Vin007

Beautiful picture and congratulations to you for taking a 300lb+ buck with a 270! (I read on other threads about concern whether a 120 lb leopard can be dropped with a 300 Win. Mag) It is not easy to shoot in wind (from whatever direction and even at your back) and you used your head and outthought the buck. Again, it's a nice picture of what a successful hunt is about - and that other hunters can understand and envy.

I used to know a guy named Mike Baranowski who had a hunting and fishing lodge on Lake of the Woods. He was an excellent musky angler. One day he and a friend saw a moose swimming across the lake and so followed it in their aluminum motor boat and for some reason decided to lassoo it with the bow line. The moose towed them across the lake. As they got near shore Mike tried to untie the bow line but was unable to do so. Then he reached for his pocket knife but had forgotten it. The moose dragged Mike, his companion and the small aluminum boat and motor three hundred yards into the forest before the boat snagged against a tree and the bow line broke. Not a hunting
story but a moose story.

I had another fiend named Johny Matthews who has Little Portage Camp on Lake Memesagemesing in northern Ontario. He tried the same thing with a whitetail deer but the deer panicked turned upside down and started kicking. He drove his hooves right through the light aluminum and sank the boat. Johny did one other thing I have never heard of anyone doing.
During a whitetail deer drive he saw a doe in the distance coming along a game trail. Rather than shoot her he climbed into a small tree along the game trail, waited, and dropped on her as she went underneath. He then killed her with his knife but took a terrefic battering from her hooves in the process.


VBR,


Ted Gorsline

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Originally posted by Ted Gorsline:
I used to know a guy named Mike Baranowski who had a hunting and fishing lodge on Lake of the Woods. He was an excellent musky angler. One day he and a friend saw a moose swimming across the lake and so followed it in their aluminum motor boat and for some reason decided to lassoo it with the bow line. The moose towed them across the lake. As they got near shore Mike tried to untie the bow line but was unable to do so. Then he reached for his pocket knife but had forgotten it. The moose dragged Mike, his companion and the small aluminum boat and motor three hundred yards into the forest before the boat snagged against a tree and the bow line broke. Not a hunting
story but a moose story.

That is hilarious. I can see that happening.

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Johny did one other thing I have never heard of anyone doing.
During a whitetail deer drive he saw a doe in the distance coming along a game trail. Rather than shoot her he climbed into a small tree along the game trail, waited, and dropped on her as she went underneath. He then killed her with his knife but took a terrefic battering from her hooves in the process.

I don't know if I would buy that one, but then again, redneck types that are always pulling one stunt or anouther end up in some pretty wild situations. The situations they end up in are pretty hard to believe because most people aren't doing the crazy stunts. Do not ask me how I know this.

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Daryl

I hunted with an outfitter in BC a few years ago who had pictures of himself on the back of a moose. Same as other story they spotted the moose swiming across a lake as they were fishing. As lots of Labbats were involved they paddled over to the moose and the outfitter jumped on. He said the moose headed for shore with him trying to steer it pulling on one side of the horns. As the moose got close to shore, he dove off in deeper water than he thought. He said he almost drowned as his fishing buddies were laughing so hard they couldn't paddle.

Those Johnny Matthews stories are true. There are hundreds and hundreds of them of them and most of them I can't tell.

Johny runs a camp called Little Portage Camp on Lake Memesagemesing near Port Loring Ontario. The regulars who hunt with him call themselves the window watch gang because the way they hunt deer is to sit at table drinking and playing cards while at the same time watching for deer out the window.


VBR,

Ted Gorsline

Here are a couple more Johny and Mike stories.

On one deer drive on Lake Memesagemesing the dogs picked up a bull moose and there was a moose season at the time. They chased it down a line of 16 hunters and everybody shot at it and missed. The last hunter had a 94 Winchester and he levered every cartridge into the snow without firing a shot.

Abe Restoule, Johny's lead Indian guide could see 1,000 pound of winter meat getting away across the lake so he ran down to the motorboat the hunters had used to get to the drive area, sped out into the lake and tried to chase the moose back to the hunters waiting on shore. As the moose got close all 16 of them opened fire not noticing Abe waving at them from the other side of the moose. Fortunately nobody shot Abe but Abe got out of there surrounded by spouts of water and when he left the moose reversed directions again and escaped.

As for another Mike Baranowski story. Mike was fishing on Lake of the Woods in his small aluminum boat with a friend and not having any luck. They had a large bottle of rye with them and they were dipping into it more than they ought to. They decided to move to another fishing hole so Mike revved up the motor and the sped across the lake at full speed.

Mike was so drunk that he fell asleep at the wheel. His friend in the bow didn't notice they were approaching a densely thicketed island at full speed. They hit the Island at about 20 miles an hour. Mike was thrown into the bow and that woke him up. His friend was missing and Mike assumed he had fallen into the lake and drowned. So he went and got the police and they began dragging the lake with hooks. A little while later up stands his friend in the bushes on shore smiling happily and waving to them. Mike, who had been in tears, felt so relieved.

When they hit the bank and Mike got tossed into the front seat of the boat from the back seat his friend in the front seat got tossed up into the bushes on shore but he was so drunk that he didn't wake up. He just lay there sleeping in the bushes while Mike and the police looked for his body.


VBR,


Ted Gorsline

Nova Scotia hunting in the 50's.

This is a hunting story I was told. The gentleman recounting the story is 84 yrs of age. He has hunted for food and sport. His hunting experience goes back many, many yrs.

This is his story as recounted to me, which I will try to tell here to the best I can. I found it very interesting to say the least when it was related to me. Hope you enjoy.

"When I was a young man, I would go hunting and often get back home with a deer and because I usually shot them with my .22 in the corner of the eye, I was accused of hunting with a light by my neighbours. Only I was not!

I often came back with deer while I was rabbit hunting and it is why I carried a .22. I shot and killed may deer while rabbit hunting with my .22.

So it was that people suspected that I was a deer jacker. I was not! I would usually shoot my deers no farther than 50 paces, often closer and so the eye was a good target. This was easy because I would aim at a rabbit's eye or ears and so a deer it was a similar target. Also, we would hunt squirrels then for fur and food and shot them in the eye at close range.

But after a time my neighbours figured out how it was that my deers were shot in the eye and that I had no difficulty coming home with a deer, almost at will.

My sisters had trained our dog. It was a border-collie/beagle mix. They had trained it using a book from Halifax someone bought for them. It was a book on training dogs.

Back then we had a farm at home. My father had gardens and a small herd of cattle, although he was a logger and shipwright. And so my sisters trained our dog to bring the cattle back to the barn. The dog was a very smart dog. My sisters trained it to get the cows only, or to get the oxen only, when father needed them.

All we had to say was Cow and that dog would get the cows to the pen or Ox and he would fetch the oxen.

But also the dog was part beagle and so when I went for rabbits ( really snowshoe hair ) I would bring it and the dog would flush rabbit so that killing them with the .22 was not difficult. Often the rabbit would just run a little bit and then stop as if puzzled by what had flushed it. The dog would not bark you see.

I don't know how it happened first but you know how it is when rabbit hunting and you come accross fresh deer tracks. You know the deer are near you and the dog. They are trying to figure you out or stay put in case you just pass by, or seeing which direction is safe to bolt.

As I said, I don't know how it happened first but once when I saw those fresh tracks I said to the dog "Ox" and silently in a few minutes there was a buck deer staring at me head on, just 50 paces away. I shot it just in the corner of the eye where the bridge of the nose ends on the forehead.

And so next time when the tracks were fresh, I said "Cows" and in a few minutes a doe was spying me head on not far off. And so I shot it in the eye at 20 paces or so.

Now, it did not take long for me to figure out that that collie/beagle mix was herding deer to me jsut like he did with the cattle in father's fields. He would not bark and so the deer were not startled and would appear like ghosts just around me sizing me up.

I shot many deer this way. I would go rabbit hunting and when the track were fresh and we needed deer I would say "Cow" if I wanted to harvest a doe or fawn and "Ox" if I wanted a buck.

I got very successful deer hunting this way and the neigbours though I was a deer jacker for awhile until they figure out what I had for a hunting dog."



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This kind of thing happens alot more in the back woods, wher dogs and people have more time to putter, than most people think. I have seen two dogs that could fish. One, a Labrador, learned to catch small mouth bass on their nests in the spring. he did it at night. I don't know how he saw the fish. The other learned to ice fish. He figured out that when the flags on the ice fishing rig went off that there was a fish on the end. He'd grab the whole rig in his teeth and back off. Providing the line didn't wear through on the ice and the fish wasn't too big he kept backing up until he pulled it out on the ice.

Remarkable what dogs cab get up to.

VBR,


Ted Gorsline

I had a german sheppard that liked to go grouse hunting, only problem is that he would sneak up on the grouse and catch them live, then bring ot back to me and would not always let me take it from him to wring it's neck.

Visualize a 17 year old chasing his dog, with a live sqwuaking grouse in his mouth and his dad laughing so hard that he was practillay rolling on the ground....

A Johny and his dog story. Johny Matthews had a lovely old deer hound named Buckshot. He was part beagle and part something else. He lived to chase deer but was too slow to ever catch any.

By the time he got to be 15 years old he had arthritis so bad he could no longer walk. So Johny fixed up a cardboard box with blankets, since its often very cold, in northern Ontario during the last two weeks of November. He set Buckshot in the box.

Then he would take Buckshot by motor boat near to where a deer drive would take place, and leave him wrapped up in blankets in his box in the boat, while every body else went hunting.

It wouldn't usually take long until the young dogs would start to bark and sometimes there would be shooting. There would sit Buckshot wrapped up in blankets in his box unable to even stand up but lifting his head and howling along with the rest of the dogs. Nice to see.


VBR,


Ted Gorsline