Art Eatman
Moderator In Memoriam
Keith's "Two'fers" thread brought this to mind...
Years ago, a highway contractor got a deer lease on a never-hunted ranch in west Texas. He, my father and two others went one weekend to try their luck on mule deer.
My father looked down into a shallow canyon; made some racket and slung some rocks and jumped a nice buck. As usual, he went for a neck shot and rolled the buck.
He goes down into the brush toward the buck; it jumped up and ran again. So, he goes through the same drill, and rolled the buck again. He heads over to gut the deer, and darned if it doesn't jump up again and take off! So, another repetition...
This time he figures he's got a pretty shot-up, messy job to deal with. Dead and ruined deer, what with thre '06 bullets through it. He's puzzled, though, because with a neck shot a deer is supposed to stay dead.
He struggles through some catclaw and Lo! And, Behold! Once again, Ol' Bucky shows he's tougher than a .30-'06. Once again, Bang-whop!
When my father gets to the now-finally-dead buck, he can only find one bullet hole. Uh-oh.
Back-tracking, he finds, sure enough, another buck--with only one bullet hole. And--you guessed it--two more bucks with one bullet each.
Now, Texas law only allows one mule deer buck, then and now. Needless to say, he was doing some tall talking to get the other three guys to put their tags on his deer.
I first heard the story some years later, when one of the guys on that hunt said, "Say, did you know what kind of game hog your old man is?"
, Art
Years ago, a highway contractor got a deer lease on a never-hunted ranch in west Texas. He, my father and two others went one weekend to try their luck on mule deer.
My father looked down into a shallow canyon; made some racket and slung some rocks and jumped a nice buck. As usual, he went for a neck shot and rolled the buck.
He goes down into the brush toward the buck; it jumped up and ran again. So, he goes through the same drill, and rolled the buck again. He heads over to gut the deer, and darned if it doesn't jump up again and take off! So, another repetition...
This time he figures he's got a pretty shot-up, messy job to deal with. Dead and ruined deer, what with thre '06 bullets through it. He's puzzled, though, because with a neck shot a deer is supposed to stay dead.
He struggles through some catclaw and Lo! And, Behold! Once again, Ol' Bucky shows he's tougher than a .30-'06. Once again, Bang-whop!
When my father gets to the now-finally-dead buck, he can only find one bullet hole. Uh-oh.
Back-tracking, he finds, sure enough, another buck--with only one bullet hole. And--you guessed it--two more bucks with one bullet each.
Now, Texas law only allows one mule deer buck, then and now. Needless to say, he was doing some tall talking to get the other three guys to put their tags on his deer.
I first heard the story some years later, when one of the guys on that hunt said, "Say, did you know what kind of game hog your old man is?"
, Art