Primitive Archer
Main Discussion Area => Cave Men only "Oooga Booga" => Topic started by: richpierce on April 27, 2009, 05:58:35 pm
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Saturday I was gathering chert in a dry streambed 25-30 yards wide. I was working an area with willows and was banging away on rocks, testing some pieces, removing rind, etc. I heard a chirring sound from the wooded bank which sounded like 2 animals fighting. Then a big woodchuck ran out into the hot sun and stopped about 35 yards away in the middle of the streambed. I stood up and looked at him. He looked at me. I picked up a rock and chucked it at him, missing him by 10 feet. He didn't blink. I chucked another rock and missed by 6 feet. He held his ground, motionless. Maybe he thought that if he didn't move, I wouldn't see him. Then I remembered I want a chuck hide to make a bowstring. So I got 2 fist sized rocks and started walking toward him, smoothly and slowly. At 10 yards he started to run. I headed him off and stunned him with one rock, then brained him with the other. I skinned him cased with a sharp flake. They have tough hides but the flake worked better than a semi-sharp steel knife.
Overall I was surprised to find a chuck run out into a big flat rocky sunny area. Maybe he'd been fighting with momma or something and just needed to get away. Then I was surprised to hit him solidly with the first rock. Seems like instincts took over.
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wow wish i had a rock kill under my belt. i only ever finished off a turkey with a rock and chased down an armadillo. sounds like you are a true caveman....ooga booga good incentive for the ol' lady to behave huh?
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thats primitive.
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Great story! They actually make a good meal, especially young of the year. Nice throw too. When I was in my teens scouting for deer I stumbled upon one and headed him off with a whirling hammer to the head. Pure luck
Tracy
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That's cool!
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;D Sounds like fun! I've never killed one with a rock but I have stomped one to death once. Along with numerous opossums.....Have I ever mentioned I don't like possums? >:D
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Thats pretty funny. Yea i hate opposums too i got one with a pitchfork once ---it was either me or him.
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Neat kill. Groundhogs can be pretty stunned sometimes. Living on a farm they were an undesirable animal to have around
When I was about 12 years old I was out with a couple guys at a provincial park, it was a school outing. There was a whippoorwill sitting on a wooden fence about 30' away. I bragged to the guys that I could hit him with a rock, killed him with the first one. I never threw another rock at something I didn't really want to kill again
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thats some good throwing there rich ;)
Mark yo sound like opie taylor in that one episode of the andy griffith show
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too cool. did ya eat em. they are excellent over coals
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That's a good hunt.Good hide and good meat. Frank
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Another suicide by Oooga Booga... >:D The Viagra quit working and all his friends were calling him Woody behind his back... :o
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;D Sounds like fun! I've never killed one with a rock but I have stomped one to death once. Along with numerous opossums.....Have I ever mentioned I don't like possums? >:D
I have scarred several "city boys" at work with my possum killing boot of death. You would be supprised at how far a well kicked possum will fly.
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Rich, good rock chunkin'
I know this story might be a little hard to believe. I find it difficult to believe and I was there.
Fall before last I stepped out of the house in the evening to see a bunny sitting in the yard next to the tall weeds. I needed another rabbit for my burgoo recipe that I'd planned to cook for my friends on our annual hunting trip. I went inside, grabbing my .22. Off handed I layed to crosshairs on the bunny and pulled the trigger. I thought I heard thump of the bullet, but the rabbit leaped into the weed. I rushed over to where he entered the thickness. He was sitting 10 yards away. Good I can finish off this wounded creature. Snap, I was out of ammo. I hate losing a wounded animal.
I laid the rifle down and started the chase. When I couldn't see him, I would listen, then run, jump, chase some more. When I couldn't hear him, I'd stalk to where the last sounds were and try to anticipate his direction. He would jump again and the chase was on. Finally, I saw him sitting about 15 yards away. I stalked with 4 ft. and pounced. The wiggley creature escaped my grip, jumping across my lap in his retreat. I chased and stalked. After all, I had wounded him. It was my duty as a hunter to finish the job.
I caught up to him, again. I stalked withing 3 ft. Since grabbing him hadn't worked, I decided to smack him on the head with the palm of my hand. That worked. When I examined the rabbit, there was NO bullet hole in him. I had ran down a healthy adult rabbit. Stunned, I walked the 1/2 mile back to the house.
I kicked out emails to my hunting buddies about this hunt. They congradulated me on my prowess, but there was a justifiable note of skepticism in the tone of there replies.
A month later, we're all at the cabin for our annual quail hunting trip. My bird dogs don't pay much attention to rabbits when they're working. They may chase one for 40 or 50 yards, but they come back when I call them off and concentrate on birds. They'll even retrieve a rabbit. But, then it's back to business. So, I don't mind shooting rabbits around them.
Well, a rabbit jumps up. I swing through and shoot just as it reaches a big patch of blackberry briar and other assorted brambles that are head high and taller. I check where the rabbit entered the thicket. There were a couple bunny hairs where I had shot. So, I've got to retrieve my game.
I step into the briars and the rabbit jumps. I shouldered my double 20 but couldn't get on him. I laid the shotgun down. The chase was on. I was high stepping like a Tennessee Walker. Forty yards later I had cut the distance to 6 feet. I dove at the rabbit catching him by a hind leg. There was squeal just before a karate chop to the back of the neck ended the race.
I made my way out of the briar, bleeding but holding my rabbit. My friends we're standing there with open mouths. I handed H, who loves rabbits, but doesn't get to hunt them much, the bunny. He laughed, "Dave, I had a hard time believing your story about running down a rabbit, but I just watched you do it. So, I apologize." This rabbit had 3 pellets in one hind leg.
I was 47 at the time. Could I do this again? I doubt it. But, next season if I think I have a wounded rabbit that's escaping, I'll sure give it a try. And, I'll offer up a thanks to the great spirit, as I did before, for giving me the swiftness of feet to complete my roll as a hunter.
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That's a great story and now I am going to have to try it sometime. I do believe it is possible to run down game if one can keep them from going to ground or up a tree, etc. I've run down coons before.
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One morning some years ago, I heard the dogs carrying on out by the big maple.. Went to see what they had treed.. There was a young woodchuck - about 8-9 lbs - laying as flat as it could, on a limb about 10' off the ground. Cahined the dogs, put water & food at the bottom of the tree.. He wouldn't leave until I took the dogs to the barn & chained them there.. 2 days later. I'll bet s/he was one hungry chuck! I grew up in the country - never heard of a woodchuck climbing a tree. Wouldn'ta been sporting to kill it, but they are good eating.
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hedgeapple, that was an awsome storry.
im sixteen and a football player and im pretty sure i cant do that.
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;D Sounds like fun! I've never killed one with a rock but I have stomped one to death once. Along with numerous opossums.....Have I ever mentioned I don't like possums? >:D
I remember when I was a kid the first time I saw a possum I thought it was a giant rat, freaked me out a bit. They are nasty critters.
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Recurve, I hate wounding an animal then losing it. It probably was so much my speed (the rabit was most likely laughing at this old fart jumping through the briar) as it was my determination.
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A friend of mine used to kill wooodchucks with pocket knives alll the time, he would get between the hole and the hog and run it down (they arent very fast) and stab it with a knife or hit it with a rock, I shot one when I was 7 with a red rider about 10 feet away in a tree, I shot it about 60 times then he fell and i hit it with a stick.
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rocks? thats cool. got ant pics. like to see that.
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My buddies and I used to have a honey hole for crappie we'd fish every spring when they'd come up the creek to spawn.There was an old bridge bed the fish would stack up on that consisted of good size gravel and rocks.The fish had slowed down for a while and we start seeing all these coots around and noticed how they'd get up and "walk on water",when one of us would get to near them.After a spell,somebody would always chunk a rock at one as he skittered by.That one day I threw but 2 rocks,but downed and killed "graveyard dead" 2 coots at about 25 ft. as they flew by.I'd never done it before and had'nt done it since,and had'nt thought of it before this thread. Thanks for jarring an old memory. God Bless