Post by futuredoc on Nov 16, 2010 10:32:15 GMT -5
I don't see a thread in here about this deer, so I'm going to tell this story and post a picture when I get home of a pretty 115ish 8 pointer that I shot on Ft. Harrison yesterday that was essentially stolen from me.
Here goes:
I shot a pretty buck, a little back, yesterday at 11:15am. I knew the shot was back, but wasnt sure how far, the buck ran across the ravine I was hunting; I saw him stumble on the opposite hill and then trot, head down, tail between legs, a little further before I lost sight of him. I decided to wait a couple of hours and then check my arrow for shot placement confirmation. at about 1pm I saw a fellow on the other ridge walking toward where the deer ran. In despiration, I got out of the tree as quick as possible and attempted to inercept the fellow before he had a chance to spook the wounded buck, or at least the area I thought the buck was in.
When I got to where I'd lost sight of the hunter and the buck, I saw another hunter walking down the ridge. he approached me and asked if I'd shot a nice 8 point. I said I did, and he told me the buck bedded down 40 yards from his stand and looked like it was going to expire; however, it saw him and stood, stumbling further down the ridge. He said "I tried to anchor him" with another shot to slow him down for you, but I hit him back as well and he went down the hill and crossed the creek. He said the deer looked like it was hurt pretty bad and is probably dead at this point.
I walked back to my tree to collect my things and took up the trail. I followed a walking pace blood trail, tons of blood on the ground from where I shot the deer past this fellows stand to the creek where the deer crossed. There was blood on leaves floating on the water. At this point, I saw a fellow down the creek about 70 yards smoking a cigarette. I asked had he seen a buck cross the creek and he denied seeing anything. I crossed the creek and found a spot of blood after about 15 minutes of searching. i should say that this creek was shallow but roughly 20 yards across, and we were not allowed to hunt on the opposite side. the fellow was watching me track from the opposite side of the creek. When i found the blood he must have seen the change in my tracking pattern and he said "I just drug a buck out of over there that I gut shot." He said he'd tracked for an hour and found it. I looked back across the creek at the fellow and from my new angle across the creek I could see a buck laying next to him. I thought immediately that this was my deer and walked down to the edge of the water to get a better look. I asked how big it was and he said a 6 point. I said ok, not mine then and went back to tracking. After half an hour of no sign at 240pm I decided I'd better come back the next day was we were supposed to leave at 4pm from the park. When I crossed back across the creek there were now 2 men field dressing the deer. I got to the side of the deer and saw that it indeed was a nice 8 pointer. I immediately recognized a 4 blade slit, from my slick tricks back on the side of the deer. just forward and low was a small three blade hole compatible with the other fellows sonic broadheads he was shooting.
At this point I told the fellow "are you sure this is your deer" because I'm positive that this is the buck I shot. The conversation deteriorated from this point. I asked where the hole he put in the deer was and his friend flipped the buck over the other side. There was a 2", roughly v shaped jagged hole about 2" away from my entry hole on the buck. The edges were ragged and almost looked like blunt force trauma, certainly they were not edematous and looked post-mortem compared to the other two surgical incision holes made by my head and the other fellows.
To shorten this story, these two clowns weren't about to give this buck to me, no matter how much I reasoned that this could not be his buck. I asked could I have the cape and antlers atleast and the fellow said he was going to mount the buck. I asked could I atleast take a pic with my phone and he allowed me to do this.
I will post the picture with this fellows face later today. If you guys know him, then at least he will not get the satisfaction of telling his bs story.
I'm telling the truth to my full knowledge, but I still have a hard time believing that such a low life would walk in the deer woods. I truly hope that this fellow believes this to be his deer and he didn't truly confabulate this entire story, but I really think he is of low moral standard. Unfortunately my life and career are too important to me to get into any sort of physical altercation with two hillbillies with knives 500 yards back in the woods.
thanks for listening,
Kendall
Here goes:
I shot a pretty buck, a little back, yesterday at 11:15am. I knew the shot was back, but wasnt sure how far, the buck ran across the ravine I was hunting; I saw him stumble on the opposite hill and then trot, head down, tail between legs, a little further before I lost sight of him. I decided to wait a couple of hours and then check my arrow for shot placement confirmation. at about 1pm I saw a fellow on the other ridge walking toward where the deer ran. In despiration, I got out of the tree as quick as possible and attempted to inercept the fellow before he had a chance to spook the wounded buck, or at least the area I thought the buck was in.
When I got to where I'd lost sight of the hunter and the buck, I saw another hunter walking down the ridge. he approached me and asked if I'd shot a nice 8 point. I said I did, and he told me the buck bedded down 40 yards from his stand and looked like it was going to expire; however, it saw him and stood, stumbling further down the ridge. He said "I tried to anchor him" with another shot to slow him down for you, but I hit him back as well and he went down the hill and crossed the creek. He said the deer looked like it was hurt pretty bad and is probably dead at this point.
I walked back to my tree to collect my things and took up the trail. I followed a walking pace blood trail, tons of blood on the ground from where I shot the deer past this fellows stand to the creek where the deer crossed. There was blood on leaves floating on the water. At this point, I saw a fellow down the creek about 70 yards smoking a cigarette. I asked had he seen a buck cross the creek and he denied seeing anything. I crossed the creek and found a spot of blood after about 15 minutes of searching. i should say that this creek was shallow but roughly 20 yards across, and we were not allowed to hunt on the opposite side. the fellow was watching me track from the opposite side of the creek. When i found the blood he must have seen the change in my tracking pattern and he said "I just drug a buck out of over there that I gut shot." He said he'd tracked for an hour and found it. I looked back across the creek at the fellow and from my new angle across the creek I could see a buck laying next to him. I thought immediately that this was my deer and walked down to the edge of the water to get a better look. I asked how big it was and he said a 6 point. I said ok, not mine then and went back to tracking. After half an hour of no sign at 240pm I decided I'd better come back the next day was we were supposed to leave at 4pm from the park. When I crossed back across the creek there were now 2 men field dressing the deer. I got to the side of the deer and saw that it indeed was a nice 8 pointer. I immediately recognized a 4 blade slit, from my slick tricks back on the side of the deer. just forward and low was a small three blade hole compatible with the other fellows sonic broadheads he was shooting.
At this point I told the fellow "are you sure this is your deer" because I'm positive that this is the buck I shot. The conversation deteriorated from this point. I asked where the hole he put in the deer was and his friend flipped the buck over the other side. There was a 2", roughly v shaped jagged hole about 2" away from my entry hole on the buck. The edges were ragged and almost looked like blunt force trauma, certainly they were not edematous and looked post-mortem compared to the other two surgical incision holes made by my head and the other fellows.
To shorten this story, these two clowns weren't about to give this buck to me, no matter how much I reasoned that this could not be his buck. I asked could I have the cape and antlers atleast and the fellow said he was going to mount the buck. I asked could I atleast take a pic with my phone and he allowed me to do this.
I will post the picture with this fellows face later today. If you guys know him, then at least he will not get the satisfaction of telling his bs story.
I'm telling the truth to my full knowledge, but I still have a hard time believing that such a low life would walk in the deer woods. I truly hope that this fellow believes this to be his deer and he didn't truly confabulate this entire story, but I really think he is of low moral standard. Unfortunately my life and career are too important to me to get into any sort of physical altercation with two hillbillies with knives 500 yards back in the woods.
thanks for listening,
Kendall
