Tennessee Hunting Photos & Stories

Every hunter likes to share stories about their experiences afield and many hunters like to hear these stories. The Photos & Stories section of BigGameHunt.net (BGH) allows hunters to share their hunting adventures in the form of stories and photos. Please feel free to browse, read, and contribute to this section of BGH.
Rookie with Buck Fever vs Tactical Patience
James R. Jones

I think we all have one of those hunting days that come in our lives that we would give anything to be able to live again. That day for me came as a rookie deer hunter a couple years back.

Who's the Real Turkey?
James R. Jones

It was the holiday season 2008, our 2 other kids, Matt and Monica, were up from Georgia visiting for the holidays. They live with their mom and try to visit with us when they are out of school and I am not out of the country playing Army somewhere. As I do most every chance I get during hunting season, take one if not more of the kids hunting with me in our own back forty behind the house.

Country Living and Back Yard Hunting
James R. Jones

Add a house in the country mix, in a great family and then throw in various wildlife in the back yard and it adds up to my American Dream. We got orders to FT Campbell a few years back. So my wife and I decided to look for a house of our own, we did not want to rent, we wanted something permanent. Of course a major requirement for our house was country living with wildlife. So I was in Korea when my wife took a road trip to Clarksville to meet our real estate agent to look at some houses.

Charged by a European Wild Boar in the German Forest
James R. Jones

Yes I admit I have a fascination, if not an obsession with the European Wild Boar. It all started when I was a young Army soldier stationed in Germany, my first duty station from 1989 to 1992.  Our dismounted stinger missile section, four of us at the time, was ordered to conduct a (training) dismounted patrol through heavily forested training area.  We had been warned that there were wild boars who inhabit the area.  But us, as young men, 19 and 20 years old, and Army soldiers at that, we were indestructible and fearless, right. 

Hunting Camp
Ed T.

Is there anything better? If it ain't family or Grandkids; I, for one, am not buying it. There's just something very special about a hunting camp, whether it be for deer, hogs, bear, or whatever. My very first deer hunts were done away from home in a camp with some very interesting characters. They were all around my Dad's age and to the man, always treated "Little Eddie" well enough. Actually they probably treated me extra good, remembering they way they talked to each other...lol.

The Old Days
CVC

As I started to pen this story I realized how much hunting has changed, at least for me.  For example, when I decided to go wild boar hunting back in 1982 I could not jump on the internet and do research.  It may have been invented or not, but at any rate it wasn’t available to the public.  There was not the plethora of hunting shows like there are today so we did not even have that to fall back on.  As a side note, I recall the hunting shows back then did not show the kill shots.  Just was not acceptable for television to show kill shots.
 

First Tennessee Muzzleloader Deer
Chris Schmittou
This picture is of my nine year old son Caleb with his first deer taken in 2008 on our land in Wayne county Tennessee. He took this deer with my .50 caliber muzzleloader on the second day of our muzzleloader season.
Tennessee 9 Year Old's First Deer
James Butler
This is my son Jimmy Butler, he is nine years old and bagged this unusual 8 pointer on his first hunt. We had seen this deer on our trail camera, it needed to be taken and thought it would be a great first deer. I was very proud that he was able to let some other nice looking deer pass by and wait for this one. As far as my son is concerned it was a world record deer.
19 Pt. Tennessee Deer
Kelvin N. Jones
It was the second weekend of bowhunting this year, 2008. I had moved my stand the previous weekend to a more select spot which was deeper in a swamp on the Wolf River. I had been in my stand since 6:00 am and it was creeping up on 9:30, nothing but squirrels and one lone opossum to get my attention so far. Scanning the area watching for any movement I locked on one opening in the tree line.