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11-18-2007, 03:11 PM
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thats a great story stalker!
maybe i was out of line making that rude story up about treehuggers attacking me...
sound like that doe has been widowed manyyy times by you!!
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11-18-2007, 05:13 PM
| | B&C 100 Class | | Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Greenbush, Maine
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I thought I missed.
I once shot a small buck that had passed me at basically what I call point blank range. A doe came pass me first within 10 or 15 feet away from me, with a young buck hot on her tail.
The doe caught me by surprise, and was able to enter the thicket before I could put her in my freezer, but I was ready for the buck. I pull up on his vitals only 10 or 15 feet from me, with my british, and squeezed the trigger. I expected him to drop in his tracks.
He didn't, he was able to make the thicket, which was only a couple of jumps, hot after the doe. I just stood there in amasement, wondering how I could have missed a broadside shot.
I looked for signs of a hit for a half hour, in the small area that was open. I could find no evidence of a hit anywhere.
The buck and the doe was running parallel with a woods road. I decided that even though I could find no evidence of a hit, that I would investigate more. So I headed back out to the road and proceeded in the direction of the deer.
After about 300 yards I heard leaves rustling. I thought maybe it was the deer again. As I watched and listened I couldn't see any deer, up on the hardwood ridge that I was watching, but could hear the rustling leaves.
So after a bit, I decided to proceed up on to the ridge. I hadn't gone maybe a hundred yards or so, and there he was laying in a hole. I grinned and said I knew I couldn't have missed.
As I set there looking at the deer, it dawned on me to follow the blood trail backwards. There was little blood, and I was only able to trace it back about 70 feet or so from the deer.
When I dressed him out I realized he only had bits and pieces of a heart left, there wasn't even enough to bring home to the frying pan.
And the moral of the story is, sometimes we may think that we missed, when in fact we didn't, and should always make absolutely sure.
It's very easy to miss evidence, if that evidence isn't where we believe it ought to be.
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11-18-2007, 09:00 PM
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Well said AJ. good storys by all.
and timberghost i was not making up that story. (didnt know if you knew that or not) my scope really did start vibrating out. i have one of those double gun racks that sits on the front rack of the 4 wheeler.
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11-19-2007, 09:28 AM
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Hey Buck I knew that and I'll never use a gunboot again. It was just weird timing how that happened to me and then see a similar situation that you mentioned. Crazy
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12-20-2007, 07:10 PM
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well lastt year I shot at a bign and missed cause a late drinkin treehugger atackd me with a carot stick and told me that i was a black coffe drinkin hunter and that I was a meenyweeny I think she was with oh yea Pita and Chiken fried stake was here enemy lol
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12-20-2007, 10:16 PM
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chicken fried steak mmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
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12-22-2007, 07:42 PM
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How 'bout, sitting on a wood platform set between four trees... There had been a fifth but I cut it off about 12" from the top of the deck (for a shooting rest) ... deer comes in right in front of me but the way I'm sitting, I had to lift one leg up and over the stump to get into position..... Had pork & beans for dinner the night before. What was that???? A new grunt call??? Maybe a new cover scent????
Mr deers eyes got as big as saucers and before I could do anything, all I saw was a tail flying away from me back into the woods!!!! Can't even think up an excuse for that one, but it's stuff like that that makes each years hunt memorable and just funny at times.
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12-22-2007, 07:51 PM
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haha ha funyy funny funny
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12-23-2007, 12:32 AM
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next time take some beano 
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12-23-2007, 10:10 AM
|  | B&C 160 Class | | Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: East Tennessee
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Well Ya'll ain't gonna believe this but it is true, I swear!
This was sometime back in the early eighties on news year’s day, which used to be the last day of the season. My brother and I took a trip to a place called Jump Off TN, which is up near Buckfever country. After a two-hour drive on paved road an hour and a half in four wheel drive and a forty five minute hike down off the bluffs to the second bench I am ready for daylight to come.
It was an odd morning hunt. The fog would roll in and be so thick you couldn't see the end of your gun barrel then just disappear and you could see forever. After a couple of hours of sittin on a big house sized rock I had to move. I moved down the backside of the rock when the fog came in and went around to the front.
About the time I get to the front of the rock the fog clears and there is a HUGE BUCK walking from left to right about twenty yards away not having a clue I was there. I couldn't believe it, finally some luck, this was far and away the biggest deer I had ever seen dead or alive.
I wait until a big oak tree is between me him and I raise my riffle thinking how easy this was going to be. When he steps out from behind the oak tree I put the iron sight of my 30-30 on the sweet spot and pull the trigger. BOOM! Now remember he isn't but twenty yards away. I remember standing there looking down the barrel of that gun and that huge buck just standing there looking back at me back down the barrel of the gun. What the ...... how could I have missed? After a few minutes he decided I wasn't a threat to him and he resumed his walk. Another big oak between us and I chamber a round. He stops at the sound but can't see me so after awhile he continues.
Now he's even closer I thought I would put it on the neck and drop him, no way to miss. BOOM! Now he's had enough and the biggest buck I have ever seen dead or alive turns straight away and trots off. I'm thinking he has to fall over any time as he disappears down the side of the mountain.
Well in just a minute I hear boom, boom, boom, silence.... then from down off the mountain yelled so loud you could hear it in the next county.... YEEEEE--HAWWWW!
Stunned I just sat there trying to figure out what just happened. As I looked at my riffle I notice that the front V sight had somehow fallen off. All that remained was the two pins that held it on and that is what I was sighting down. I shot just to see where it was hitting and at twenty yards it a foot and a half low.
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