Hunter's Hut's Hunting Stories

New Zealand / Fantasy Island, March 2009 The LONG SHOT

May 7, 2015

​New Zealand / Fantasy Island,  March 2009The LONG SHOTWell we were off on another hunting adventure. The date is March 2009 and my two buddies Dr. Gary Wadsworth and the die hard bow hunter, Dr. Lou Genello and I are headed for New Zealand to hunt with Alpine Hunting New Zealand with Shane Quinn. We will be hunting Red Stag, Chamois, Tahr, and Fallow deer, and what ever might cross our gun site that is legal tender.After a very long flight we landed in New Zealand and were met by my guide for the trip Wayne, a very friendly and likeable fellow. We had a two hour ride back to our camp and one thing becomes apparent right off the bat, New Zealand has millions and millions of domestic sheep. They are virtually everywhere. Ahhh but the scenery and landscape are spectacular. The beautiful mountains are literally endless, it seems there is a mountain peak for every half mile of land. Many times during the hunt I would be sitting on a majestic plateau and just stare at the beautiful...

Christians First Buck

May 7, 2015

​Christians First BuckWell the date is December 3rd 2011 and it will be a day to remember for my grandson Christian Quinn and myself to boot. Hmmm you may ask, what monumental occasion happened to celebrate this date for an eleven-year-old boy? Well to answer this, it will just take four words…..   Christian shot his first Buck.You see on this roller coaster we call life; there are many, many FIRSTS in a young boys life. Naturally there is his first words, probably mama, dada, or monnnney. Or his very first steps as a biped tumbling across the floor. Then….even before his first kiss and first girlfriend comes his first homerun or touchdown or goal. Our life seems to be made up of FIRST times of events that mark some very special days. But you know there is one FIRST that is not decided by age, attempted tries, or any amount of hard work. It is a young or even an old persons FIRST DEER. This is NEVER a gimmie or a given that will happen like a baby’s first tooth. Some people...

Double Trouble Bucks Illinois 2006

May 7, 2015

​Double Trouble Bucks Illinois 2006Well I found myself back in Illinois for 2006 chasing the monster whitetails that this state is noted for. After bagging a 190 class B&C twelve pointer last year, I knew it was going to be a hard act to follow, if not down right impossible. My hunting partner would be my nephew, that die hard hunting machine, the illustrious Dr. Captain Lou. What I didn’t know was that not once but twice, I would be bitten by Murphy and end up with an unexpected deer.We were set up for an eight day hunt, known as the COMBO hunt. This entails eight full days of hunting. Five days archery and three days Muzzle Loader. Let me tell you, if you don’t absolutely LOVE hunting, this is NOT the kind of hunting trip for you! We were up every day at 3:00 AM, we would be dressed, have a light breakfast of cereal or sweet rolls, and in the truck by 4:00 AM. That’s right….God 4:00 AM and delivered at our hunting spot and in our tree stands at the latest by 5:30...

My (WOW) Wall of Whitetails

May 7, 2015

​#1 My very First Eight Point Buck. Very top Left hand corner in picture.Well it’s cold as a witch’s heart outside and the snow is flying, and I am sitting in my trophy room just gathering a few memories off the walls. So it came to me that I thought I would share a few hunting memories about my (WOW)…aka.. Wall of Whitetails. You know people keep all kind of trophies when it comes to hunting, ahhhh but wall hangers, now that’s a different story. So my Wall of Whitetails may not be the biggest and the best of the breed, but every one has a special place burned into my subconscious memory. All I have to do is look at my wall, and poof… it seems like it was only yesterday that I was in that beautiful autumn woods, or took that very long shot, and finally marveled at the beautiful animal at me feet. So with 30 mounts or so in my trophy room, it’s starting to push the limits of space that I have left. So it is only fitting that I dedicated a good size portion of my wall...

The Black Bull Giraffe of Dingwall

April 28, 2015

​The Black Bull Giraffe of DingwallTaken in Zimbabwe June 2004By James C. PetrielloThis was the beginning of my second Safari to the Dark Continent. It was two years since I have hunted Africa and the wait was finally over. Ever since I set foot on that mysterious land it had a hold on me, when it was time to leave, I left a little part of my soul over there, never to be reunited until I return. This time, I was taking my wife Mem as an observer…. She kept on saying… am I sure I want to do this??? I kept on reassuring her that this would be the trip of a lifetime, and it was.I would be hunting Zimbabwe on a 12 day Leopard hunt with a mixed bag of plains game included. I also had a guarantee built into my hunt package; if I didn’t take a leopard a $2500 refund would be given. I didn’t know it at this time but this was going to be the deciding factor for me taking a 42 in. Sable.We made our flight on the crunch buss oops I mean air buss from the states to Bulawayo without...

Dream Cape Buffalo

April 28, 2015

​Dream Cape Buffalo, 46 in. taken in Tanzaniain the Selous Game Reserve August 28, 2002It actually started with a seven day Buff Hunt scheduled in Tanzania in the famous Selous Game Reserve. My Hunting Outfitter was Safari Trackers, and my PH was a young Zimbabwean named Zayne Van Der Merwe. At the ripe old age of 24 he had all ready been on kills of well over 70 Buff. The day before I shot my Big Boy, on Thursday, we were hunting Buff at a place called Borderline Road. That afternoon we spotted four Buffs crossing the road about 100 yards away moving at a pretty good clip. Now what I didn’t know about borderline road was, on the left-hand side it was considered a buffer zone… AKA meaning that I couldn’t shoot in that area. Leave it to me, hunting in excess of 2.2 million acres in two blocks in the Selous, I find Buffalo in an area I can’t shoot. Taking a fast look at the headgear my PH decided that there was a bigun in there that was worth chasing and turning them...

My 190 GS Boone &Crockett BOONER

April 28, 2015

Taken November 19, 2005 in Southern IllinoisBy James C. (Booner) PetrielloI was born in a blue collar hard working little community called Bunker Hill in Dunmore PA. And like every red blooded guy in the neighborhood, we each had our very own individual nickname. It so happens mine came about because I was always in the woods up behind our house, affectionately also called the tracks….my parents would say what can you possibly be doing all day up the tracks? If they really knew they would probably have had a heart attack..Surrounded by friends and family with nicknames like Buzzy, Fuzzy, Hambone, Mashy, Eli May, Squirrel and Goose, I think mine was at least a bit more normal…LOL The guys I used to pal around would say, Jim is in the woods so much he’s just like Daniel Boone….. SOoooo AKA Daniel Boone became Boone or Booner for short.  So for the past 45 years or so of my life I am still Booner to most of my boyhood chums.I have had the opportunity to hunt outside of PA on...