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Here is the story of the Arkansas hunt I went on a few weeks ago.
My deer hunt went fairly well. First day was spent chasing our tails up and down mountains if you can call them that in Arkansas. Second day was a little more fruitful.
We hunted Sunday morning fairly hard and it still produced no deer for the three of us. Back to camp and lunch and a short nap, then packed up for the afternoon outing. I had already decided I was going to stay until dark if I had to as this was the last day to legally take a doe. I didn’t really care, all I wanted was meat. I’ve tried cooking horns to no avail.
I was in place by 1:00pm, took my chemo drug and washed it down with a bottle of water. I also new this might make me drowsy so I took a position on the ground next to a large pine tree over looking a rather large pasture that gave me a shot of 305 yards if I had to shoot across it.
First hour went pretty good didn’t doze off but it went down hill from there. I was doing the head dump by 2 and from there on it was doze off, wake up, scan the pasture, then doze again. Around 4, I woke up and began scanning the field. At first with the naked eye I saw nothing so I picked up the binocs and started scanning the far side of the pasture. I put the binocs down and thought I saw something move about 100 yards out near a stream of sorts.
WHOAAA, deer, three of them. All three were does so I started trying to figure out which was the largest. She was facing right at me not offering much of a shot unless I shot her bow to stern which didn’t give me pleasant thoughts about skinning or the amount of cleaning that would have to be done. I sized up the situation, raised the 300 Weatherby and placed the cross hairs on the bone of her left shoulder. Three pounds of trigger squeeze later, the roar went up about the pasture and I did not see what happened as I was recovering from recoil. I peered over the scope and she was running to my left dragging the left shoulder then she turned and nosed dived into some briars. I watched her a minute or so and there was no movement. The other two does slinked off into the forest and I lost them. As I looked over the pasture 7 more deer revealed themselves but no bucks, all does. Didn’t matter, I had my doe and was proud to have her.
10 minutes later I heard the sound of a 30’06 crack off to my right and knew my buddy had a deer down as well. Heck of an afternoon/evening for us.
My 180 grain bullet had hit her hard in the shoulder bone and exited behind the shoulder and was gone. The damage done was by the fragments of the shoulder bone taking out her lungs and heart. I was elated to say the least. Now the meat is in the freezer made into hamburger, steaks and jalapeño and cheese summer sausage.
My deer hunt went fairly well. First day was spent chasing our tails up and down mountains if you can call them that in Arkansas. Second day was a little more fruitful.
We hunted Sunday morning fairly hard and it still produced no deer for the three of us. Back to camp and lunch and a short nap, then packed up for the afternoon outing. I had already decided I was going to stay until dark if I had to as this was the last day to legally take a doe. I didn’t really care, all I wanted was meat. I’ve tried cooking horns to no avail.
I was in place by 1:00pm, took my chemo drug and washed it down with a bottle of water. I also new this might make me drowsy so I took a position on the ground next to a large pine tree over looking a rather large pasture that gave me a shot of 305 yards if I had to shoot across it.
First hour went pretty good didn’t doze off but it went down hill from there. I was doing the head dump by 2 and from there on it was doze off, wake up, scan the pasture, then doze again. Around 4, I woke up and began scanning the field. At first with the naked eye I saw nothing so I picked up the binocs and started scanning the far side of the pasture. I put the binocs down and thought I saw something move about 100 yards out near a stream of sorts.
WHOAAA, deer, three of them. All three were does so I started trying to figure out which was the largest. She was facing right at me not offering much of a shot unless I shot her bow to stern which didn’t give me pleasant thoughts about skinning or the amount of cleaning that would have to be done. I sized up the situation, raised the 300 Weatherby and placed the cross hairs on the bone of her left shoulder. Three pounds of trigger squeeze later, the roar went up about the pasture and I did not see what happened as I was recovering from recoil. I peered over the scope and she was running to my left dragging the left shoulder then she turned and nosed dived into some briars. I watched her a minute or so and there was no movement. The other two does slinked off into the forest and I lost them. As I looked over the pasture 7 more deer revealed themselves but no bucks, all does. Didn’t matter, I had my doe and was proud to have her.
10 minutes later I heard the sound of a 30’06 crack off to my right and knew my buddy had a deer down as well. Heck of an afternoon/evening for us.
My 180 grain bullet had hit her hard in the shoulder bone and exited behind the shoulder and was gone. The damage done was by the fragments of the shoulder bone taking out her lungs and heart. I was elated to say the least. Now the meat is in the freezer made into hamburger, steaks and jalapeño and cheese summer sausage.
