What Busse knives are you using to skin critters

Ian Allomes

Ian Allomes

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I’m interested in the stories you guys have after your hunting trips. I’m sure you have some. ;)

I know Jody’s a deer hunter, and Scott. :cool: There must be more than enough stories here to fill a book..

Or funny hunting trip events, I know I’ve had a few of those…

Lets have some of them. :D
Ian.
 
Ian,

I whacked a muskrat today in Lake Busse right outside the shop. I used a Browning Safari in .300 Win Mag. :eek: . . Made a rather large red mushroom cloud above the water and left little to skin!!!! :eek:

Did get rid of the pesty little critter though!!! :cool:

No more twisted ankles enroute to the shop this summer!!!

I used an Active Duty and a Paul's Hatchet on a couple of whitetails I whacked this past season on our land in Kentucky. The PH is a dream when splitting the pelvis.

I have pics somewhere. . . I'll see if I can dig them up.

Jerry
 
I can tell you about the time (before my knowledge of infi) I left my mom on the river bank with 3 grizzly cubs. Next time we go fishin, she's taking a mistress :D
 
Jerry Busse said:
Ian,

I whacked a muskrat today in Lake Busse right outside the shop. I used a Browning Safari in .300 Win Mag. :eek: . . Made a rather large red mushroom cloud above the water and left little to skin!!!! :eek:

Did get rid of the pesty little critter though!!! :cool:

Jerry
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You probably saved a fair bit of time on gutting him as well.. :cool::D

I’d also love to see those pictures. :cool:


OK I’ll kick off with a funny story that happened to me.

Some years ago now.

I arranged a pig hunting trip to western New South Wales for about ten day’s, I knew a fella at the time, an Austrian guy named Terry, not his real name, but we all called him that. :D He was convalescing from a motor bike accident. So I asked him if he would like to go. Knowing, that he was a keen shooter.

He jumped at the chance, but insisted that he take his dog along.

I was taking a horse so knew I wouldn’t be hunting with them at any rate. So the dog didn’t bother me coming along.

The dog was a long haired Alaskan Malamute named “Hector”. Hector might have been able to pull a sled in Alaska with the best of them, but for pig hunting in western NSW in the heat and burrs, he was about as handy as a hip pocket in a pair of woman’s bloomers.

He was no huntin Dawg’ :D

The property we were staying at was shearing at the time, so we were unable to camp in the shearers quarters and had decided to camp down on the river, about a mile from the homestead.
The owner’s only request was for us to keep the dog away from the shearing sheds, So as to not bother the shearers or frighten the sheep.

Anyone having anything to do with Australian shearers would know they are generally good blokes but fairly rough around the edges. :D

The second day there, we had been out since early hunting and were just settled back around the campfire camp having a cuppa and some toast.

I had only just finished asking Terry had he seen Hector around, when he sulked into the camp looking like he had lost about 90% of his body weight.

One of the shearers had caught him and had Shawn him.

I just cracked up, I couldn’t help it. For the rest of the stay out there, every time I looked at that dog I burst into laughter. The more I laughed the more Hector and Terry sulked. Hector never went back the shearing sheds though, they had cured him of that. And of the burrs in his coat.

I thought Terry and Hector took it hard, but was nothing like his wife took it when she seen him on arriving home.

Ian.
 
Out of all of my Busses, and I’ve probably got over fifty now if I sat down and counted them.. Hope my wife’s not looking over my shoulder..;):D
Is my absolute bush hunting favorite the Active Duty. I’ve so far skinned and butchered a couple of kangaroos with one and it was a pure delight to use.

I’ve also skinned and butchered a bullock as well as a few Roo’s with an NO-e. Another favorite of mine.

So far I haven’t tried out my new drop point hunter from the extravaganza sale, but you can rest assure it will get a work out this winter.
:cool::D
Ian.
 
Ian Allomes said:
You probably saved a fair bit of time on gutting him as well.. :cool::D

I’d also love to see those pictures. :cool:


OK I’ll kick off with a funny story that happened to me.

Some years ago now.

I arranged a pig hunting trip to western New South Wales for about ten day’s, I knew a fella at the time, an Austrian guy named Terry, not his real name, but we all called him that. :D He was convalescing from a motor bike accident. So I asked him if he would like to go. Knowing, that he was a keen shooter.

He jumped at the chance, but insisted that he take his dog along.

I was taking a horse so knew I wouldn’t be hunting with them at any rate. So the dog didn’t bother me coming along.

The dog was a long haired Alaskan Malamute named “Hector”. Hector might have been able to pull a sled in Alaska with the best of them, but for pig hunting in western NSW in the heat and burrs, he was about as handy as a hip pocket in a pair of woman’s bloomers.

He was no huntin Dawg’ :D

The property we were staying at was shearing at the time, so we were unable to camp in the shearers quarters and had decided to camp down on the river, about a mile from the homestead.
The owner’s only request was for us to keep the dog away from the shearing sheds, So as to not bother the shearers or frighten the sheep.

Anyone having anything to do with Australian shearers would know they are generally good blokes but fairly rough around the edges. :D

The second day there, we had been out since early hunting and were just settled back around the campfire camp having a cuppa and some toast.

I had only just finished asking Terry had he seen Hector around, when he sulked into the camp looking like he had lost about 90% of his body weight.

One of the shearers had caught him and had Shawn him.

I just cracked up, I couldn’t help it. For the rest of the stay out there, every time I looked at that dog I burst into laughter. The more I laughed the more Hector and Terry sulked. Hector never went back the shearing sheds though, they had cured him of that. And of the burrs in his coat.

I thought Terry and Hector took it hard, but was nothing like his wife took it when she seen him on arriving home.

Ian.
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Too funny Ian. Too bad you didn't snag a pic of that! I am sorry to say, I can't help you with a hunting story, funny or otherwise as I have never been.
 
good one ian!
well i only took one fat doe this year.(with the bow) had my active duty in pocket and howling rat in my pack.
the ad was perfect for the field dressing, including splitting the pelvis (with help of baton).
where i hunt is about a 2 mile walk, with 2 river crossings from where i park, so i also cut her in half about halfway up the ribs. that part i did with the howler, just so he'd be fed too.
i built a good fire to make some coals and carried out the hind end.
back at the truck i threw my little pack skillet and some oil and salt and pepper and flour in my pack. by the time i hiked back to the fire i had a nice pit of coals
ready to cook on. and i was hungry.
i fried up half a loin, made some gravy, and had lunch on the riverbank using the ad and a willow branch split into a fork for utensils. there is no finer fare. :D
 
voracious said:
good one ian!
well i only took one fat doe this year.(with the bow) had my active duty in pocket and howling rat in my pack.
the ad was perfect for the field dressing, including splitting the pelvis (with help of baton).
where i hunt is about a 2 mile walk, with 2 river crossings from where i park, so i also cut her in half about halfway up the ribs. that part i did with the howler, just so he'd be fed too.
i built a good fire to make some coals and carried out the hind end.
back at the truck i threw my little pack skillet and some oil and salt and pepper and flour in my pack. by the time i hiked back to the fire i had a nice pit of coals
ready to cook on. and i was hungry.
i fried up half a loin, made some gravy, and had lunch on the riverbank using the ad and a willow branch split into a fork for utensils. there is no finer fare. :D
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Mmmmmmm. Venison. :p
 
Progunner said:
Mmmmmmm. Venison. :p
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yeah, man!
one of the finest, healthiest foods. less fat than skinned chicken breast or fish. i think i'll defrost the other loin for dinner tonite!
my new job comes with access to some new woods so hopefully i'll have more hunting stories to share this fall!!!
jody
 
Progunner said:
Mmmmmmm. Venison. :p
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I agree, definitely great to eat.. :cool:

I used to go down to Sydney with a mate to the gun show there, always there was a tent selling Bambi Burgers, we would have two for lunch and another for the journey back home. ;):D

Kangaroo is another very lean meat, rich in iron and great to eat once you have acquired the taste for it..
We usually take a young buck or doe on the way into the mountains for camp meat, the dog always lives well on it also..
Ian.
 
Another humorous hunting trip ;):D
I’ve posted these in the survival section of the swamp nearly a couple of years ago.

We were heading from NSW to Queensland to a property near a town called Texas (close to the Queensland border) to go pig shooting. The place was alive with feral pigs in those days.
There were four of us, and at the time I had a 4X4 Toyota Landcruiser flat bed truck, so it was decided we would take two vehicles.
I had a mate travel with me; I also had my horse trailer with two stock horses in it, both good sound horses around gunfire.

The other two were traveling in a small Suzuki 4X4.

Unbeknown to them my mate and myself had hung a just married sign on the back of the Suzuki.

They managed to drive most of the distance including having taking on fuel and having a meal at a road house without noticing it. :D

I’ll always remember one of them saying to us at the road house that every bugger around here was strange, because they were all looking and grinning at them.

Neither was impressed when they finally found the sign, they had travelled nearly 1000 miles with it on the back of the Suzi.
Ian.
 
Ian Allomes said:
Another humorous hunting trip ;):D
I’ve posted these in the survival section of the swamp nearly a couple of years ago.

We were heading from NSW to Queensland to a property near a town called Texas (close to the Queensland border) to go pig shooting. The place was alive with feral pigs in those days.
There were four of us, and at the time I had a 4X4 Toyota Landcruiser flat bed truck, so it was decided we would take two vehicles.
I had a mate travel with me; I also had my horse trailer with two stock horses in it, both good sound horses around gunfire.

The other two were traveling in a small Suzuki 4X4.

Unbeknown to them my mate and myself had hung a just married sign on the back of the Suzuki.

They managed to drive most of the distance including having taking on fuel and having a meal at a road house without noticing it. :D

I’ll always remember one of them saying to us at the road house that every bugger around here was strange, because they were all looking and grinning at them.

Neither was impressed when they finally found the sign, they had travelled nearly 1000 miles with it on the back of the Suzi.
Ian.
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yup. gay is funny everywhere.
 
Maybe you'll get a kick outta this... It's not my story/adventure, but a friend of mine. Location is Kodiak, AK where you and the bears are in competition for the deer.

Anyway, Chuck (name changed ;) ) had just taken a buck. He was is the process of skinning it and had the deer between his legs with him standing over it facing the head. So as he's skinning, the buck is getting tugged on from behind him. So he yells to his hunting partner, "Mike (changed again) not that crap off!!!" So his buddy, in the middle of skinning his (I believe), yells from about 30ft or so off "Knock what off?!?"... Chuck said he stopped in his tracks and slowly looked back. BAM!!! There is a massive male grizzly behind him pulling on the buck and grunting and growling. Kinda like how we are we our meal is interupted :D He looks to his right and finds that his rifle is about 15ft away from him. He said "I was thinking to myself...Ohhh ****" So he proceeded to SLOWLY dismount his fresh kill and slowly back away. All the while this grizzly is still growling and dragging off the deer. He was able to get to his rifle and stand guard. The grizzly wandered off with his kill.

That would suck :D :eek: Kodiak is a small island south of anchorage and the population of deer to bears causes there to be a competition between man and animal in the hunting aspect. The bears have also learned that where there is a gun shot, there is dinner. MAN!!! I LOVE THIS PLACE!!!
 
Voracious, yep I killed 5 (3 with my Palmer recurve/2 with rifle) and my nephews got the other 4. My freezer is stocked for a while :D
 
KnifeAddictAK said:
The bears have also learned that where there is a gun shot, there is dinner. MAN!!! I LOVE THIS PLACE!!!
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Sounds like it would be a good place to switch to bow hunting. At least the bears wouldn't hear the shot. :D
 
here's an interesting pic of Jerry and his buddy Mike Thourot after another unsuccessful hunt.....


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