B&C 100 Class
Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Greenbush, Maine
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.