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2nd Annual Knife Hunter Big Buck Contest! Winner is Izhmash!
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Nice mulie. Remington 700 BDL, right? What caliber? I'm always interested in shot distance and placement and how far if anywhere it traveled after impact. Also, I'm no expert, but the first blade certainly looks like a Rodent Solution to me. Every Rodent Trail I've ever seen had a much narrower blade profile, and more upswept I think. I've read the convex blade grind of the RS forces the material being cut apart so quickly the edge actually doesn't contact the wood when batoning after the initial start of the cut/split. That would seem to me to make for a great camp knife and a helluva lot of friction when slicing softer and/or less brittle material. Being a one-time mechanical engineering student, that sort of thing also interests me.
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Thanks man. Yes, a Remington chambered in .243 pushing handloaded 80 gr Barnes TTSX just shy of 3000 fps. I have had very good results with the TTSX, great penetration and very tough. Also extremely accurate out of that particular rifle.
The blade is definitely a Rodent Trail. I ordered it full-flat ground, and then thinned the edge some more and ground it straight-spined. Not much of a trailing point any more, lol. But better for my uses. Heck of a slicer :thumbup:
Black G10 RT as received from SRKW and Modified Black Canvas Micarta RT
The blade is definitely a Rodent Trail. I ordered it full-flat ground, and then thinned the edge some more and ground it straight-spined. Not much of a trailing point any more, lol. But better for my uses. Heck of a slicer :thumbup:
Black G10 RT as received from SRKW and Modified Black Canvas Micarta RT
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Let me start by saying that I have been blessed with a great hunting experience....a small moment, captured forever. It was an unbelievable opening weekend!
I have been hunting religiously for the past 28 years. Scanning the treelines, always hoping for that big buck to pop out. After seeing many of my family member take 10 pointers...I started wondering if I would ever have my time. For the past ten years or so, I mostly shot what I considered as "cull" bucks...spikes or mature bucks that would never develop. Still, the 10 eluded me. Thus, i dedicated my hunts to spending time with family and helping them....it's the one time of year I get to spend 1-1 time with my father.
Enter 2014. I'm traveling all over the place. I got back from overseas on Oct 25 and launched a new program the week of Halloween. Add to it, that Halloween was on Friday night (the night before opening), and the odds were against me on being able to go hunting at all. I have to spend some time with my little man...right? So I did the right thing, and put family first. Then, Saturday morning, I headed to meet up with my mom and dad. As soon as I arrived, we had our pleasantries and then departed for the stands to see what we could find. My dad hinted at wanting to hunt with me...but I was so caught up in the moment...I let it slide and wasn't really paying attention. Once I got to the stand, I remembered...."oh hell, he modified the stand to fit two people comfortably". I felt horrible...as I remembered in the Spring when I was traveling for work, he told me about the modifications.
Saw a good buck that evening, but he was young. Two more years buddy...two more years. I also found my shooter! A good 6" spike. Ohhh yeah, got my sights on you buddy. Saw a good amount of does, and yearlings. Weather was great. Wonderful afternoon hunt to let my worries melt away. Only one thing was missing...my dad.
Back at camp...we broke into the Knob Creek. Reminiscing on days past. Looking up to the stars, toasting Pappy Ed (my grandfather who loved to hunt with us and is no longer with us). Enjoying the moment.
Sunday morning came too quickly. Mom was sick as a dog. Oh no! "You're not going hunting"?!?! "Dad, let's go together this morning". It was my last chance to get some time in....as I had to fly to California that night for work (and I still needed to get home and organize before heading out). Dad agreed and we headed to the stand.
Beautiful morning. Deer running everywhere around us. Small bucks and a smothering of does. In and out of the tress...hard to keep track of. Then my dad put his hand on my knee....that moment where you "stop", and realize you are being told not to move. I look slowly to the right...nothing to see. My Dad's pointing deep up into the treeline on the right. He says, "Son, there's a good deer up there....he's staring right at us". I pulled up the binoculars hoping to catch a peak...all I could get was the mass...and the deep dark coloration. "yeah, good buck...going to get ready just in case". The does dance around, I'm creating chaos in the stand with mass buck fever...and finally he steps out into the right of way. Not a beast by most standards...but for where we hunt...he was a boss, and he was obviously in control of the situation. I'm just glad I got to experience it with my dad. What a dream...and a moment captured forever.
Finally got my 10. It's been a long hunt, ole boy. He grossed 131...for a low fence, his mass was extraordinary...~4.25" around between the G2 / G3's.
Sorry, no pics of Busses. I had my SOB with me and used it to crack the breast plate....but the Gene Ingram got the call on this particular day for most of the blood work.
I have been hunting religiously for the past 28 years. Scanning the treelines, always hoping for that big buck to pop out. After seeing many of my family member take 10 pointers...I started wondering if I would ever have my time. For the past ten years or so, I mostly shot what I considered as "cull" bucks...spikes or mature bucks that would never develop. Still, the 10 eluded me. Thus, i dedicated my hunts to spending time with family and helping them....it's the one time of year I get to spend 1-1 time with my father.
Enter 2014. I'm traveling all over the place. I got back from overseas on Oct 25 and launched a new program the week of Halloween. Add to it, that Halloween was on Friday night (the night before opening), and the odds were against me on being able to go hunting at all. I have to spend some time with my little man...right? So I did the right thing, and put family first. Then, Saturday morning, I headed to meet up with my mom and dad. As soon as I arrived, we had our pleasantries and then departed for the stands to see what we could find. My dad hinted at wanting to hunt with me...but I was so caught up in the moment...I let it slide and wasn't really paying attention. Once I got to the stand, I remembered...."oh hell, he modified the stand to fit two people comfortably". I felt horrible...as I remembered in the Spring when I was traveling for work, he told me about the modifications.
Saw a good buck that evening, but he was young. Two more years buddy...two more years. I also found my shooter! A good 6" spike. Ohhh yeah, got my sights on you buddy. Saw a good amount of does, and yearlings. Weather was great. Wonderful afternoon hunt to let my worries melt away. Only one thing was missing...my dad.
Back at camp...we broke into the Knob Creek. Reminiscing on days past. Looking up to the stars, toasting Pappy Ed (my grandfather who loved to hunt with us and is no longer with us). Enjoying the moment.
Sunday morning came too quickly. Mom was sick as a dog. Oh no! "You're not going hunting"?!?! "Dad, let's go together this morning". It was my last chance to get some time in....as I had to fly to California that night for work (and I still needed to get home and organize before heading out). Dad agreed and we headed to the stand.
Beautiful morning. Deer running everywhere around us. Small bucks and a smothering of does. In and out of the tress...hard to keep track of. Then my dad put his hand on my knee....that moment where you "stop", and realize you are being told not to move. I look slowly to the right...nothing to see. My Dad's pointing deep up into the treeline on the right. He says, "Son, there's a good deer up there....he's staring right at us". I pulled up the binoculars hoping to catch a peak...all I could get was the mass...and the deep dark coloration. "yeah, good buck...going to get ready just in case". The does dance around, I'm creating chaos in the stand with mass buck fever...and finally he steps out into the right of way. Not a beast by most standards...but for where we hunt...he was a boss, and he was obviously in control of the situation. I'm just glad I got to experience it with my dad. What a dream...and a moment captured forever.
Finally got my 10. It's been a long hunt, ole boy. He grossed 131...for a low fence, his mass was extraordinary...~4.25" around between the G2 / G3's.
Sorry, no pics of Busses. I had my SOB with me and used it to crack the breast plate....but the Gene Ingram got the call on this particular day for most of the blood work.
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Izhmash........Nice Buck:thumbup:.......Loved the story
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Nothing like hunting time with Dad. Congrats
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MuMMMmmm BACON!!
Was fortunate enough to draw a controlled hunt muledeer tag for the area around the Seven Devils and Hells Canyon Wilderness here in Idaho this year.
Beautiful country
But rugged!
Idaho in the foreground, Oregon on the other side of the canyon
A young buck trying to get my trigger finger itchy
Please excuse the spotting scope/cell camera pic at high magnification. But it looked like this at 12x
Day Four, finally a shooter.........sure glad he was on one of the more gentle slopes
My go-to belt knife, a slightly modded rodent trail
Handles the rib splittin' just fine
Had to give the elmax a little love, too. I think this one's going to be a keeper :thumbup:
And then off to check out some of the local attractions. Good luck all!!
Awesome Muley brutha in some beautiful country.
Congrats!
Let me start by saying that I have been blessed with a great hunting experience....a small moment, captured forever. It was an unbelievable opening weekend!
I have been hunting religiously for the past 28 years. Scanning the treelines, always hoping for that big buck to pop out. After seeing many of my family member take 10 pointers...I started wondering if I would ever have my time. For the past ten years or so, I mostly shot what I considered as "cull" bucks...spikes or mature bucks that would never develop. Still, the 10 eluded me. Thus, i dedicated my hunts to spending time with family and helping them....it's the one time of year I get to spend 1-1 time with my father.
Enter 2014. I'm traveling all over the place. I got back from overseas on Oct 25 and launched a new program the week of Halloween. Add to it, that Halloween was on Friday night (the night before opening), and the odds were against me on being able to go hunting at all. I have to spend some time with my little man...right? So I did the right thing, and put family first. Then, Saturday morning, I headed to meet up with my mom and dad. As soon as I arrived, we had our pleasantries and then departed for the stands to see what we could find. My dad hinted at wanting to hunt with me...but I was so caught up in the moment...I let it slide and wasn't really paying attention. Once I got to the stand, I remembered...."oh hell, he modified the stand to fit two people comfortably". I felt horrible...as I remembered in the Spring when I was traveling for work, he told me about the modifications.
Saw a good buck that evening, but he was young. Two more years buddy...two more years. I also found my shooter! A good 6" spike. Ohhh yeah, got my sights on you buddy. Saw a good amount of does, and yearlings. Weather was great. Wonderful afternoon hunt to let my worries melt away. Only one thing was missing...my dad.
Back at camp...we broke into the Knob Creek. Reminiscing on days past. Looking up to the stars, toasting Pappy Ed (my grandfather who loved to hunt with us and is no longer with us). Enjoying the moment.
Sunday morning came too quickly. Mom was sick as a dog. Oh no! "You're not going hunting"?!?! "Dad, let's go together this morning". It was my last chance to get some time in....as I had to fly to California that night for work (and I still needed to get home and organize before heading out). Dad agreed and we headed to the stand.
Beautiful morning. Deer running everywhere around us. Small bucks and a smothering of does. In and out of the tress...hard to keep track of. Then my dad put his hand on my knee....that moment where you "stop", and realize you are being told not to move. I look slowly to the right...nothing to see. My Dad's pointing deep up into the treeline on the right. He says, "Son, there's a good deer up there....he's staring right at us". I pulled up the binoculars hoping to catch a peak...all I could get was the mass...and the deep dark coloration. "yeah, good buck...going to get ready just in case". The does dance around, I'm creating chaos in the stand with mass buck fever...and finally he steps out into the right of way. Not a beast by most standards...but for where we hunt...he was a boss, and he was obviously in control of the situation. I'm just glad I got to experience it with my dad. What a dream...and a moment captured forever.
Finally got my 10. It's been a long hunt, ole boy. He grossed 131...for a low fence, his mass was extraordinary...~4.25" around between the G2 / G3's.
Sorry, no pics of Busses. I had my SOB with me and used it to crack the breast plate....but the Gene Ingram got the call on this particular day for most of the blood work.
Congratulations my friend!
Im glad you will have the memory with your father forever.
It was a pleasure to read, Guys!
Ya'll are tearing it up!
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Congrats on your ten point Izhmash and thanks for sharing the great story really tops it off you got to be with your father for that too.
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Izhmash, congratulations man! So cool!
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Keep that rifle close.
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this video blows my mind! I can't believe the way he just sat there next to them for so long...and talk about serious "oh SH!!T!" moment! wow...Trevor - I don't hunt right now, but thanks for this contest! I really enjoyed last year's thread, and this one has been pretty good too
Thanks for the stories guys
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Well I have been hunting a good deal for me this year. Mostly a couple of hours in the evening. I was able to get a nice doe with my muzzleloader during our early antlerless muzzleloader season. I am not sure if I would have gotten a shot except for the farmer in a neighboring field returned from dinner and chased her to me.
I was also able to bag another doe with my crossbow last Saturday. That was really cool because she and her friends were feeding behind me on property I was not allowed to shoot on for at least 30 minutes about 40 yards away. She finally came in to my field and I dropped her with only 3 minutes of legal shooting to spare. Then I completed something on my "bucket list." I butchered her entirely by myself all the way down to grinding the hamburger. I have to say that night I was like "I'll never do that again!" Now I am kinda thinking I would if I only had one buddy to come help as it would have went a lot faster.
I am still allowed 4 more deer (1 buck). I have never been much of a horn hunter although I have been blessed to shoot three really nice bucks in my life. I will be hunting our one week gun season though as it is historic. Not sure how long it has been (100 years?) but we are able to hunt with straight wall cartridge rifles for the first time in forever. I will be hunting during gun season the week after Thanksgiving with my Marlin 1895 .45-70............even if I never pull the trigger. But if a buck shows up? I doubt I will be able to resist. There are plenty of deer in my neck of the woods and the food pantry will use all I bring them.
Good luck everyone.
Oh BTW, this is the first year I have ever gotten two deer so 2014 is double historic for me.
I was also able to bag another doe with my crossbow last Saturday. That was really cool because she and her friends were feeding behind me on property I was not allowed to shoot on for at least 30 minutes about 40 yards away. She finally came in to my field and I dropped her with only 3 minutes of legal shooting to spare. Then I completed something on my "bucket list." I butchered her entirely by myself all the way down to grinding the hamburger. I have to say that night I was like "I'll never do that again!" Now I am kinda thinking I would if I only had one buddy to come help as it would have went a lot faster.
I am still allowed 4 more deer (1 buck). I have never been much of a horn hunter although I have been blessed to shoot three really nice bucks in my life. I will be hunting our one week gun season though as it is historic. Not sure how long it has been (100 years?) but we are able to hunt with straight wall cartridge rifles for the first time in forever. I will be hunting during gun season the week after Thanksgiving with my Marlin 1895 .45-70............even if I never pull the trigger. But if a buck shows up? I doubt I will be able to resist. There are plenty of deer in my neck of the woods and the food pantry will use all I bring them.
Good luck everyone.
Oh BTW, this is the first year I have ever gotten two deer so 2014 is double historic for me.
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Awesome Jerry!
I'd come over if it wasn't so dang far. We'd knock it out!
I hope you get to unload that lever gun!:thumbup:
I'd come over if it wasn't so dang far. We'd knock it out!
I hope you get to unload that lever gun!:thumbup:
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Muzzleloader....crossbow....45-70....Awesome! :thumbup:
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Alright, here's my most-applicable entry to date. This is not my best buck ever, but the antlers will be mounted, due to the circumstances. I've said before I can hunt two family properties, and one of those has been in the family since the 1890s. It was inherited by my paternal great-grandmother, who bequeathed it to her only son, my paternal grandfather, whom we buried Sunday. As we were driving from the funeral home to the rural grave site, it was a quiet ride, until my mother, who was sitting in the back seat with my brother, nudged him and pointed at me and said, "Look at him, looking for deer." And of course I was.
Under the circumstances, I decided not to hunt until this Wednesday and Thursday morning. I have maybe an hour and a half of shooting light before I have to get down and change for work, but what can you do? On Wednesday I hunted the other property and heard a buck chasing a doe. They sounded like a train coming thru the woods, the doe blowing, scolding the buck the whole time and the buck grunting in reply. I knew exactly where they were but could not see them. Figuring there was not much chance of seeing chasing this morning in about the same place at about the same time, I decided to hunt the other property, that was my grandfather's, and I told my hunting partner so in a text. He has enough leave he can take off just about whenever, and he decided he would go too. I talked him into letting me hunt the stand he usually hunts, because then I could dress a deer and leave without disturbing him at all, and I was almost certain I would leave before he got down. As I drove to my parking place, I saw his green headlamp skirting the north woodline of the field.
He is ahead of me by about 5 minutes. I slowly and quietly gather my equipment and head across the field to the powerline, waiting until I can see. I carefully glass the south woodline walking in because I had a buck fool me by standing statue-still at first light there last season. Thus, when I get to the stand, it is pretty good light, and I feel exposed on the ladder. I get two steps from the top and put my pack up in the stand and look to my right, and here comes a buck running around the corner of the only patch of woods in the field. My hunting partner must have flushed him out. He never was good at going in quietly. I want to scurry up the last two steps and turn around, but a buck would never stand for that, and if I do too much moving, he will surely see me. He is already two steps from cover and gone forever, coming in at a hard angle to my right, and I've got to stop him before he gets behind me, or I'll have to risk going up higher to turn around and spooking him. So I put up my rifle and he's gaining speed. I see the height of his G2 points and make the decision in about a half second to take him. Using my mouth I yell a loud "Meh!" and he stops, looking around for the source. I push the crosshairs behind his shoulder and send it with him quartering to. He turns around and takes three bounds and then stops and turns in a half circle before collapsing. I'm hovering over him taking pictures when my hunting partner sends me a text, "Was that you that shot?" Oh yeah.
Under the circumstances, I decided not to hunt until this Wednesday and Thursday morning. I have maybe an hour and a half of shooting light before I have to get down and change for work, but what can you do? On Wednesday I hunted the other property and heard a buck chasing a doe. They sounded like a train coming thru the woods, the doe blowing, scolding the buck the whole time and the buck grunting in reply. I knew exactly where they were but could not see them. Figuring there was not much chance of seeing chasing this morning in about the same place at about the same time, I decided to hunt the other property, that was my grandfather's, and I told my hunting partner so in a text. He has enough leave he can take off just about whenever, and he decided he would go too. I talked him into letting me hunt the stand he usually hunts, because then I could dress a deer and leave without disturbing him at all, and I was almost certain I would leave before he got down. As I drove to my parking place, I saw his green headlamp skirting the north woodline of the field.
He is ahead of me by about 5 minutes. I slowly and quietly gather my equipment and head across the field to the powerline, waiting until I can see. I carefully glass the south woodline walking in because I had a buck fool me by standing statue-still at first light there last season. Thus, when I get to the stand, it is pretty good light, and I feel exposed on the ladder. I get two steps from the top and put my pack up in the stand and look to my right, and here comes a buck running around the corner of the only patch of woods in the field. My hunting partner must have flushed him out. He never was good at going in quietly. I want to scurry up the last two steps and turn around, but a buck would never stand for that, and if I do too much moving, he will surely see me. He is already two steps from cover and gone forever, coming in at a hard angle to my right, and I've got to stop him before he gets behind me, or I'll have to risk going up higher to turn around and spooking him. So I put up my rifle and he's gaining speed. I see the height of his G2 points and make the decision in about a half second to take him. Using my mouth I yell a loud "Meh!" and he stops, looking around for the source. I push the crosshairs behind his shoulder and send it with him quartering to. He turns around and takes three bounds and then stops and turns in a half circle before collapsing. I'm hovering over him taking pictures when my hunting partner sends me a text, "Was that you that shot?" Oh yeah.
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Heck ya! That's a shooter any day, bud. Nice job!
