

then disappeared altogether. After a couple of minutes of not seeing anything, I started to feel

anxious thinking it may have left, and then suddenly like a ghost it appeared right before me, a

wide seven-pointer.

Shakily, I raised the crossbow, but in my eagerness, I bumped it on the stand while

aiming. The deer froze, and looked at me with suspicion; hurriedly I aimed and squeezed the

trigger. With a satisfying SMACK the bolt hit the deer right in the heart. It lurched sideways and

then ran twenty yards only to drop in its tracks.

The excitement that comes from a hunt like this is like nothing else, and I hope you may 

experience that one day too.

 

Opening day.

It was November 18, 2023- Josiah Adams Lyons N.Y.

                                                                                                                                                                           The 1st day of Gun season, my dad and I were in a double tree stand about 20 feet up.                        There were pretty hilly woods to our left, a deer trail and marsh in front of us a railroad bed to our right, and a harvested soybean field behind us.

It was about 8:30 in the morning when we had seen 4 deer 3 does accompanied by probably a 6-pt. buck.  but went back into the marsh quickly with no shots taken. I would have shot it for my 1st buck, but I did not get a shot. So were back in the same stand, it's about 2:00 and I have been calling with the original Primos bleat can, in coordination with my grunt call, my dad just got done praying and when He looked up a big, bodied buck jumped onto the railroad bed broadside facing us, my dad leaned over and said, "buck on the railroad bed don't miss" I carefully moved to my right put the crosshairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger "BOOM" the deer dropped immediately, it turned out to be a fine 4 pt. buck, weighing about 200 pounds! What a fine ending to beautiful opening morning.

  

               

Last minute money " I got some doe"      Josiah Adams-Lyons N.Y.

  It was the last day of 2023 gun season, and the farmers chose today to harvest the approximate 150 acres of corn on the property where we hunt. I had shot about a 200 lb. 4 pt the 1st day of the season 

and donated the meat to our churches annual sportsman's dinner, so I was hoping to get another deer so we could have some meat for our freezer. To get back to the story, my dad and I were sitting in a double tree stand on the end of a corn field, where it meets a large bean field. The night before the farmers had taken two swipes off the field with the combine, and they were now preparing to start again on the other side of a row of pine trees, when all of a sudden, a doe shot out of the corn to my right and then another. I was preparing to shoot when they ran back in, my dad said, "Just wait" and right then one shot back out nervously sniffing and running around but this time. I was ready with my gun this time. I went "Maaha", and it stopped in its tracks broadside to me. I dropped it. What a fine ending to another wonderful season!   

A Day to be Remembered

Caleb Senecal- Palmyra N.Y.

                                                                                                  

                                                                                                     Caleb with his 9 point.

It was November 18th, 2023, opening day of gun season. Beep, Beep, BEEP… I jumped up and slammed the button on my alarm clock. I quickly slipped into my clothes and ran downstairs, then grabbed some food and my gun and ran out the door. By the time I got to the hunting property, it was about one hour before sunrise. I grabbed what I needed and started off to the tree stand. Once I got there, I hung my gun on the haul line and climbed up the ladder. When I got to the top, I pulled the gun up, settled in my chair and began the wait. About two hours later I heard a noise to my left; slowly I turned my head to see a small 4 pointer. After about ten minutes of watching him, he wandered off into the thicket. I waited and watched, but saw nothing except birds and squirrels until about 9:40. Then it started. I saw a massive nine pointer on the neighbor's hill. It was walking right towards the neighbor in his stand, bang! My heart sank as I heard the neighbor's gun go off. But suddenly the buck came running out of the trees. I picked up my gun, aimed, and bang! I missed it. I quickly put another bullet in the chamber and fired again. This time it dropped to the ground, kicked for a minute or so and then lay perfectly still. After a little while I got down and walked over to see it. It had a huge body with massive antlers; it was the biggest deer I’ve ever seen. From then on, I will always remember that day and the wonderful things I was able to experience. 

 Always to be remembered 

  by Christopher Bickish

    I'm not a very good writer, but my first deer was such an exciting experience I feel compelled to write about it. It was a very pleasant September evening as I headed out to my tree. I was hunting our twenty-acre farm in the country near the small town of Hamilton, Montana. I was hunting in a pine tree located approximately 600 yards from our house. The tree is right in the middle of the thick cover of willows surrounded by other ponderosa pines.

     Reaching my tree, I hooked my recurve to the bow rope and proceeded to climb the tree. I reached the top and fastened the rope of my safety harness belt to the trunk of the tree; then hoisted up my bow, nocked an arrow and began to wait for the evening hunt. It was a gorgeous autumn day with bright colored leaves giving off their sweet savory smell. The sun declined behind the mountain range and the evening drew cooler. I heard the neighbors fence rattle behind me and slowly looking behind my left shoulder, I saw a doe running across a field behind me running straight towards my tree. My pulse began to race as I clutched my bow tight in my hand. A few moments later I saw her nose peering out from behind some willows of to my left. Two yearlings stepped out into the open, but mama never showed herself enough to get a shot off. I wasn't going to blow the whole thing by getting too excited and making some ridiculous shot, so I decided to wait till she stepped out into the open. She never did but instead passed almost directly under my tree and stopped.  She was about 10 yards away and the shot was practically straight down; nevertheless, I wasn't waiting any longer, I drew my bow, picked a dark spot on her back and released. It was a good hit! The arrow sunk into her ribcage nearly two thirds of the shaft's total length. She bolted forward in confusion then made a sharp turn to the left and ran across a field, at the end of the field she turned right and headed towards a creek. I knew she had been mortally wounded and I wasn't worried whether she would die or not, so I climbed down from my tree and headed back to the house to tell my folks the good news.

    My dad and I went back to the spot where I had shot her to see how much blood there was. There wasn't a lot of blood since the arrow had stayed in her, not allowing blood to escape. We proceeded to the spot where I had last seen her and proceeded cautiously. I found the arrow on the creek bank about 10 yards from the creek. I figured the doe was close by, so I knocked an arrow just in case she was still alive. I slowly snuck down towards the water's edge when we caught sight of her, dead in the water. 

    My Dad congratulated me and then I dragged my prize out of the water. The family took pictures and then we began the process of field dressing. This was my first deer and to me it was all very exciting. No matter how many deer I might take in the future I will always look back on this one with fond memories. The first is always to be remembered.