Dad's two for one shot


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T.R.
April 29, 2007, 01:45 PM
One icy November afternoon in 1971 Dad told me to my gear together because we were headed out to hunt mulies. Snow was about ankle deep and a brisk wind stung our faces. One of our favorite spots was among the foothills northwest of Powell. Mule deer bedded in the rough country all day and moved into stubble hay fields at dusk to feed. I carried Granddad’s old Winchester saddle carbine and Dad took his long barrelled 300 Savage. Shortly after we parked and began to sneak along a line of boulders, a young forked horn buck stood up to look at us. Only his upper body was visible due to the tall grass. Dad lined up the sights and his 300 barked once. The buck bounded forward a couple jumps and fell over. As we were dressing it out, we both heard something moving in the grass about 35 feet away. Dad told me, “Go see to it boy”. I wasn’t afraid of snakes as they were underground in November but I carried the Winchester because after all, this was Wyoming.

I found a large doe struggling. A golf ball sized chunk of bone and flesh was missing from its back. I yelled for Dad to come over quick. He was quite annoyed as we did not have any remaining doe tags. Dad shot the doe with his 22 pistol through the skull to end its misery and we dressed it, too. Then we struggled to hang it from a tree limb so the coyotes couldn’t reach it. This was a large doe which Dad said weighed about 180 lbs.

It was obvious what had happened. This doe was slightly lower in elevation than the buck because the way the grassy area was contoured. It was hidden from view by the buck’s body. Dad’s bullet shot through the buck’s chest and still had enough power to knock that big hole in the doe. On the way to town, Dad told me he would call the Warden and he directed me to tell the truth if asked what happened.

The Warden drove out to our place after dark and we rode with him to the site. He looked at our footprints in the snow and asked a few questions. Then he told Dad that no crime had been committed but we couldn’t keep the deer. We loaded the big doe into his pick-up and headed home in silence.

Later, Dad told me he was worried about a fine but that didn’t stop him from calling the Warden. Dad shared this lasting truth with me, “When in doubt, always do the right thing”.

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1911ShooterTJ
April 29, 2007, 02:53 PM
Precisely why I don’t take shots when anything is on the horizon or when I don’t know what is behind the target...:rolleyes:

However I believe you handled the situation ethically; many would not have called the warden, so kudos to you guys. I have always believed in personal responsibility, and you definitely stepped up to the plate in terms of accepting the consequences of your shooting.

Keep on hunting. :)

Dr.Rob
April 30, 2007, 09:08 PM
Its VERY possible to shoot 2 antelope that way. Most bullets barely slow down on their way through the vitals. Does tend to stand in packs and shield their young... if you are doe hunting it pays to buy 2 tags.

And good on both of you for doing the right thing.

Rembrandt
April 30, 2007, 09:58 PM
Happens more frequently than you might think.....brother and I were blackpowder hunting Whitetails, he shoots a big 10 point, goes to inspect the deer and finds it laying on top of a dead 8 pointer...both killed with the same bullet. Never saw the 8 point standing behind the big one.

tasco 74
April 30, 2007, 11:19 PM
i saw a tv show not that long ago on discovery channel or history channel about military snipers.... i was kinda surprised when they mentioned something about looking for two for one kills................

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