Post by Houndmomma on Sept 5, 2009 8:42:04 GMT -5
Hey Johnny: Did you hear about this??? This is from one of my other favorite sites:
Well, there is no board for buffalo hunting, so I posted it here...
This is a memorable story that I will cherish forever...
Last year I had my family in Georgia over the Thanksgiving holidays. My son was 9 at the time and had previously killed a couple of nice 8 points from florida and a nice 6 earlier in the week in georgia. He loves to hunt and will go anytime he is out of school. He lives to hunt and fish. The property we were leasing had a couple of old fields on it that had not been planted in years and were grown up with tall sedge grass. There were scattered small (20x20 YD woodlots). The bucks were rutting hard and we decided to sit on the ground in one of the woodlots for the afternoon hunt. We were using my Browning Micro Bolt in .270 WSM and I had already noted (I kiled a nice 8 earlier in the week as well) that the bullets I was using were crap that were coming apart on impact and not staying together at all. The field bordered up to a large clear cut on the south end that was not our property. We saw several deer before dark and just as light was starting to fade, a 4- wheeler cranked up on the clearcut and we could see the headlights coming down the property line approximately 3-400 yards away. There was a road that left our property and went out into the clearcut. The road crossed about 20 yards in front of me and my son. As the 4-wheeler came near the road, I noticed a large black object running directly towards us, coming up the road from the clearcut. Trey (my son) initially said here comes a big hog. As it got closer and closer and you could hear it running, I knew it was not a hog. About that time, we both realized it was a buffalo. It was getting closer and closer and running fast and very loud. I told Trey to not be scared as it would run down the road in front of us and keep going..
Not exactly... We had been sitting against a tree in the small woodlot which had a few hardwood trees in it, maybe 8 inches in diameter. Trey was on one end (15 yards away at most away from me) watching a foodplot about 200 yards away and I was sitting on the other end watching a woodsline. As it got close to prime time, we had both crawled out away from the woodlot and up on a hill in the field with nothing but sagebrush around us. We were sitting together. The buffalo was running towards us along the road and suddenly veered left directly into the woodlot we had been sitting in and were currently only 20 yards away from. He crashed into the trees and went directly to where Trey had been sitting only minutes earlier and started snorting, pawing the ground and hooking trees. it was obvious he could smell where Trey had been and was angry. I had the gun on him the entire time as he circled us multiple times, pawing and snorting. I just knew I was about to have to shoot him at any moment. He finally worked his way back out to the road in front of us as it got too dark to see him, even through the Nikon. Trey was shaking and telling me he was gonna pee his pants.. After I could not longer tell where he was, but could hear him. I told Trey to run to one of the trees in the woodlot. As he took off, I heard the buffalo running again. Initially, I could not tell where he was going and stood up to try and find him in the scope. I finally heard him breaking some trees as he got further and further away. As soon as he left we saw headlights coming down the road to pick us up. At that point Trey thought it was cool and was excited.. he was not quite so brave before the headlights came over the hill. My dad was picking us up and was the first person Trey got to tell his story to...
We picked up my uncle on the way out, he was in a stand 1/2 a mile away. When Trey told him that he would never believe what we saw, he replied by saying he wasn't sure but he sure heard it. It ran by him in the dark after he had gotten down from the stand and he guessed it was a horse...
We found out a few weeks later that a whole herd had eacaped from about ten miles away when they swam the Chattahoochee river. This bull buffalo was the last one. They had caught all of the others from horseback but this one had gored several of their horses and was extremely aggressive. They finally shot him several weeks later as he was just too aggressive to re-capture.
It is a memory my son and I will have for a lifetime. He loves to tell people about the day he went buffalo hunting in Georgia....
Well, there is no board for buffalo hunting, so I posted it here...
This is a memorable story that I will cherish forever...
Last year I had my family in Georgia over the Thanksgiving holidays. My son was 9 at the time and had previously killed a couple of nice 8 points from florida and a nice 6 earlier in the week in georgia. He loves to hunt and will go anytime he is out of school. He lives to hunt and fish. The property we were leasing had a couple of old fields on it that had not been planted in years and were grown up with tall sedge grass. There were scattered small (20x20 YD woodlots). The bucks were rutting hard and we decided to sit on the ground in one of the woodlots for the afternoon hunt. We were using my Browning Micro Bolt in .270 WSM and I had already noted (I kiled a nice 8 earlier in the week as well) that the bullets I was using were crap that were coming apart on impact and not staying together at all. The field bordered up to a large clear cut on the south end that was not our property. We saw several deer before dark and just as light was starting to fade, a 4- wheeler cranked up on the clearcut and we could see the headlights coming down the property line approximately 3-400 yards away. There was a road that left our property and went out into the clearcut. The road crossed about 20 yards in front of me and my son. As the 4-wheeler came near the road, I noticed a large black object running directly towards us, coming up the road from the clearcut. Trey (my son) initially said here comes a big hog. As it got closer and closer and you could hear it running, I knew it was not a hog. About that time, we both realized it was a buffalo. It was getting closer and closer and running fast and very loud. I told Trey to not be scared as it would run down the road in front of us and keep going..
Not exactly... We had been sitting against a tree in the small woodlot which had a few hardwood trees in it, maybe 8 inches in diameter. Trey was on one end (15 yards away at most away from me) watching a foodplot about 200 yards away and I was sitting on the other end watching a woodsline. As it got close to prime time, we had both crawled out away from the woodlot and up on a hill in the field with nothing but sagebrush around us. We were sitting together. The buffalo was running towards us along the road and suddenly veered left directly into the woodlot we had been sitting in and were currently only 20 yards away from. He crashed into the trees and went directly to where Trey had been sitting only minutes earlier and started snorting, pawing the ground and hooking trees. it was obvious he could smell where Trey had been and was angry. I had the gun on him the entire time as he circled us multiple times, pawing and snorting. I just knew I was about to have to shoot him at any moment. He finally worked his way back out to the road in front of us as it got too dark to see him, even through the Nikon. Trey was shaking and telling me he was gonna pee his pants.. After I could not longer tell where he was, but could hear him. I told Trey to run to one of the trees in the woodlot. As he took off, I heard the buffalo running again. Initially, I could not tell where he was going and stood up to try and find him in the scope. I finally heard him breaking some trees as he got further and further away. As soon as he left we saw headlights coming down the road to pick us up. At that point Trey thought it was cool and was excited.. he was not quite so brave before the headlights came over the hill. My dad was picking us up and was the first person Trey got to tell his story to...
We picked up my uncle on the way out, he was in a stand 1/2 a mile away. When Trey told him that he would never believe what we saw, he replied by saying he wasn't sure but he sure heard it. It ran by him in the dark after he had gotten down from the stand and he guessed it was a horse...
We found out a few weeks later that a whole herd had eacaped from about ten miles away when they swam the Chattahoochee river. This bull buffalo was the last one. They had caught all of the others from horseback but this one had gored several of their horses and was extremely aggressive. They finally shot him several weeks later as he was just too aggressive to re-capture.
It is a memory my son and I will have for a lifetime. He loves to tell people about the day he went buffalo hunting in Georgia....
