The season wasn't a very good one for me as far as kills go, but it was enjoyable. My brother in law, Ryan, took my brother, my father, and I, Pheasant Hunting in Utah. We had a blast. It was a great experience to watch the way the bird dogs work and everything. It was a bit cold though. That morning it was -17 degrees. Walking through snow and reeds waste high really keeps you warm though. We killed quite a few and really had a very enjoyable time. It was everyone's first time to hunt for Pheasants, except for Ryan of course.I killed a doe behind our house with a Marlin 30-30 lever-action.
She dropped dead in her tracks. This was probably the biggest doe I have ever killed. I didn't weigh her in, but she was on up there. Kelli tried to drag her but couldn't even budge her. I had the doe processed for sausage and bacon burger. Talk about delicious!
Me, my two sisters, Keela and Kaycee, my brother, Kody, and my dad, Keith, all went on a big Texas Hog hunt in the summer of 2008. My sisters and brother all harvested hogs with guns, while my dad and I shot ones with our bows. My little sister Kaycee killed the largest hog with a nice set of cutters. I shot the strongest hog in the world I believe. I shot it once in the femoral artery (it was really a bad shot). Once the guide showed up we tracked it for about 200 yards and there was blood everywhere! Everyone thought it surely had to have died. We finally found it standing up under some brush so I shot it again, this time it was a heart shot, but the hog took off again. We continued to track it and found it standing up in a
small clearing so I shot it again, this time I hit lungs. It took off again. We finally tracked it into some tall grass where it had bedded down, but was still alive. I shot it one last time with my last arrow. It hit the heart yet again and stuck in the the hog instead of passing through like all of the previous shots. Well the guide told me to just wait and let the hog bleed out, so we waited for 15 minutes and the hog was still hanging on. Finally I just walked up to the hog, grabbed my arrow sticking out of it, and started stabbing the heart repeatedly. It wasn't long after that that the hog finally died. This was by far the craziest hunting experience I've ever had. When we got back to the camp I skinned my Hog and took a few pictures. I had a blast!
