Post by HillBillyJeff on Nov 16, 2011 12:18:29 GMT -5
Working midnights tonight, so I figured I had time to do some hunting this morning after 3-11s and still get enough sleep for tonight.
I walk out of the house a little before 6 and walk back to my turkey blind. This isn't my hut, just a small ground blind I put together with cover in front of me so the birds in the field wouldn't see me too well. Figured the brushy hill behind me would help camo me up.
Its light enough to see and at the west end of the pines I'm hunting, about 500 yards away, I see a buck run north to the oak woods I also hunt. A little while later he comes back to the same spot. I was hoping he would come down the field edge to me.
I sit for a while thinking about moving to the stand I have down where that buck was tomorrow morning, when I hear something walking through the brush behind me and to the left. I turn my head and see a buck walking along the hill going east. I gently spin out of my chair and down on my knees in front of the chair.
The deer stops....20 feet in front of me. I fire, and he takes off and jumps the fence over into the extremely brushy neighbors woods. I think I shot a little quick, didn't like the fact I didn't have time to drop the glove over my trigger hand. Not sure the size of the deer as he didn't give me much time to contemplate.
I go to the spot I shot and there's hair on the ground. That's some good news. Then I find blood. More good news. I track 30 yards to the fence row and there in a puddle of blood is some corn. Not good at all. I walk to the house, giving him time to bed down and bleed out.
A little more than an hour later, I fire up the truck and drive back. Go to the fence row and start tracking. He enters about midway down a really steep hill. I am thinking he is heading down the hill into the brushy mess that lies below, but I lose the blood trail. He is going up the hill, over logs, and brush and gushing all kinds of blood. I get to the top of the hill and there he lays. All that and he was just 20 feet on the other side of the fence and an easy downhill drag to the field and the waiting truck.
Shot ripped through the front shoulder, busted ribs, tore a hole in the heart, but never exited. At 20 feet, it should have been a through and through. There was some stomach smell when I gutted him out, but the stomach wasn't shot. The bullet might have veered off after entering the chest and tore some guts somewhere. That would explain the corn.
The things a deer can do on pure adrenaline is amazing. I keep telling myself I am going to wait for rack, but he surprised me almost as much as I surprised him. So its' his fault!! I just can't help the fact that I am a meat hunter first and that I don't shoot does. He will eat well.
Picture time.
A neat perspective that I haven't had before. Caught this guy on trail cam before I shot him.
Here he is the first time I seen him.
Here he is when he came back.
The other cam missed him here, but I am betting he is the one that tripped it cause this is the path they came through. Clock shows 6 till and after I shot him, I looked at my phone and it was 2 past.
Here is a view from where I was across the field to the other woods. If you look in the far right, you can see my other stand.
This is a straight west view. The end is where the first trail cam picked him up. If you noticed my other tree stand in this picture and wonder why I am not up in it, its the one that lightning struck this year.
A view east of my blind. I did step out in the field to take the picture.
Straight north view.
A view of my blind from the north.
A view up the hill south of my stand where I shot the deer.
Heart shot.
My dog has to get involved.
Small 6 pointer, but now I can go back to chasing other critters.
I walk out of the house a little before 6 and walk back to my turkey blind. This isn't my hut, just a small ground blind I put together with cover in front of me so the birds in the field wouldn't see me too well. Figured the brushy hill behind me would help camo me up.
Its light enough to see and at the west end of the pines I'm hunting, about 500 yards away, I see a buck run north to the oak woods I also hunt. A little while later he comes back to the same spot. I was hoping he would come down the field edge to me.
I sit for a while thinking about moving to the stand I have down where that buck was tomorrow morning, when I hear something walking through the brush behind me and to the left. I turn my head and see a buck walking along the hill going east. I gently spin out of my chair and down on my knees in front of the chair.
The deer stops....20 feet in front of me. I fire, and he takes off and jumps the fence over into the extremely brushy neighbors woods. I think I shot a little quick, didn't like the fact I didn't have time to drop the glove over my trigger hand. Not sure the size of the deer as he didn't give me much time to contemplate.
I go to the spot I shot and there's hair on the ground. That's some good news. Then I find blood. More good news. I track 30 yards to the fence row and there in a puddle of blood is some corn. Not good at all. I walk to the house, giving him time to bed down and bleed out.
A little more than an hour later, I fire up the truck and drive back. Go to the fence row and start tracking. He enters about midway down a really steep hill. I am thinking he is heading down the hill into the brushy mess that lies below, but I lose the blood trail. He is going up the hill, over logs, and brush and gushing all kinds of blood. I get to the top of the hill and there he lays. All that and he was just 20 feet on the other side of the fence and an easy downhill drag to the field and the waiting truck.
Shot ripped through the front shoulder, busted ribs, tore a hole in the heart, but never exited. At 20 feet, it should have been a through and through. There was some stomach smell when I gutted him out, but the stomach wasn't shot. The bullet might have veered off after entering the chest and tore some guts somewhere. That would explain the corn.
The things a deer can do on pure adrenaline is amazing. I keep telling myself I am going to wait for rack, but he surprised me almost as much as I surprised him. So its' his fault!! I just can't help the fact that I am a meat hunter first and that I don't shoot does. He will eat well.
Picture time.
A neat perspective that I haven't had before. Caught this guy on trail cam before I shot him.
Here he is the first time I seen him.
Here he is when he came back.
The other cam missed him here, but I am betting he is the one that tripped it cause this is the path they came through. Clock shows 6 till and after I shot him, I looked at my phone and it was 2 past.
Here is a view from where I was across the field to the other woods. If you look in the far right, you can see my other stand.
This is a straight west view. The end is where the first trail cam picked him up. If you noticed my other tree stand in this picture and wonder why I am not up in it, its the one that lightning struck this year.
A view east of my blind. I did step out in the field to take the picture.
Straight north view.
A view of my blind from the north.
A view up the hill south of my stand where I shot the deer.
Heart shot.
My dog has to get involved.
Small 6 pointer, but now I can go back to chasing other critters.
