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Tell us about an animal you've taken that was hardest to put down
Hers my story;
Back in 1972, I was 16, me and a buddy went up deer hunting. We were headed up to the high country, but it started snowing hard and the car wouldn't make it the rest of the way, so we pulled over and got out at about 5000 ft and started walking an old logging road. About an hour later we were board so we stopped to talk, when a deer steped out on to the road about 80 yards down. It was the biggest buck eather of us had ever seen.
I was carring a .300 Savage lever action M-99 with 165 gr hornady handloads and Mike had a .270 with 130 Sierra handloads.
I shot first, and the bullet went right through the first lung, nicked the hart and came to rest just under the hide on the far side. The buck stopped, looked at me like I was stupid, and started running. Mike fired low, breaking his hind leg. My second round was a gut shot, and the buck keep running. Mike shot again, hitting him in the lungs, and then I fired again hitting him in the front shoulder. We both stopped and stared in dis belife as the buck never missed a step ON THREE LEGS ! He disappered into some brush, so we ran down a hill to get a better angle. The buck came out of the other side of the brush at full speed, we both fired again. I missed, and Mike hit him in the rump. He finaly went down, but was still kicking when we got to him. I had to re-load to put a final shot through his neck, it was the only place we hadn't already shot him !!!!
We showed him to a ranger who said the buck was very old, and probably had a real trophy size rack several years before. After hanging three days he weighed almost 200 lbs.
It was far and away the toughest, nastiest tasting thing I every ate.
So what about you, every had one that just didn't want to die ?
Hers my story;
Back in 1972, I was 16, me and a buddy went up deer hunting. We were headed up to the high country, but it started snowing hard and the car wouldn't make it the rest of the way, so we pulled over and got out at about 5000 ft and started walking an old logging road. About an hour later we were board so we stopped to talk, when a deer steped out on to the road about 80 yards down. It was the biggest buck eather of us had ever seen.
I was carring a .300 Savage lever action M-99 with 165 gr hornady handloads and Mike had a .270 with 130 Sierra handloads.
I shot first, and the bullet went right through the first lung, nicked the hart and came to rest just under the hide on the far side. The buck stopped, looked at me like I was stupid, and started running. Mike fired low, breaking his hind leg. My second round was a gut shot, and the buck keep running. Mike shot again, hitting him in the lungs, and then I fired again hitting him in the front shoulder. We both stopped and stared in dis belife as the buck never missed a step ON THREE LEGS ! He disappered into some brush, so we ran down a hill to get a better angle. The buck came out of the other side of the brush at full speed, we both fired again. I missed, and Mike hit him in the rump. He finaly went down, but was still kicking when we got to him. I had to re-load to put a final shot through his neck, it was the only place we hadn't already shot him !!!!
We showed him to a ranger who said the buck was very old, and probably had a real trophy size rack several years before. After hanging three days he weighed almost 200 lbs.
It was far and away the toughest, nastiest tasting thing I every ate.
So what about you, every had one that just didn't want to die ?