hey everyone,
earlier today my friend was telling me this story about some guy who lives on the same floor as him in the dorms who hunts with a longbow, and my friend was telling me this guy has shot a bat with his bow. I didnt believe it at first but my buddy said he saw the pics of it. So i wondering do you guys have any unusual kills with your stick or string? wether it be a buck with werid horns or a bat lol.
my first trad kill was some bird flying(yes flying) out of my dads car port
12" timber rattler! But doubt if most would call that a trophy!
my most recent kill was a hairy tailed mole that has been terrorizing the garden. tiny little guy that wouldn't come above ground. had to watch the dirt moving and figure where he was. subterranean heart shot.
Nutria, looks like big swamp rat with choppers..LOL.. :) ...they cause more damage in water areas down here... :) ...Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays..
Woodcock out of the air, with an 89lb. big 5, about 18 yards. Ate the meat, mounted the bird.
I shot a bee hive once when I was a kid. Never did that again. :eek:
Yep, I got me a winged rat not too long ago!!!
Boys them flyin rats are hard to hit even with a shotgun!!
One summer day I was shooting a recurve in my backyard trying to get ready for deer season when I spotted a chipmonk running across the yard. I drilled that sucker on the run! Talk about a one in a million shot!Now if I could only hit the deer that well.....hmmmmmmmmm
Isn't it amazing that we can make such rediculous shots yet miss an entire deer? :biglaugh:
There is a reason for that, deer have telepathic powers that render their predators to go blind, suffer mild strokes, and burn brain cells
Domestic turkey at 12 paces...nuff' said... :bigsmyl:
A coyote at about 10 yards right at about dark.Came in lightfooted and i was on the ground and with no groundblind.i was in position low to the ground and she was coming right to me and at about 10 yards she came up and stepped up on downed tree and looked right at me head on.I was at full draw allready and aimed for the center of her chest.i shot and heard an eerry growl.I figured I hit her.i found her the next day with an arrow right through the shouder blades burried to the bottom of her rib cage..From the time I shot she swapped ends so no chest hit.The oppisite side.That was pretty cool and a memorable hunt for me.I always wanted a yote.I made quiver out of her
Called in a coyote to 3 paces a few years back. She had that 'deer in the headlights' look as she finally figured out her dilemma.
A buddy and I used to have a mouse hunting contest in elk camp. We stacked a few of them up with our longbows.
I took a prairie rattler while bowfishing; that was pretty strange. I was about knee deep in water and here comes Mr buzzworm, swimming right towards me. I had to move him away with the tip of my bow before I could stick him with a fishing arrow.
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Not the strangest but it's the smallest. I whent 4 for 4 in mouse camp this year all head shots as well. Little overbowed but the 75# Morrison is one heck of a mouse killer. No the hats not mine! It belongs to Al Klenk fron NJ he brings quite the assortment to moose camp every year.
I killed a bobwhite with a rock when I was 10. It ain't archery but it was trad. :bigsmyl:
snapping turtle. I have killed a lot of them; but if your familiar with the critters; they do not die easy.
In this particular case I was bowfishing with my brother; and he got into some mud up to his thighs; and was trying to get unstuck. The water was only a few inches deep at that spot; and he hollered at me.
I turned around to see a huge sized snapping turtle- headed towards him; walking on the mud rather.. fast.
My brother couldn't turn in the mud to shoot it; and was more than a little concerned.
When it struck out at him- I shot it in the head with a metal blunt tip at about 30 yards. The shot was incredible- but what I am here to tell you is that the turtle died instantly!
I don't mean it took off and died; I mean it fell head and neck extended into the water with a 'plop'; and that was it. No twitching; no nothing.
My brother will remember it forever; but we ate the evidence :thumbsup: :campfire: :archer:
Actually a toss up for me. How about a 70" diamondback and an 8.5 year old piebald doe. The doe was white/mottled from the shoulders up and came in at dusk in the swamp. It took me a few moments to convince myself I wasn't looking at a ghost because the white neck appeared to be just a floating figure above the palmettos.
One afternoon I was shooting my McKenzie deer in the back yard. A lizard ran across the front of it and stopped in the 8 ring. I picked a spot
(in this instance it was the whole animal)and released. The result was a perfect heart/lung/spine shot. The arrow hit behind the shoulder and all that was left top and bottom was skin. This was the smallest "game" I've ever taken with my recurve.
Jon
Here is the feathers of a dove I shot this year. I still can not believe the dove flew off. But he was not flying straight, he had a little wabble. (http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n140/702plmo/HPIM1126.jpg)
well this should get ya laughing i stuck my self in the leg with a zwicky. (http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u85/wolfman_031/CIMG1659.jpg) (http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u85/wolfman_031/CIMG1660.jpg) :biglaugh: :biglaugh:
Wow, I would watch showing off bat photos. They are protected in many states. The gamewarden might visit you. I found out the hard way. They read tradgang too, then they get your info and show up when least expected, with a ticket book in hand. watch it
Thanks for the warning. It was a pest in our house and I couldn't catch it. I posted the story on Highlights.
HO'NEHE JEFf, tell us how you done that so we can learn from your mistakes.
Mr. Krebs, that is a great story!
Mine goes like this. My good friend and sometimes employer came to me one day telling me that he had a critter in his pump house and that he couldn't get in there on account of it. Well, naturally I was thinking "what kind of critter could possibly keep a full grown farmboy away from his pumphouse?" Well, he convinced me to investigate. I loaded up the dogs and followed him out to the desicrated pump house. He pulls over about 3/4 of a mile away from the spot and tells me its probably best to walk in behind the dogs from there.
Well, I grabbed my old Wasp and made certain I had a couple of Zwickeys with me and unloaded the dogs. Now Hilton was doing his best to help me with this, but he was clearly nervous and decided it would be best if he stayed in the truck.
The dogs and I wandered in to the pumphouse and when we got close it was pretty apparent that there was a large, angry creature in there--so I called the dogs by me for caution sake(considering this is lion country). After a few minutes of strategical thought, I decided that the best tact would be to just keep the dogs close and gingerly kick the door in---you know, to gain the element of surprise(after all, I had my mighty dogs with me).
I managed to get the door kicked open when I realized that my dogs were nowhere in sight(naturally I assume its because there is an Apex predator amuck).
In the meantime, here comes my friend Hilton armed with----get this--a wrist rocket!
He and I discussed strategy for a few minutes(meanwhile the dogs were back in the truck)and we decided that he would climb on the top of the pumphouse and jump up and down to "spook" the critter out. Meanwhile, I was going to be in a spot that I could get a shot with a Zwickey.
Hilton started his routine before I could get set up(of course) and thats when all hell broke loose! The creature came blazing out and jumped immediately on the top of the pumphouse with Hilton(the kind of stuff that wins 10,000 on Americas funniest videos). He did a dance that would surely won the Dancing with the stars prize before him and the little devil careened off the roof of the pumphouse and into the sagebrush.
I whistled the dogs up so I would have backup(I never even had a chance to see the mess first hand----this happened pretty quick). The dogs just wouldn't come out of the truck--period.
In the meantime there goes Hilton hotfootin' across the sagebrush in a direct line AWAY from me and the pumphouse. So naturally I'm assuming its me and this devil.
I nocked an arrow and waited still-hunt style for the evil creature to produce itself--and then I saw movement on the corner of the pumphouse, I just loosed before I could think and sent a 650gr arrow on its way. It was pretty obvious the arrow struck paydirt because there was a HELL of a ruckus in the weeds there. I decided the critter was small and dead enough that I should go and watch its demise. I rounded the corner of the house just to get a blast of skunk spray that covered EVERYTHING. That skunk had a Zwickey run through from fore to aft, yet he had enough in him to give one last act of defiance.
Lesson learned-----listen to the dogs!!
Jeff, thats a funny story.
I still have some gear that stinks when it gets wet.
As a kid I shot an arrow skyward.. :rolleyes: :eek: It sailed up a ways,then came back down in the center of a bush in our yard. All at once a chicken came running out with that arrar standing straight up out of it's back.. :scared: I had to chase that darn chicken and catch hold of the arrow,which came out quite readily,the whole time this chicken sqwauking(sp) up a storm.I took my bow and arrows and wandered off into the nearby woods.. :smileystooges: :campfire:
During the summer months, me and a couple of buddies have been known to spend the better part of an hour shooting at bumble bees. The neat thing is when you miss, they only fly 5 or 6 yards away and you get another shot.
My first was a dove when I was about 12 years old. I hit it when it was taking off at about 3 ft high. On the wing!!!!
A 50 yard shot on a cottontail that jumped up when I shot and the arrow hit him in mid air. The whole thing was an awful accident for the rabbit and according to the guys I was with made me better than Robin Hood. I don't think they ever figured out that I didn't know the rabbit was going to jump. It happened simultaneously. I sure wasn't telling them the whole thing was an accident.
One time a big rat got in our basement,I hunted it down and killed it with a tommahawk. I had a ruger single six in one hand and the tommahawk in the other.
After I killed the rat,I came upstairs and I still had the pistol in one hand and the now bloody tommahawk in the other. I can't really describe the look on my wifes face..... :campfire:
Got nothing to compare with you guys that was shot with a bow. I have many interesting "trophies" from a lifetime outdoors (and indoors too) but the real wild ones were taken with f***a**s and the last time I mentioned an experience with those I heard about it. Just your run of the mill white-tails with the bow. I have had opportunity to take other critters but never loosed the arrow. Always waiting for the buck.
ok jim this is how it happend i was inside sharping the head when i finished i cleaned the head and walked out side and down the stairs well i dropped the arrow and it turned over once then twice i thought it had stopped so i walked down to pick it up and you guessed it it turned over once more and stuck me. the thing is never carry an arrow down stairs. :banghead:
Thanks Jeff, I'll remember that little bit of advice.......
Mine is the same as Jason's, I center punched a large, active behive from 15 yards one day with a friend standing besides me watching......did I tell you I'm terrified of bees??????? I found out that day that I run much faster than my friend..... :scared: :bigsmyl:
David
QuoteOriginally posted by el oso:
I killed a bobwhite with a rock when I was 10. It ain't archery but it was trad. :bigsmyl:
LOL.
I killed a robin with a matchbox car when I was little. I was holding my Mom's hand walking around in the yard. My Mom's says "Look at that pretty little..." as I'm throwing a matchbox car sidearm at the same time. I'll never forget the look on my Mom's face.
That's when it all started.. ;)
Killed and ate my first game animal when I was five with a lilac longbow and a bodkin broadhead, poor little bunny tasted good too. My weirdest was a pheasant out of the air. I missed the close one I was shooting at and hit one ten yards further out.
I hunted on a farm that the landowner wanted every groundhog on it gone, so when this fellow came along I took him. Very unusual!
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Saber tooth grown hog now that is a trophy :thumbsup:
well this is auctually a miss. had a BIG bat flying around the apartment when my wife and i were renting. so to show of my mountain man skills and impress the young lass i grabbed my bowie knife. i am pretty good at knife throwing. bad landed on the molding of a door frame. i snuck up to 4 yards. threw the bowie and BAM, drilled the molding and frame next to the bat. split the molding from top to bottom and broke the old 2x4 in the frame, one hellava mess!!!!!
a water heater
Drilled a Chipmunk at about 28yds on a stone wall with my Modoc self bow, unusual part, the arrow fell about 6" short and took the chippie on the ricochet right in the boiler room.
I shot a chicken out at my uncles farm on the run at about 45 yards. Once every two years or so we thin the herd down.
I have killed ALOT of groundhogs in these last two years, but that one I woulda mounted, I know tons of guys around here that have probably killed upward close to 100 whisle pigs a year, I kill close to 50 a year and have NEVER seen anything like it, AWESOME!!!!
I would have to say my most unusual was Big Bird. I was deer hunting on a place a friend of mine owns and he told me " There is this big emu running around on my land. If you want to shoot it, go ahead. I have no use for it".
So, on opening day of deer season, I'm sitting in my blind at day light. The feeder goes off. Several minutes later I catch movement off to one side. I get ready. In walks this giant bird, lays down under the feeder, and proceds to stretch its neck to every piece of corn on the ground. That was a mistake for him. I shot him.
Emu meat was supposed to bew "the next red meat". NOT!!!! That stuff tasted terrible and I will never shoot another one.
Bisch
Bobwhite-running on the ground. Hap
I've killed a lot of critters, but the one that really got my attention was a 58" Diamondback with 17 full buttons. I almost stepped on "Joe No Shoulders" during the Texas early archery season, while heading to my mono-pod in grass up to my butt. Pinned him to the ground under a cedar tree with a well placed arrow, after missing him with the first shot. I was shaking like a leaf. Left him to die and made my way to my stand for the afternoon hunt. Came back after dark but was real careful where I walked. Was even more careful crawling under the low limbs of that cedar to retrieve that bad boy. He now resides in my gameroom under glass. He was one big snake.
I was 10 years old and my grandfather told me to shoot any chickens in the garden he kept. I had a recurve my dad gave to me, and I shot one at 15 yards. I was so proud, but later found out that it was the neighbors chickens. Our neighbor had a habit of not keeping his animals contained. My grandfather was elated. I got a scolding from dad for killing the neighbors bird, but later when he questioned me, I did make a good shot. The arrow went straight through the chest. The neighbor never found out. My grandfather was a great man. Lived to 94. He was a little difficult to be neighbors with because he worked so hard to keep his farm up. Just started shooting recurves again this year at 44 years old. I miss my grandpa and dad, but will never shoot another chicken unless it is for Mardi Gras gumbo.
my most unusual trophy was a big alligator snapping turtle....i walked up on two breeding one morning and decided to rid the pond of them:) now that big snapper's whitened shell hangs on my wall with the broken carbon arrow still sticking in it.
my first kill was on my first season and my first hunt with a recurve. sitting close to a trail and kept hearing something "walking" lots of dead leaves from the year before and was very dry so any thing that moved sounded like a heard of cattle . finally i saw it a 3 foot cotton mouth. yards away i drilled it through its head. and i thought" well this trad stuff is pretty easy. that was 3 years ago and my only kill sense has been a cotton tail. that shows me for thinking
I was grounded as a kid from hunting because of coming home too late. I stopped the tractor I was discing with when I saw a big jackrabbit and threw some vice-grips at him and stuck them in his side. He flopped over and died. Came home with the rabbit on the front of the tractor at dark and my parents are still shaking their heads over it. That was 35 years ago.
I'm sorry about my post. I don't know what I was thinking.
It was a great story but had little or nothing to do with my most unusual trophy.
I apologize! I'll try to be more careful in the future.
God bless,Mudd
How about a Badger. Caught him away from his hole. He was diggin as fast as he could in an unused hole when a shaft went in his ham and came out under his chin. Didn't even hardly quiver.
How about two Emu's, a dingo and a Brumbi!! No pics unless authorized to do so! Not everyone into Brumbi kill shots :readit:
I guess when I was around 8, I pulled the suction cups off my arrows and taped a nail on the end. Got me a little fish at the edge of the pond. That was my first and only trad kill and my mother still don't believe me 31 years later even though I brought the fish home :(
Shot a field mouse that was about 1" from my left toe after kicking a grass hump while rabbit hunting with a bunch of guys from the bow club. Some still call me "mouse killer". This was 20 years ago and was using a '67 Bear Grizzly my great nephew has now.
52 years ago 25 cent arrow and a limb with a string tied on it.10yd shot at a sparrow, thought i missed,looked a long time for that arrow.Found it the next day with the sparrow on it under the tree.Still bowhunt every year.
Robin at 80 yards with a BB gun. I was 8 and my buddies and I were traipsing around the woods shooting at everything with our new BB guns. mine had a scope and my buddies told me I couldn't hit the bird at that range. The usual ribbing and betting was going on. I pumped her up to 20 pumps took very careful aim. That BB flew straight left dropped him dead on impact. The guys held me in awe for years after that. Never did tell them it was luck.
Here is one. I shot this one during archery. He must have been hit by a car. His skull plate was cracked and the horns must have just fell over. When he was skinned there was some infection in the wound but it seemed like it was healing. He was chasing a doe when he got it.
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:biglaugh: :biglaugh: :biglaugh: :biglaugh: :biglaugh: :biglaugh: Just Read the Skunk in the PumpHouse Thread!!
Twice as a young boy i remember killing a bird with a stone. The first was sitting on a rock about the size of a bushel basket. The stone hit the rock right in front of the bird, bounced up and killed the bird.
The other time, I was walking on a road at my grandfather's house. The bird was 30 yards or so standing in the road. I skipped a stone, just like on a pond. The stone took out the birds legs and the bird was dead. I caught hell for that one from my dad. I didn't think I would hit either one of those birds. I have no idea after all these years, what kind of birds they were. Just little ones.
Both of these aren't archery related...but I was playin catch with my younger brother one time with a baseball. Rabbit was nibblin on mom's flowers about 20 yards away and I drilled that rabbit right in the shoulders with a fastball. Sounded like it hit a basketball.
Another time, I used to work in a lumberyard. Buddy of mine and I were walkin along the lifts of lumber and chipmunk pops up and starts runnin along the 2x6x14s. He pops his tape measure off his belt and drills the chippie running right in the head straight away from us.
most memorable trophy was the first kill i ever made. their is a ground squirrel problem in Alberta. I found one poking his head out of a hole and snuck up 20 yards and shot 4 arrows at its head funny thing about ground squirrels their head move faster than their bodies on the fifth arrow i nailed that lil bugger. the thing they didn't warn me about is that ground squirrels are actually in the dangerous game category he chewed through the two arrows i had in him. I was scared out f my wits but the third arrow sent the lil ground squirrel straight in to his grave. Il never forget that kill he was a monster and took more arrows to kill him than any thing els I ever shot.
Not a bow story, but I was dry flyfishing in Kamloops bc at Jocko lake and I hooked a bat in the dark....couldn't figure out why my fly line was going UP...thought I had drifted into the trees.
So I start pulling in the line and on the end was a bat trying like crazy to get off.
Well all was good until he started chewing on my FENMWICK....so I shoved the tip in the water and after a few seconds the action stopped...I pulled my rod out and he was draped over the end of my rod.
I just cut the leader...then the cool thing happened.
The bat was just laying there in the water and I heard the biggest slurp ever....I turned and he was gone...figured it was an 8+ pound rainbow..
i didn't have any BAT FLIES LEFT...crap.
Jer Bear
Hoser1268 - that is one cool buck!
I got a first place trophy for the trad division at a 3-D shoot a few years back. Very unusual for me.
Shot a carp once and when I pulled it in the arrow, had also went through a nice big bluegill.
while i was laid off from work i had alot of spare time to kill,during that time i sot a bumble bee and awalking stick, like i said, i had alot of spare time
MOLE, was out shooting and was walking back to the house. Something caught my eye and the little so and so, was digging his little path. Not a long shot about 10 feet would be my guess. Pulled the arrow and sure enough had me a MOLE trophy.
It might not be unusual to some but for a northeast Texas boy it was,killed a badger on my wife's uncle's ranch in south Texas. (http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z105/robertwholloway/100_0462.jpg)
that's cool robert...jer bear
Well I haven't had any success yet with my bow with the animals that I'm hunting but while practicing in the backyard I've taken two honeybees and a bumblebee! What? They're trophy's to me ;)
When i was 18 yrs old a buddy of mine and his wife came to my house to buy a gun from me.
I was shooting off my dad's deck when they arrived and my friend said can you hit anything with that bow.
A bird was sitting on a fence post 25yds away and i said watch this.
I shot the bird of the fence post and nailed him, after the arrow went through the bird another bird came flying by about 15yds behind the first bird and my arrow hit and killed that bird also.
I have 2 eye witness when this happened but i really did kill 2 birds with one shot.
That had to be a one and 10 billion shot.
That happened 24 yrs ago and my buddy still brings it up every time i see him.
Mouse...last year I was laying in bed when a mouse ran across my pillow. I launched out of bed and grabbed my bow from the wall strung it and nocked an arrow.
Now it was time to put jazz the great hunting cat to work. The mouse had run under my door and out into the main room of my apartment. I opended the door and sent jazz on the stalk. She immediately sniffed the mouse out and crounched watching staring directly behind the sofa like a pointer. I gave her a little nudge and she took off to flush our quarry.
The little beast came flying out from under the sofa and ran straight across the living room at no more than five feet. I hit full draw and released sending an arrow right behind its shoulder. The blunt killed the mouse instantly and jazz was even nice enough to retrieve it for me....if only she could track deer
Bought a bow and shot a chipmunk with it 2 days later.. never will forget that
Rotted old fallen pine log 10 yds past the Tom I missed on Wednesday. Oh wait, the bird was the trophy that I let slip away... :bigsmyl:
do those of you shooting in the house at rhodents have dirt floors?? my wife would have my head on the wall over the fireplace if I did that.
All the houses in Virginia have dirt floors.
Killdeer
Killy :bigsmyl:
Interesting thread. Some of the beasts reported having been killed by some of the my fellow bowhunters on this thread should best be kept close to the vest. Not every beast that creepeth (or flies) is legal game these days. I shot a European Starling (yep, those are legal) from a huge flock of flying starlings about 39 years ago. Two friends were shooting them with shotguns (flock shooting). I happened upon them and shot a standard field tip (I was stump shooting) arrow towards a flock that was out of range of the shotgunners. The entire flock seemed to see the arrow coming except for a lone straggler. The arrow caught him (to my and the gunners great amazement) between the beak and the eye. I should have mounted that "trophy" although there was certainly no skill invovled in the shot. I lost the arrow on the next shot.
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How about two Emu's, a dingo and a Brumbi!! No pics unless authorized to do so! Not everyone into Brumbi kill shots :readit:
A Brumby is a wild horse, right? Let's see some pics!!
well you don't see this too often....
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or this.....
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CLINT! THAT'S AWESOME!
:clapper: :clapper: :clapper:
I think you can forget getting any pictures from "hunt it" of brumbys TxAg.
I asked if he'd post them or if he wasn't comfortable doing that would he please send them to my private e-mail address but I never seen either.
That's too bad too. I'd love to have seen them.
I go over to the Aussie trad sight once in awhile and saw some awesome pictures of all kinds of bow kills, even a camel.
God bless,Mudd
Killed a chukar partridge on the wing with a longbow once over a Brittany Spaniel.
Last summer while viseting my inlaws my little sister inlaws wanted to shoot with me in the back yard.......so we pulled out the old recuves out of the shed strung them up for the girls and shoot we did :thumbsup:
It wasnt long and Nattlie retrieved a stray arrow from the grass next to the target and mentioned somthing about there being grass stuck to her arrow.........NOPE :eek: this guy never new what hit him :biglaugh:
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