There's nothing I'd like more than to post a picture of my first buck. He was a dandy! I was just thirteen and on the second hunt of my life, with a borrowed 8 mm Mauser rifle. Shot a dandy whitetail buck in Northern Idaho with a very symmetrical 5 x 5 rack.
I hung those antlers on the wall of my bedroom and hung my Daisy BB gun across them. Couldn't have been any prouder. But somewhere over the next few moves that our family made, the rack got left behind. I'd love to post a picture but I don't think a picture of that buck was ever taken. We didn't have a lot of money in those days and it would have cost too much to develop a picture.
This should give us all a good reminder to take lots of pictures of our game, but none so much as a young person's first animal.
Without the picture, please visualize a monster 5 (western count) point whitetail with a high and wide rack. Or at least it seemed to be that big to a happy thirteen year old boy fifty-three years ago.
Congrats on what must have looked like the Jordan buck to you back then! I like the fact you whacked him with an 8x57 too. In case you didn't realize, I'm pretty sure the great Jack O'Connor killed his first deer with an 8x57 when he was around 13 yrs old too!!
The first one (head on truck) was a palmated hark horn'd 9 pointer,got off work early one day was'nt in stand 15 minute's when he came out to water'n hole.But he was bout 4 to 5 hundred yard's away,had to get down and play GI Joe with him.Got within 75 yard's of him when i took him.The next one is a wide 7 pointer,he and a HOT doe snuck in behind me while on stand.Did'nt know they were there till i got down and spook'd them,he gave me one shot.The one on ground(green shirt) i got like the first one,cept it was Xmas eve,i say Santa brought it to me.Was'nt in stand 15 minute's and he came in right behind a doe.He has eight point's with four lil kicker's,five if you count the one in the middle of his forehead.The last one hang'n from swing came within 10 feet of me with tongue hang'n out and just a huff'n an puff'n.I call'd him in with doe can and buck grunt's,he was just a basket 8.Had to let him run off a bit so i could get him in scope.
I've spent countless hours either on my hands and knees or bent over, messing up my back, looking for blood. One such instance I remember most was a hog hunt a few years ago in Mississippi. I had never shot a hog so when I poked a hole in this guy; I was determined to find him. Wearing snake leggings, I crawled on my hands and knees through the briars and the brambles and bushes where a rabbit wouldn't go. I found a spot of blood here and there but never the pig. And lucky for me, I didn't find...