Buck Knife Give Away!!!

[110 Dave]

WELL here it is hunting season again ...
still have no place close i can hunt...
really miss the companionship and the hunt stories...
and i have a real hankering for ta hear some entertaining
hunting and buck knife story's which can be a :
hard luck / best luck / worst luck / strangest / funniest
AND tall tailes ARE allowed ...
there will be a drawing for a ...tada...
one New in cam pack Bucklite Workman 424
with a green handle.
will pick winner some time jest after Thanksgiveing...

i will put the posting number of all storyes and grand daughter or wife will pick posting number out of hat...
ya can enter more then once ...
note any from idaho are very welcome {even if ya dont want the knife post the story here} !

read you later! dave

 

[Scott Hartman]

Well Dave, I'll start you off. The last day of last years black bear season, my brother took his son hunting. They had just set up camp when they heard a dog opening, and hot on a bear. My nephew Kevin, grabbed the 30-06 and took off, my brother lagging considerably behind. About a mile from camp, the bear treed, Kevin found it & took the shot. Hit the left rear leg, guts, and exited out the right front shoulder. When his Dad caught up, Kevin was standing with his new Alpha Dorado, facing the bear that had backed into a deadfall after hitting the ground. No more bullets between the 2 of them....so they both stood with their new Dorados drawn, dog lunging at the bear. The dogs owner showed up, no gun or bullets. He got his dog teathered to a tree, and he & my brother approached the dead bear....that lunged at them when they got at 5 feet. Both tumbled about 30 yards down the mountain backwards,and my brothers new Dorado was never seen again. The man took his dog & left, and they waited a few more hours until they were sure the bear was dead. Kevin was quite pleased to gut & skin his 1st bear with the 154CM Alpha Dorado I had givin to him last Christmas.

 

[Walkindude]

I'll play ! My fondest Hunting memory occured in 86, I had just moved to Ga, and looking forward to hunting with my Uncle. We had leased some land in Alabama, and I was looking forward to dropping my first Deer.

In preperation I purchased my first Buck knife, a Bucklite oddly enough.
Opening morning came and I was in my hunting spot, when a nice Alabama 7 point stepped out, and fell with my first shot. My new Buck knife was blooded that morning as I was.

Unfortunately after the excitment, I realized I no longer had my knife, it had gotten lost in the excitment of my first Deer . I returned and looked for it several times during our trip, but never found it, I was a little upset.

Skip forawrd to the next year, we were hunting the same area, and opening morning was not a disappointment. Another nice Buck stepped out of the early morning fog, and dropped at my first shot, a nice 5 pointer.

While walking to where the buck lay, I noticed something shiny in the leaves and pine needels, there lay my Buck !! I couldnt believe it, not 20 yards from my second deer lay the knife I lost while field dressing the first one, a whole year later !!

I picked it up, and it had a few light rust spots on the blade, otherwise it looked like I dropped it yesterday !

I carried that knife on many hunts afterward, for the next ten years, always making sure that it was on my belt, my lucky Buck.

I ended up giving that knife to a very dear friend who needed the luck more than I did, I regret it sometimes, but it has served him as it served me, and someday I know, it will come back, it always does !

 

[Rudderjt]

This is a muzzleloading story, done by a friend of mine. I call him Charlie No-Elk seeing as to how he's never killed anything big. Well, one day he was a huntin' by his lonesome and spies a buck standing by a big river. He gets down on one knee and takes careful aim, and when his timing is jest right, shoots. Bang! The ball from his rifle goes clean through the buck, hits a trout, that was jumpin' in the river right behind the gills, richolchet's off a rock on the other bank and kills a partridge sittin' in a tree. The partridge falls outta the tree and lands on a rabbit and scares it to death. So, with one shot he got a buck, a trout, a partridge, and a rabbit and then dug his ball outta the tree. He's slippin' though, he failed to see a tom turkey struttin' thereabouts!

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Jack (aka rudderjt)

 

[DarrylS]

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Jack (aka rudderjt)

...OH MAN! ! ! !...Good one jack...After that one I'm jus' gonna lay down and rethink the lies I was gonna tell to win that knife...SHEEEESH...

 

[Guyon]

So, with one shot he got a buck, a trout, a partridge, and a rabbit and then dug his ball outta the tree. He's slippin' though, he failed to see a tom turkey struttin' thereabouts!

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Jack (aka rudderjt)

Were all these critters in season?

 

[Rudderjt]

Just remember, the first liar doesn't stand a chance!

Season's? We don't worry about no stinking seasons! But, yeah, except for the turkey, they could have all be in season.

Ya ought to get me started tellin' fishin' stories!

 

[Walkindude]

I'm thinking I should have embellished, lol. Maybe it was a two headed deer?

 

[honesttom]

Dave, it's 1985, i'm 16 yrs old and drew a moose permit, i saw 35 moose before i killed one, i had a buck 110 that i used, my first buck knife. Some
really stange/odd events happened during this Moose season.

First strange happening, I'm in Montana hunting near the Blackfoot river in an area called Keno gulch and kennedy culch which lead up to elevation mountain. One day i was out with my Dad and late in the afternoon getting close to dark we were on the top of elevation mountain we came across a guy dressed like a preacher and under one arm he had a small box of bibles and in his other hand he was holding a bible high above his head and he was chanting, we watched him for a few minutes and asked him what up? he then told us he was out selling bibles, my dad told him to take care and good luck and the guy just walk off down the ridge.

Second strange happening, in the same area we were driving in the bottom of elk creek and turned up a steep gulch we had never been in before, at the bottom of this gulch is an old gold miner that has been there forever, as a youngster going past this guys mine with my dad my brother and i always called this guy two gun or pistol pete, because he alway had pistols on his hips and had tin pie plates hanging on trees with hundreds of holes in them, anyhow we turned up this gulch above two guns mine and when we were about half way this gulch a guy ran across the road infront of us in full camo with a semi automatic rifle, and fired three shots then disappeared in the brush, my dad stopped and shook his head and said what just happened, then this nut ran back across the road and did a dive roll across the middle of the road and back into the bushes, and a few seconds later the guy jumped back up into the road and said the we were trespassing and if you want to hunt here you need my permission.
We talked to this nut for a bit and he told us his lived up top of this road with his brother and if we follow him to his cabing he'd give us a hunting permission slip, my dad told him to unload his rifle and we'd give him a ride to his cabin, so this guy got in the truck with us and on the way into his cabin he told us how he was in vietnam and he has a grenade launcher at the cabin, once we got to the cabin his brother came out and we talked to him and he told us his brother is nuts, and he's never been in vietnam, but he did have a grenade laucher and launched one off when we were there.
We got a permission slip which was BS and the guy told us to come back in a couple days and he'd have a moose hanging for me, I said no thanks i'll shoot my own moose. What a day the guys name was Smildey and he called
that gulch Smildey's gulch, we never went back.

Third stange happening during the season, we deceided to hunt on the other side of the highway and get away from the bible salesman, and the grenade launcher and on this side of the highway we were hunting in the bottom of Blanchard creek and in the middle of no where there were old signs hanging on some trees, that said private property turn around now! we know this is not private property so we continued and a few yards later another sign says if you made it this far it's a $100.00 fine, then a few yards later another sign says if you made it this far it's a $200.00 fine, we're starting to laugh as this is getting really funny so we procede and make it to the end where is say's if you made it this far it's a $500.00 fine and sure enough some old mountain man come out and said we owe him $500 my dad just laughed at him and we turned around and left.

A week or so later i ended up killing a moose in the area where we seen the bible salesman, I shot the moose (36 inch spread), in Keno creek and packed him out to kennedy creek, I had lots of help, my dad, my 2 brothers, an uncle, 1 friend of my dads named George also come up to help us, his wife wasn't home when he left to come help with the moose so he left a note that said, Mary I went to help Tommy get the mouse out, and later when we got back to his house she asked why i needed help with a mouse lololol i said no a moose and we all laughed at George's note.

I have some more strange happening but i don't want to keep rambling on.

 

[Haebbie]

posted twice - sorry!

 

[Haebbie]

Hunter's Luck

A true adventure

It is half past nine
In the morning time
It’s funny to hunt
Nothing else I want
For the supper tonight a big steak will be mine

It is ten o’ clock
Dream from hunting rock
And my deeply loved misses
I dismiss with some kisses
She goes shopping so long till the shopping mall lock.

Whistling a skiffle
I put out the rifle
And with needful grave
I opened the save
To find the right knife - put my hand on the stifle

It is half past ten
It’s not easy then
Do I take the skinner?
But the dagger is thinner
And the Buck Koji Folder is nothing for men

It’s ten past eleven
I pray up in the heaven
The knife must be crispy
Found a bottle of Whisky
With malt in brain reduce selection to seven

Its up to noon
I’ve to hurry soon
Is the folder the best
Take the fixed for the rest
The frontiersman is great like the knives tycoon

The bell chimes one
The first bottle is gone
Do I take the old tool
Kids are coming from school
I stay quite steady that they think here is none

I stood half an hour
Thinking hunting goes sour
No reason to shatter
The luck shifts to better
The kids go out using dads muscle car power

Five minutes to three
Came a meddlesome bee
Stings in my thumb
Stopped the pain with white rum
This large brown thing outside is that a tree?

Some minutes past four
It nocks at the door
Try to say no one is here
Dreaming hunting a deer
But the noise was so strange that I was looking for

Large nighthawk in hand
To the door I went
But I had no sight
Rum takes it out of my might
So I couldn’t see who took outside his stand

Not a moment later
I thought I hate her
Women is home
Back from shopping dome
Its too early that I await her

I opened the door
Listened steps on the floor
Without any harm
She took me in her arm
But the knife in my hand makes an unpleasant sore

She fell on my tummy
I shout for my mummy
But the nighthawk slips
Between her ribs
I could not say that it was funny

I woke up at night
My wife stood beside
Was it a dream ?
But there was a team
To strip the brown bear that I knifed that it died

That's a true story - gentlemen - you can believe it!

Take care,
Haebbie

 

[110 Dave]

hee hee hee
reading this is fun!
keep them comeing !!!

 

[Pack Rat]

I'll play too, but won't be any winning tale.

My Dear old Dad carries his faithful old 870 Wingmaster to his stand in case some sucidial turkey should roam by. Well sure enough, a few birds roam into his field of range and he pulls the trigger on one.

So after a while he goes to drag it over to his stand, since he is still waiting on a deer, and lo and behold there were two birds down.

He still swears that there was only one when he pulled the trigger.

So it was later on in the season, another flock of birds roamed into his pasture and he picks out a nice one and pulls the trigger on that old Wingmaster again.

AND, you guessed it, he again downed two birds. He still swears that there was only one there when he pulled the trigger and those other ones must have been suicidal.

So after that I set him up with a 22mag to where he could better zero in on just one bird without that # 4BK reaching out to that 2nd bird.

Oh yeah,,,we can legally take that many birds in our county, and can legally use the 22mag. I know some places you can't.

And yes, I cleaned them with my 110.

 

[honesttom]

I went down to the river for an afternoon archery hunt and got into my treestand, after i got settled and safetybelted in I spotted two dogs running thru the area chasing deer, that's not good for my afternoon hunt, but i stayed in the stand anyhow.

After 45 minutes or so I felt a sliver in my hand from work earlier so I pulled out my Buck 110 and picked at the sliver until i got it out, while i focused on the sliver a small 2 pt. whitetail deer walked right under my stand. I put my buck 110 away and slowly stood up and watched the deer for a few minutes.

The deer stayed directly under me so I deceided to spine the deer, I drew my bow back and hit the deer directly in the spine and he immediatly went down, after a minute or so of watching the deer there was no movement. I sat in my stand for another 30-45 minutes in hopes of filling a doe tag also, no luck with a doe.

Now picture this, I lower my bow from the tree and the bow is hanging right beside the buck deer, I climb out of the tree stand onto my deer-me tree steps and start down the tree, when i take the last step onto the ground i'm right ontop of the buck so i strattle the deer i reach down and grab an antler to lift his head up and he comes to life right between my legs, the deer is kicking and thrashing around and my arrow in the deer is also banging around while i struggle with this deer, I think as long as i'm controlling this bucks head and i hold on i'll be ok, if i let go I don't know what will happen, so i hold on with my left hand and reach for my Buck 110 with my right hand, I get the 110 from the sheath and struggle to get it open without cutting myself and once open i cut the deer's throat and he bleeds out.

This was the funnest rodeo Deer hunt i've been on.

 

[tigerdale]

I'm not sure how this one would rate, but here goes. Probably about ten years ago, opening morning of deer season. My buddy is up in his tree stand & nature calls. So its just cracking daylight. He climbs down, in a panic to do his 'business' & get back up to hunting, drops his outerwear to his boots, does his business & realizes 'no toilet paper'. Pulls out his buck 102, slices his underwear on each side so he can just pull them thru, use them as paper & back up the tree...quick thinking & the buck knife got used.

 

[rick43t3]

My buddy Patrick is known for streching the truth now and then. So it was with some sceptisism that I followed him into the woods. so he could show me the whitetail that he had shot. When he arrived at my house, he claimed that his deer was in a well in the middle of the woods. Unfortunately he had shot the deer the previous weekend and the meat was long since spoiled. I had hunted in this area for several years and had never seen a well. As we proceded up into the hills I could only think of how strange this story was. Maybe this was his Idea of a joke. He had never taken a deer, and maybe he was having pipe dreams. He insisted the deer was there. His story sounded good, but still it was odd.
Well much to my suprise he led me through a thick wetland area surrounded by thick thorn bushes and small pines. As we made our way through this quagmire of prickers and muddy grass, a terrible stench hit me. I had no doubt about his tale now. The smell of death was evident. Making our way through this natural barrier, we came upon the well. getting up wind as quickly as we could he picked up a large tree branch, and lifted the head of a large doe out of the water. The odor was horrible, and we could not remove the deer from the well because of the weight of this large animal and the putrid condition it was in. We left the deer where she lay and hunted other plces that year.
Several years later we were hunting up near the well again. The water table had dropped considerably, since we had a drought that year.Looking down into the well i thought I could make out a deers head. But how could this be? Pat has shot the deer a least five years before, We took some stout branches and brought the damn thing up to the surface. We were very suprised. The deer appeared to have been in the same conbdition tnhat it was in years before. The eyes were still intact, the fur still on the carcess. we were somewhat puzzled by this site.
What I came up with to explain this puzzle was very simply.The area the well is in is surrounded by large oaks on the ridge above. Many acorns fall into the well. The oak contains tannins, so the water containd a high concentration of tanic acid, which is used to tan hides.etc. When the summer came, after the season my buddy shot this doe, the water level decreased in the well. It concentrated the tannins even more than normal and caused the deer to be preserved. The case of the "Bog Man" found in Denmark while cutting peat moss is a similar example of this kind of natural preservation. Because the tissue was always wet it didn't rot. Now after fifteen years we still can see the deer in the well. It looks just like it did the day we found it many years ago. I believe that this deer will stay preserved down there for a very long time.
Unfortunately Patrick still has not harvested a deer. He shot a nice buck with his bow a few years after this incident but he was was not able to find it. He sure is the reason for some great stories though, and every year we bring up this one again. The one that got away.

Rick

 

[rick43t3]

I forgot to mention, we had our tusty Buck 110's on us!

 

[Hawkeye5]

I'll play too, but won't be any winning tale.

My Dear old Dad carries his faithful old 870 Wingmaster to his stand in case some sucidial turkey should roam by. Well sure enough, a few birds roam into his field of range and he pulls the trigger on one.

So after a while he goes to drag it over to his stand, since he is still waiting on a deer, and lo and behold there were two birds down.

He still swears that there was only one when he pulled the trigger.

So it was later on in the season, another flock of birds roamed into his pasture and he picks out a nice one and pulls the trigger on that old Wingmaster again.

AND, you guessed it, he again downed two birds. He still swears that there was only one there when he pulled the trigger and those other ones must have been suicidal.

So after that I set him up with a 22mag to where he could better zero in on just one bird without that # 4BK reaching out to that 2nd bird.

Oh yeah,,,we can legally take that many birds in our county, and can legally use the 22mag. I know some places you can't.

And yes, I cleaned them with my 110.

You are making me Hungery PackRat...:thumbup:
Hawkeye

 

[110 Dave]

I'll play too, but won't be any winning tale.

My Dear old Dad carries his faithful old 870 Wingmaster to his stand in case some sucidial turkey should roam by. Well sure enough,...And yes, I cleaned them with my 110

Look i will not be picking a winner like that
i will put numbers of the ALL POST and have some one draw one...
that will be at least 5 and could be more!
i jest dont get to go hunting any more :grumpy:
(((still go salt water fishing every year a few times)))
and miss the tall tales of hunting and camping ...
dont miss the camp clean up or halling in the wood for a tree stand... so much ...
but do mis being in the woods and the storys ...
so i want to hear yours!!!:thumbup:

 

[Buckaroo661]

Alright here goes, I'm not a hunter but was involved in an interesting hunting story. All the hunters I know hate poachers since they only give good hunters a bad name. I've been a small town cop for over 18 years so I know plenty about one bad apple spoiling the bunch!

One morning I heard another officer on a call of possible hunters shooting a deer from the roadway. I'm a Detective so I'm not normally out no the road handling calls but I left the station and headed over his way to see if he needed help. By the time the patrol cop got there, the hunters were gone but he found the dead deer in a small stream and shortly thereafter found the hunter's driving around in the area, looking for the deer. One thing led to another and the hunter's quickly got an attitude and refused to tell the cop anything, including what they shot the deer with. A thorough search of their truck turned up everything except a weapon. The cop thought that the deer was shot with a shotgun so we were concerned that there was a shotgun laying out in the woods somewhere. We got a bloodhound to come and search the area. As the bloodhound was searching, two Environmental Conservation Officers showed up (NYS version of a game warden). We told them what we had and they agreed that we didn't have enough to charge anyone at this point. One of them looked at the deer and felt it was killed by a bow, not a gun. My partner and I start walking around in a large field across from where the deer was shot and see a trail of blood. We follow it for a bit and I look down and there's the fletching of an arrow sticking out of the ground! I dig the arrow out with my Bucklite and brought it over to the EnCon cops, who are by now joined by a Lieutenant. The bloodhound handler comes over and asks if I touched the fletching. I hadn't so he took the arrow and walked off to his car. He tells us to line up the two hunters and a few other people in a field, but not me or my partner. We line up the EnCon cops, our original cop and the two hunters in the field, about 15 feet apart. The K9 cop takes the arrow, rubs a sterile gauze on it and puts it in a bag. Then he takes the bag and sticks the dogs head into it! The dog is moving all around, trying to get out the bag but at the same time inhaling all the scent, I guess. The handler takes the bag off the dog's head and says, "whoever he sits down next to held that arrow". The dog runs to the line of people, sniffs around our cop first and keeps going, he sniffs around one of the EnCon cops and keeps going. He gets to the first hunter next, the one we all think did the shooting and the one with the worst attitude. He sniffs around him real quick, then real slow, then SITS DOWN! I look at the EnCon Lt. and said, "is that good enough for you?" She says, "yup!" and off to jail goes the bad guy!

Someone told me later that this is no great feat for a bloodhound, something like an article scent exercise-similar I guess to sniffing a missing kid's t-shirt then running off to find him, but it has been one of the highlights of my career, the doggie lineup!