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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Jim's Deer Hunt

"...we went out yesterday. GORGEOUS day. Heard lots of shooting. One buddy, Erle, shot a little doe about 8:30. She took off. Picked up the blood track and followed her for about 10 mins. THERE SHE GOES! Was hit but gutshot. Too thick for a decent shot so decided to wait and see if she'd lay down. One nephew was close so told Erle to stand there and I'd find Rick. About 20 mins went by and we started off again. Was a trail Stevie Wonder could follow! Tracked her for about 35 yrds thru some of the thickest **** you can find. All attention was on the trail, and we got to within about SEVEN FEET of her before she took off again. Again, no shot. Waited for a bit again. Erle went back to his stand. He can't move like he used to. Me and Rick called another guy, Willie, that was in front of us, told him to watch. He said you guys watch, there's a coyote heading to you! Followed little blood spots across a big field, didn't see the coyote, but did see Willie coming toward us. Track, track, track. Went thru the woods a bit. Now, mind you, we've followed this poor little deer about 400 yrds now. Concentrating on the blood, saw some on the tree up ahead. Willie said there she is, laying right there. Three feet from the blood on the tree! Didn't even see her till he said! How well they blend in. One of those shots you just can't miss. Gonna shoot her so she didn't go any farther. Shot right over her! Damn!!! Shook my head, took very careful aim and put it thru her shoulders. She jumped up and flopped on the ice. Willie was starting to go right up to her. Told him, wait, let her expire. She laid still, he approached, and she raised her head! Damn!!!! 50 cal muzzle-loader from 18 inches took her out... Called Erle, no answer. Called again, no answer. This guy has a heart condition and he was tuckered from the little tracking he and I did. Now, I'm nervous. Ben called, nephew called. FINALLY he called back. Said, Goddamn, was about to shoot another one and the phone is ringing. Hit that one but didn't find it. Sheesh. He shows up with the 4 wheeler and with me dragging this little thing, I wasn't even out of breath. Maybe a whole 60 lbs or so! 6 month old, good eater... Driving deer tomorrow. New spot. No idea what will happen. More stories to follow, am sure."
James W. D

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