Post by Brithunter on Dec 4, 2003 8:30:02 GMT -5
Hi All,
Steven drops me some yards back from the entrance before driving down near it so he can go in closer to the road and hopefully move any Deer down there back my way, also any that sneak past me will be heading in Stuarts direction, likewise any that I move out as I move in are likely to go towards Stuart in his patch of woods by the Corn pocket where Steven shot his Buck. The easiest way I found to get through the barbed wire fence by the road was to roll under it:lol I then tried to carefully sneak through the timber towards the creek, after about 50 yards there is a steep slope about 40 Ft high down to the bottom land by the creek which is heavily wooded with young saplings and teasels. So I carefully go down and through the first load of teasels till I find a heavily used trail, the cattle come up here as well as the Deer, so I follow it to my right until I can find a trial of sorts through the brush towards the creek looking for a likely place to stand over, after pushing carefully through the brush I come to a clearing where several trees are felled, Beavers work here.
I decide to sit on a fallen tree thanks to the Beavers when the radio comes to life, Steven has found a huge Buck dead in the Creek, I then notice I can see him through the light brush to my left, so I ask if he minds if I come over to take a look, sure he says do just that. He sure was a real nice specimen, pity he ended up so, makes my Buck look silly in comparison and I think that this one may have been the reason for the 8 point exploding out of the timber that first day, if this one was in there alive then I can understand his haste to beat a retreat:lol Steven says you would shot this one without thinking about it wouldn't you! Yes sir!!! After some disscussion about the Buck and possible causes of his demise, we split and I go back to the tree and past it looking for a place a bit further from Steven where I can get a shot maybe if the Deer coperate;) I find at the far end of the clearing about another 50 yards there is a tree which I can climb up onto the heavy vines growing on it to get about 3ft off the ground and do so.
To my left only a few yards away the real heavy brush starts but I have a Deer crossing in the creek a few yards to my right and the clearing to my front and right, it feels good. After about 30-40 minutes standing on those vines my ankle starts to protest at the unatural angle it's at so I start to climb down and end up with the largest vine between legs:rolleyes, my the rifle is slung across my back and as I try to quitely get out of this situation I find as I moved back to try to swing my lag over that there is a smaller vine which crosses the first one to make like a cradle for me to sit in, as I settle in this to make sure is will not give way on me I look to me left and my heart just about stops, there is a Doe just about 35 yards to my left!
I quitely, slowly and carefully ease the rifle from my back and get the reticle on her just as she goes into the thick stuff:rolleyes so I follow her with the scope hoping to thread a shot though it when suddenly a much larger head on a neck appears looking at me with it's ears out wide, Oh boy if I don't shoot this one and quick I am Busted:eek
This is where I saw the first Doe and shot the second, they were just back in this brush about 15 yards or so. Well I swung the rifle onto the large doe and put the reticle on her neck, that's about all I had to aim at but the distance was onlt about 45-55 yards from me so I squeezed the trigger and down she went, the smaller Doe possibly her young one? went further into the brush and stayed about until Steven chased it out with the 4 wheeler when he came to take the Doe out.
At the shot she dropped but the head came back up and the legs were kicking slowly, so I climbed down reloaded the rifle and went over to where she lay one her head down now but the hind leg still slowly moving, I walked up behind here and touched the rifle barrel to her head, no reaction:p so I touched the eyeball with the tip of the barrel, again no reaction, then I noticed that the entrace wound was pumping blood out:eek so I laid my hand on her chest and could feel the heart still beating, she was brain dead but the body had not got the message. This has never happened before, I thought briefly about shooting her again but decide against that so as not to disturb the area any more than needed, I radioed Steven and the boys to tell them I had a Doe down and the problem, Steven says what's the problem shoot her again or you have a knife, knife is what I chose and cut the throat deeply, the heart stopped, then I went to move her, oh dear was she heavy we estimate she was about as heavy as my buck, also where she bled so badly even her hind hoofs were in the blood.
Steven arrived to find me trying to drag here clear of the brush to the creek side where there was more room to work, he helped me drag her and then went off to find a way through the brush to the 4 wheeler and bring it back again, I got on with the field dressing as it was getting late now and we would lose the light in another hour or so.
As you can see she is quite a size the rifle has a 24" barrel and is 44 1/2" overall in length:eek
It was a rough ride back through the thick stuff, Steven commented that he was surprised that she still had a head when we got back to the truck:lol we loaded up and headed to the check station, the Doe was still on the 4 wheeler but on the trailer behind Stuarts truck, he had to go and collect Stanley and his ATV as well. Steven said we would meet them at the check station. When we arrived we were greeted by a group of about 1/2 dozen teenage schools girls with blood on their hands who wanted to look at the teeth of the deer being checked in and if they were over 2 1/2 years old remover the front incissor teeth to be labeled and sent to the Game Dept for aging. I agreed and that's what happened when Stuart arrived with the Doe, so ends Saturday, and I thought my hunting for the week, but Stanley and Stuart decided we should hunt for a few hours Sunday morning before packing up and heading back to St Louis!
Steven drops me some yards back from the entrance before driving down near it so he can go in closer to the road and hopefully move any Deer down there back my way, also any that sneak past me will be heading in Stuarts direction, likewise any that I move out as I move in are likely to go towards Stuart in his patch of woods by the Corn pocket where Steven shot his Buck. The easiest way I found to get through the barbed wire fence by the road was to roll under it:lol I then tried to carefully sneak through the timber towards the creek, after about 50 yards there is a steep slope about 40 Ft high down to the bottom land by the creek which is heavily wooded with young saplings and teasels. So I carefully go down and through the first load of teasels till I find a heavily used trail, the cattle come up here as well as the Deer, so I follow it to my right until I can find a trial of sorts through the brush towards the creek looking for a likely place to stand over, after pushing carefully through the brush I come to a clearing where several trees are felled, Beavers work here.
I decide to sit on a fallen tree thanks to the Beavers when the radio comes to life, Steven has found a huge Buck dead in the Creek, I then notice I can see him through the light brush to my left, so I ask if he minds if I come over to take a look, sure he says do just that. He sure was a real nice specimen, pity he ended up so, makes my Buck look silly in comparison and I think that this one may have been the reason for the 8 point exploding out of the timber that first day, if this one was in there alive then I can understand his haste to beat a retreat:lol Steven says you would shot this one without thinking about it wouldn't you! Yes sir!!! After some disscussion about the Buck and possible causes of his demise, we split and I go back to the tree and past it looking for a place a bit further from Steven where I can get a shot maybe if the Deer coperate;) I find at the far end of the clearing about another 50 yards there is a tree which I can climb up onto the heavy vines growing on it to get about 3ft off the ground and do so.
To my left only a few yards away the real heavy brush starts but I have a Deer crossing in the creek a few yards to my right and the clearing to my front and right, it feels good. After about 30-40 minutes standing on those vines my ankle starts to protest at the unatural angle it's at so I start to climb down and end up with the largest vine between legs:rolleyes, my the rifle is slung across my back and as I try to quitely get out of this situation I find as I moved back to try to swing my lag over that there is a smaller vine which crosses the first one to make like a cradle for me to sit in, as I settle in this to make sure is will not give way on me I look to me left and my heart just about stops, there is a Doe just about 35 yards to my left!
I quitely, slowly and carefully ease the rifle from my back and get the reticle on her just as she goes into the thick stuff:rolleyes so I follow her with the scope hoping to thread a shot though it when suddenly a much larger head on a neck appears looking at me with it's ears out wide, Oh boy if I don't shoot this one and quick I am Busted:eek
This is where I saw the first Doe and shot the second, they were just back in this brush about 15 yards or so. Well I swung the rifle onto the large doe and put the reticle on her neck, that's about all I had to aim at but the distance was onlt about 45-55 yards from me so I squeezed the trigger and down she went, the smaller Doe possibly her young one? went further into the brush and stayed about until Steven chased it out with the 4 wheeler when he came to take the Doe out.
At the shot she dropped but the head came back up and the legs were kicking slowly, so I climbed down reloaded the rifle and went over to where she lay one her head down now but the hind leg still slowly moving, I walked up behind here and touched the rifle barrel to her head, no reaction:p so I touched the eyeball with the tip of the barrel, again no reaction, then I noticed that the entrace wound was pumping blood out:eek so I laid my hand on her chest and could feel the heart still beating, she was brain dead but the body had not got the message. This has never happened before, I thought briefly about shooting her again but decide against that so as not to disturb the area any more than needed, I radioed Steven and the boys to tell them I had a Doe down and the problem, Steven says what's the problem shoot her again or you have a knife, knife is what I chose and cut the throat deeply, the heart stopped, then I went to move her, oh dear was she heavy we estimate she was about as heavy as my buck, also where she bled so badly even her hind hoofs were in the blood.
Steven arrived to find me trying to drag here clear of the brush to the creek side where there was more room to work, he helped me drag her and then went off to find a way through the brush to the 4 wheeler and bring it back again, I got on with the field dressing as it was getting late now and we would lose the light in another hour or so.
As you can see she is quite a size the rifle has a 24" barrel and is 44 1/2" overall in length:eek
It was a rough ride back through the thick stuff, Steven commented that he was surprised that she still had a head when we got back to the truck:lol we loaded up and headed to the check station, the Doe was still on the 4 wheeler but on the trailer behind Stuarts truck, he had to go and collect Stanley and his ATV as well. Steven said we would meet them at the check station. When we arrived we were greeted by a group of about 1/2 dozen teenage schools girls with blood on their hands who wanted to look at the teeth of the deer being checked in and if they were over 2 1/2 years old remover the front incissor teeth to be labeled and sent to the Game Dept for aging. I agreed and that's what happened when Stuart arrived with the Doe, so ends Saturday, and I thought my hunting for the week, but Stanley and Stuart decided we should hunt for a few hours Sunday morning before packing up and heading back to St Louis!
