It was on February 6, 2009 that I wrote an article entitled,
GIVING A FALLEN DEER A NAME and placed it on HUNTING HUMOR & TALES. I had
shot a nice 10 point buck on a friend’s property near a small town in south Alabama. What I now want
to do is to tell ‘the rest of the story’. It was a very cold morning when I
arrived at my destination with a strong northwestern wind hitting me without
mercy. Since I had not walked to the 14 foot metal ladder stand before, I
waited until I could see in the early morning light. I found it without any
trouble and settled down and waited for a monster buck to make its appearance.
You see, the owner’s son had cameras on trees near the stand and the bucks that
enjoyed having their pictures taken were massive in size with large antlers. To
my right was a pasture that had grown tall weeds and to my left were planted
pine trees. The location was ideal except the freezing, cold weather and a
strong wind that was penetrating my clothing and making me feel like an ice
cube. I sat there until about nine o’clock and then I got down and begin
walking on a small trail in the pines. It was then that I began to ‘jump’ does
and not only that; I began to see several scrapes very close together. I knew
that there were bucks in the immediate area.
I soon came near the
area where I had entered the pines from an adjacent pasture. I stopped and
began looking down to a beautiful hollow where there was a small stream of
water. In a very short time I saw a nice size buck walking easily along side
the stream. It must have been about 140 yards removed from where I was
standing. The buck turned away from me and I immediately decided to take a shot
at him. I hit him ‘hard’ because the 150 gram bullet from my 308 caliber
Browning rifle knocked him down. The problem was that the buck got up and began
to slowly walk away. I waited for several minutes before I began walking down
the slope toward where the deer had fallen and there I found a large puddle of
blood so I knew he would not live very long. I could hear the deer in the
distance but I made the mistake of taking a few steps and that caused the buck
to move again. I waited once more and after a few minutes I began walking on
the narrow road that I had followed earlier in the morning on my way to the
ladder stand which I could now see. Suddenly I looked to my right and several
yards away lay a buck deer not far from the ladder stand where I had been
sitting for some three hours. I thought, the deer is wounded so I will try a
neck shot and not destroy any more meat and that I did. In a moment of time,
that buck stood up and I was so surprised because I knew the deer I shot was
badly wounded. I was awe stricken when I saw the size of that buck and before I
could chamber another round in my rifle that deer ran like it had been shot at
by someone trying to kill him.
I stood there amazed and confused. How could a critically
wounded deer run so fast? I walked over to where the deer had been laying and
found no evidence of blood. I then walked over where he had jumped over a low
fence that separated the trees from the pasture. I finally found two small
drops of blood on some tall weeds but that was all I found. I called for the
land owner to come down and help me look for the deer I shot. Also his neighbor
who owned the adjoining property where we were looking came riding up on a John
Deere four wheeler and he joined in with us as we searched for the buck I shot.
We could find no additional evidence of blood or tracks of this monster of a
deer. Undoubtedly, I had missed hitting the deer in a vital area of its neck
but I had simply ‘nicked’ him.
We decided to spread out in our search for the wounded deer.
My friend’s neighbor finally shouted, “Here he is”, so we walked down to where
he and the deer were. As I stared at this buck, I immediately realized that
this deer was the one I shot and wounded and was unable to locate. But, what
about the very large deer I shot at and simply missed hitting a vital area in
its neck? This could not be that buck. I had simply assumed that the second
deer was the first deer I had shot and badly wounded it. My mind was whirling
with such thoughts like, what if I had shot that second deer where I normally
do and that was just behind its front shoulder, I would have had two bucks on
the ground. That would not have been good. Furthermore, if I had killed the
second deer, would we have continued to look for the first deer I wounded?
Though I missed killing a trophy, which the second deer was, I was happy that I
did not seriously wound him and hopefully he continued to enjoy life as big
bucks do.
Now you may be wondering why I am now writing the ‘rest of
the story’ at this time. Well, I finally informed my friend recently that there
were two deer involved in my hunt that cold wintry morning. And while I am
happy about harvesting a nice 10 point buck, I missed getting a buck that would
make this one look like a junior size deer. Never satisfied, are we. Deer hunters are like
that.
