BLOG.COLEHUNTING.COM 2012-02-23T11:56:58Z http://blog.colehunting.com/atom.aspx Quick Blogcast My First Buck tag:blog.colehunting.com,2011-05-26:927835be-203c-4cae-8e44-06b1bc3f03ce Cole Hunting Info 2011-05-27T04:41:05Z 2011-05-27T04:41:05Z It was Fall, 1994, just outside of Sierraville, California, near Bear Valley campground.&nbsp; The Zone was X7A and the&nbsp;season&nbsp;was only&nbsp;three weekends long.&nbsp; There were seven (7)&nbsp; guys in our group that year.&nbsp; <BR><BR>That first weekend, five of the seven in our group took deer.&nbsp; Myself and one other, Dale, walked away with nothing.&nbsp;&nbsp;I knew I couldn't hunt the second weekend because of my schedule, and neither could Dale.&nbsp; So we decided to come up&nbsp;closing weekend.&nbsp; We&nbsp;were going to&nbsp;continue to hunt the hill&nbsp;where all five bucks were taken that first weekend: we had come to jokingly&nbsp;call it "Five Buck Hill".&nbsp; <BR><BR>It's closing weekend.&nbsp; Dale and I&nbsp;got up&nbsp;long before daybreak and drove to Five Buck Hill.&nbsp; As we were driving up, we saw someone else turn up the hill.&nbsp; "Dangit!" &nbsp;we thought, "They better not be going up to that spot!"&nbsp; &nbsp;We followed to make sure they weren't going to Five Buck Hill, of course they were.&nbsp; They parked right in the spot we scoped out.&nbsp; Crap!!&nbsp; We set up a shortways away and watched the hill.&nbsp; The wind was fierce and cold that day.&nbsp;&nbsp;I spend most of the morning huddled between two rocks wishing I had never left my sleeping bag.&nbsp; After about 2&nbsp;hours, the sun was coming up and we&nbsp;decided to find another spot because we were miserable.&nbsp; <BR><BR>We were heading down the hilll.&nbsp; We came round a bend, there was a steep drop-off and I was watching the road below, a little further down the hill. &nbsp;As if&nbsp;he was on a Sunday stroll, there he was, a 3x3 buck, followed by 2 does.&nbsp; "Stop, Dale, stop!&nbsp; I see a buck!" &nbsp;Dale stopped and I got out of the truck.&nbsp; I got my rifle ready, and started to take aim at the buck.&nbsp; Dale gets out of the truck, comes around and jumps right infront of my rifle saying, "Where's the buck?"&nbsp; Annoyed, I took my left hand, pushed him out of the way.&nbsp;&nbsp;"Damn it, Dale.&nbsp; Watch out!"&nbsp; I took aim and fired.&nbsp; He jumped, was he hit?&nbsp; He&nbsp;turned and starting right up the hill straight toward us.&nbsp; I could not believe my eyes!&nbsp; Dale shot a couple times, he missed.&nbsp; The buck was still coming toward us.&nbsp; I took careful aim and fired.&nbsp; He jumped, hunched his back and came down like a ton of bricks.&nbsp; Dead center chest.&nbsp; My first deer was down.<BR><BR>I cleaned and skinned him by myself.&nbsp; I only gagged twice . Welcome tag:blog.colehunting.com,2009-05-04:23942619-6b1e-463e-bbd4-7d2a6490c237 Cole Hunting Info 2009-05-04T07:00:00Z 2009-05-04T07:00:00Z <P>Welcome to the Cole Hunting blog.&nbsp; We want you to share your hunting stories, outdoor hints, hunting and fishing tips and anything you want.&nbsp; As outdoorsmen (and women) we share a responsibility to make sure that we preserve this great part of our heritage.&nbsp; It is important to remind our children that the world is not as sterile as some want you to think.&nbsp; Even vegetarinas have to kill their food...</P> Even vegetarians have to kill their food...