Post by Buckskin Billy on Jan 2, 2008 1:34:33 GMT -5
this past thanksgiving i went hunting.turned out to be a thanksgiving i'll never forget.it got real cold that day.i usally don't get real cold but that morning i did not wear enough clothes.got damn cold.right at day break i stood up to stretch.when i was sitting back down i saw a deer in my shooting lane.could not get to my gun quick enough,and the deer got by me.i cussed myself for being stupid the rest of the hunt.around 8:30 i was a block of ice. my hands were frozen and i couldn't feel my feet.not wanting to give up so soon,i decieded to see if i could jump up the deer that got by me.i found its tracks and started after it through the cutover.i lost its trail on in the cutover.remembering about a old beaver pond down from my stand i took off for it. along the way i found a OLD flint spear head.to me that was just as good as killing a deer.i got to a TALL ridge over looking the beaver pond with the wind in my face.as i sat down on a stump two deer came running by down below me.happen so fast i didn't have time to act.cussing myself again,i realized that they had there tails raised half up and they were not running from me.i waited about 15 minuetes on that ridge to see if a buck was in hot pursuit.i decieded then to see if i could jump up the two deer and at least bring home some meat.when i got to the bottom of the TALL ridge i heard a stick snap.i saw a buck coming from the same dirrection the other deer had came. he had his head to the ground snorting and sniffing like a hound dog.i through the '06 up and squeezed off a quick shot.he ran a few yards and fell.i could here him thrashing about on the ground.buck fever had over taken me by know,when i ejected the shell on my model 70 i didn't pull the bolt back far enough to eject the shell.i had jammed my gun.then the damn buck got up and ran off.now i was really cussing.i went to were he had fell and couldn't find much blood.frustraited i got my pocket knife and unjammed my gun and took to trailing the deer.he did not bled much.the beaver pond had dried out in most places and was overgrown with briars,and he went straight to them,making a trail easy to follow.after jumping a creek i could see him lying ahead of me.when i got to him he jumped up again and fell a few feet.this happened 3 more times before i got a second shot in him.he was down for the count then.he was a 8 point weighing 165 pounds with a 14 inch spread and 18 inch long main beams.the biggest deer i had ever killed.the bullet went hi in his right shoulder and came out low behind the left leg.his left leg being broken hung in front of the exit wound not letting it bleed.i had to float this old buck across the creek wade knee deep through what water was left in the beaver pond and drag him up that TALL ridge.damn near killed me.i went back a few days latter with a range finder i was 18 yards from him when i shot.from the time i found the spear head to the time i shot the buck was about 15 minutes.might be a lucky charm,or was i in the right place when that old buck's luck ran out.