Though just an itty-bitty thing, this deer hunt meant something to me. Sean used to just come around the house while dad and I were shooting our bows and was always wanting to try out bows, guns, etc. So, we started taking him hunting, helped him set up and sight it his first bow etc. Though, his number of deer killed is getting up there, I’ve never been with him when he’s gotten one and he’s only been with me once when I’ve gotten one. Monday morning found us sitting in his truck waiting for it to get a bit lighter and for the fog to lift a bit. Once it got to where we could see more than 30yds, we started out. Not 10 steps from the truck, through the fog we see a doe feeding alongside the woods we’d be hunting. I tell him to take it. He lines up and…BOOM! The deer veers to our left and then buttonhooks back into the trees. We head back to the truck to shed some clothes. About 15 minutes later we take up the trail. There is very little blood, but some bone fragments that appear to be leg bone. Doh! Once we get about 10 feet into the trees, we hear a deer jump up and run off. I loop around the woods to try to cut tracks or catch the deer leaving the woodlot. Sean takes up the trail and about 15min later we meet up on the other side of the woods. Neither of us had seen the deer and he had lost the blood trail. We again take up the trail, this time with better light and much slower. The deer looped through the woods back towards the truck. After about 75yds of tracking we see the deer 30yds ahead of us, down. We start that way and when we get to about 20yds from it, it jumps up and takes off. Both of us instantly shoulder our guns, but no shots were fired as he says it’s down again. Sean loops a bit to the right and I step to the left. Again, the deer is up and moving. At about 50yds I pick it up in the scope heading dead away and let one fly. It drops again. We get to the deer to find that it is still alive, so Sean administers the coup de grace. After a few congrats and Sean getting over the shot I made (I admit it was pretty good!), we check out the deer. His first shot had just clipped the front should and broke the back left leg (the deer was facing us). My shot broke it’s back right leg. It just couldn’t get away with three busted wheels. By far not the cleanest kill I’ve been involved with, but fun and memorable.
**Coming soon** Double day for me!!!!
**Coming soon** Double day for me!!!!
