So since it's pouring here , it's a good time to reminisce over some old time hunting adventures from your past...here are a few of mine, and if you have pictures, post them.
Tall Rack 8 pointer:
Had a shot at him downhill from a high ridge, he was with a group of does and crossed a stream and was standing still for a few moments. I put the crosshairs on him and squeezed off a shot.
It was a quartering shot, down hill and I must have just nicked the brisket...he took off, and I tracked him all afternoon and even jumped him out of a bed. Very little blood. I was really disgusted, and went out in the next morning sitting on the ridge overlooking swamp and hardwoods. I see a deer out about 100 yds going around the perimeter, I grunted and he came in for a good broadside shot at 65 yds. It was the same buck, and sure enough grazed him in the brisket.
Was hunting across a stream in thick woods and about 4:15 a buck comes down off the ridge above where other hunters are hunting. I see an open spot out where he should enter into out at about 60yds away...I put the scope there and when he gets to the spot I give a mouth grunt and he stops long enough to make a shot. He jumps , turns around and starts back up the ridge! I figured I better get over there right away, because it would be getting dark and he might run all the way back up by other hunters. I get over there, and see where I hit him, a patch of hair and dug up leaves from him jumping... I follow up the hill about 20 yds and there he is laying on his side! All I could do was think "Amazing" and Thank God after counting the points! Now to get him out of there and across the fairly large stream. I called my BIL, and he came and helped me...I gave him my hip boots and I just got wet with regular boots (who cares at that point)? We had a whale of a time getting him up to my SUV with the rack on the back. Taxidermist said a good thing you didnt ruin the cape, you'd be paying big time for a new one.