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Bowsniper Jr.

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About Bowsniper Jr.

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  • Birthday 03/28/2000

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    By a Cactus, AZ
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    As long as I'm in the great outdoors, I'm a happy camper.

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  1. Bowsniper Jr.

    2nd archery coues

    Sorry about the long read, I like to write. At about o'dark thirty, my dad (Bowsniper) and I stumbled out of the camper and started tromping on over to our coues spot. Once we finally got there and set up, we started to take turns taking naps. At about midmorning a couple of forkies finally came by. But the dang rude deer just wouldn't give me a shot. So they just putz around, munchin on an acorn here and there, all the while with their butts facing me. Then they just kinda stumbled off. Geez, the nerve of some deer. So we just sat there the rest of the day, only seeing a doe every now and then. Maybe I'll have better luck tommorow. So we changed spots, hoping to have better luck than yesterday. We got in the blind and all set up right when it started getting light. This one doe comes by, and I just berely move my head to get a better look at her, and she looks straight at me. It was almost like she could see through the netting and into the blind. She was looking straight at me and into my eyes, almost like she was looking in my soul. It was creepy. Now she's not just peeking in my soul, but she starts stomping her foot while she stands there. Then she starts wheezing. That woke my dad up. So now she is stomping and wheezing, almost like to a beat, all the while giving me a cold, hard, death stare. Then she sprints, stops, looks back at me with those cold eyes, and then trots off. Ok, a doe that acts like a 100' coues buck while some does don't even run away when you unzip a blind and stand up. I guess different deer have different personalities. Anyway, at about midmorning, these three bucks come by. One is a 3 by 2, and the other two are forkies (all with eyeguards). One forky was slightly bigger than the other, but the smaller one was a lot prettier. Right when they come by the 3 by 2 presents me a shot at 20 yards. I was accurate out to 20 yards, but that was target practice, it's alot different on the hunt when your knees are jumping up and down with your heart jumping out of your throat. I didn't feel like I would make a very good shot, so i passed. Just like the day before, they just putzed around for about 15 min while I was just trying to take deep breaths. Finally, the pretty forky gives me a shot, and I take it. Whoosh, and he's gone. At first I thought that the shot was too far back, but when we see the blood trail, we start to think that I might have clipped a lung. When my dad sees all this blood on the side of a tree, from about 15 or 20 yards away from where I shot him, he says "He's dead, I just know it." And my dad was right, about 100 yards away, my buck is laying under a tree with half an arrow sticking out of him. So it turns out that it was a far back shot, but since he was quartering away (which I didn't notice at the time), the arrow sliced up his liver and went right into his lung. Sure there was a lot of blood, but it started to get sparser at the end, and we might not have found him without that string tracker, that thing is awesome. So thats the story of my second archery buck. Thanks for reading! - Bowsniper Jr.
  2. Bowsniper Jr.

    Big Cat, 3 Greys & a Coyote

    awesome video! that scared the heck out of me when you shot that last fox. i thought you were gonna wait a little longer when BAM! dead fox thanks for sharing
  3. Bowsniper Jr.

    SCI youth hunt in Texas

    Congrats Kolin on your first big game animal!
  4. Bowsniper Jr.

    My Ram

    Yeah troy boy!
  5. Bowsniper Jr.

    First Squirrel with a bow

    Way to go Collin!!!!!!!! You the man!!!!!! When I grow up, I wanna be like you!!!!!
  6. Bowsniper Jr.

    My boys got it done in Africa

    WOW!!!!! Very nice. That wildebeast is huge!!!
  7. Bowsniper Jr.

    Kade's first antelope!

    Nice!!!!
  8. Bowsniper Jr.

    Finally, my first pheasant!!!

    On Friday, my dad signed me out of school early to go pheasant hunting. He put "Hunting" in the reason for sign out. We picked up my brother Troy (kidbowhunter) and hit the road to Yuma to meet up with our good friends Matthew and Ernesto. As soon as we got to Yuma we went to see if we could get some pheasants. We saw a big one out in the middle of an open field, but since it was in the open, there was no cover to sneak up on it. So we went to look for some more. We saw more, but I didn't get a shot. The next morning, we saw the same pheasant in the same open field. This time, we chased it into a nearby cotton field. We scared it up, but I missed. We saw others that morning, but I didn't get a shot. We went back in the afternoon to hunt again. About a half hour before dark, we found another rooster. This one was also in an wide open field on top of a berm. My dad said, "unhuntable!" Dad was WRONG! The bird moved to one side of a two foot berm. We were able to sneak in on the other side. He jumped up like a helicopter and took off 20 yards in front of us. My shotgun was already up, I whacked him, and he was dead before he hit the ground! Special thanks to Matthew (Matthewp45) and Ernesto (Ernesto C) for guiding me and taking care of us for the whole weekend. I could not have done it without you! Thanks for reading! -Bowsniper Jr.
  9. Bowsniper Jr.

    2011 buck

    Nice buck!!!!!!
  10. Bowsniper Jr.

    My First Buck!

    Hello, my name is Daniel and I am 11 years old. I just got my first buck yesterday and here is the story. We got up at 4 o’clock in the morning and hiked into our blind. We saw lots of does and a few bucks but didn’t get a shot. Even though I didn’t get a shot on a buck on the first day, I saw more deer than ever before. It was cool to see what they actually do. The next day we got up at 4 again and hiked down to the blind. Some does passed by. But then, some does and a buck came. This buck kept going in and out of range. Finally, he stopped and looked around within ten yards of our blind. Woosh! I hit him right in the spot I wanted. Then he started hauling down the side of the hill. We saw my arrow on the ground behind where the buck had stood. Soon we found out, my arrow had gone through the buck with the string tracker still tied on it. (A string tracker is a really tough string that you tie on your arrow so you can follow the string to your animal, I highly recommend it especially with archery turkey.) We didn’t go tracking right away because if it was still alive and just bedded down we could scare it and it could possibly go on a death march. So we hiked back up to the truck, had lunch, and an hour later started tracking. The string tracker led us right to where he piled up. Of course, he ran down the steepest hill around. Some people say that wounded deer run downhill because it is easier for them. But I think they do that just so you have to carry them back up. He had run two or three hundred yards. As we later found out, I had double lunged him. How he was able to run that distance with both of his lungs punctured while pulling a couple hundred yards of string tracker through his lungs I will never know. I had hit him a little high so there wasn’t a very good blood trail. Thank the Lord for the string tracker, and I mean it! Thanks for reading! -Bowsniper Jr.
  11. Bowsniper Jr.

    A pic from my turkey cel cam

    Good spot, that's the blind. We had a good day, here is the last picture from the cell cam. You can read the story at: http://forums.coueswhitetail.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=24742 Mark
  12. Bowsniper Jr.

    My First Archery Turkey!!

    Last Friday night my dad (bowsniper) and I drove up to 6A after school for my turkey hunt. I was using my bow and my dad had warned me that it would be hard so, we also brought along the shotgun just in case (originally I had gotten drawn for a shotgun turkey but I decided to use my bow). When we almost got into the forest, my dad realized that he forgot the chairs for the blind! So, we went back into Camp Verde to try and find some cheap lawn chairs. Instead, we found some 20 dollar chairs. My dad was desperate, so he bought them. Now we could hit the road again. Then, we found a place to camp by our spot and hit the hay. In the morning we got up early and packed up for a day in the blind. That’s the only thing I don’t like about hunting, getting up early. Once we got into our blind by a water hole, we got comfortable and prepared for a long day in the blind. It didn’t take that long, we didn’t even get to eat lunch! About 9 o’clock, this gobbler came walking by. When he stopped, I drew and then released. I hit him mid body and the arrow stayed in him. The gobbler took off running. Luckily we had a string tracker. Without that string tracker we never would have found my turkey. String tracker is something that attaches to the end of your stabilizer. It holds about 800 yards of 17 lb test sting. First, you take the broad head off of your arrow and tie the beginning of the string there, and screw your broad head back on and you are ready to go. Anyway, the turkey took off running and the string went flying out. Soon, the string stopped going out. We waited 10 minutes, and then started following the string. Every two steps we took, my dad used his binoculars and glassed for the turkey. Eventually, we got close to him, except we didn’t know it. As soon as we heard him flapping, we ducked down. The turkey limped off as fast as he could, which wasn’t very fast. We could see that he was badly wounded and couldn’t fly. We waited 20 more minutes and then we heard really, really hard flapping. My dad thought that the turkey was on a death march and getting away, so he took off. I was going slower and examining more for the turkey, and then I saw it, a big old tom lying dead. My dad had sped past him so I said ‘Dad, there’s a turkey lying right there’. Funny moment! His beard was 9 3/4 inch long and his spurs were 3/4 inch each. Thanks reading! Daniel
  13. Bowsniper Jr.

    when did you shoot your first big game animal

    I am ten years old and I just got my first big game animal, which was a turkey. -Bowsniper Jr. :lol:
  14. Bowsniper Jr.

    My First Turkey!!!

    Hello everyone! My name is Daniel (Bowsniper Jr.), son of Bowsniper, brother of Kidbowhunter. I just turned 10 years old. I have been hunting small game, until Friday when I went on my first big game hunt . I had a youth tag for Turkey. We drove Thursday night to 6a and camped. My dad lets me miss school sometimes because my grades are good. We got up at 4am and hiked into the forest. We saw 10 hens, but not even a jake with them. All of a sudden, a gobbler snuck up behind us and let out a screaming gobble!! It scared us out of our skins!! Then he walked around to the front of us, and I BLASTED him with my 20 gauge! I named him Bob. My dad measured Bob's beard at 9 inches and his spurs at 1/4" each. :lol: I am so grateful that God blessed me with this great turkey! Thanks for reading my story, Bowsniper Jr.
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