Deanimator
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Got back from deer hunting outside of St. Louis early yesterday morning.
I hunted on a friend's family farm in the futuristic megalopolis of Catawissa.
We hunted in several farm fields and on top of a large hill which faced them.
The first day, we climbed up the large hill and set up facing back toward the farm fields, with a wide creek at the base of the hill, separating us from the fields.
We were sitting there waiting, when we heard thrashing through the dead leaves. We got ready... and saw my friend's father's dog crossing the creek. He'd gotten out and tracked us across the field and up the hill. He then wandered back and forth between us until I grabbed him by the collar and kept him in one place. My friend then tied the strap from his deer drag through his collar and took him back to the farm.
When my friend got back from chaining up the dog, he decided to sit in the field on the other side of the creek and see if he could drive anything back toward me.
While I was sitting on the hill, I heard movement and then saw a head and a large rack of antlers. The buck was on the other side in heavy brush and trees. I couldn't get a shot at him because with my inclined target scope base on my Savage, I have to aim four inches low at 100 yards. I couldn't see the bottom of the deer, much less four inches below that. He just needed to walk about ten yards to my right and I'd have a clear shot in the open... so instead he headed slowly back into the field behind him where my friend was waiting. I called my friend up on the walkie talkie and warned him.
The deer jumped the fence and entered the field. My friend shot him as he was marking a tree. He dropped like he'd been hit by lightning. We couldn't find any entrance or exit wounds and there wasn't a drop of blood. We gutted him, threw him in the back of the truck and drove him back to the farm. When we skinned and processed him, we discovered why he when down so quickly and didn't leave any blood. The bullet hit him high up on the side, mushroomed, ricochetted toward his head and shattered his spine.
I didn't see any othe deer while I was carrying a gun, although when I was helping with some farm work, I saw three run away from me across a field.
The freezer compartment in my refrigerator is full of venison steaks and ground venison.
Pictures later...
I hunted on a friend's family farm in the futuristic megalopolis of Catawissa.
We hunted in several farm fields and on top of a large hill which faced them.
The first day, we climbed up the large hill and set up facing back toward the farm fields, with a wide creek at the base of the hill, separating us from the fields.
We were sitting there waiting, when we heard thrashing through the dead leaves. We got ready... and saw my friend's father's dog crossing the creek. He'd gotten out and tracked us across the field and up the hill. He then wandered back and forth between us until I grabbed him by the collar and kept him in one place. My friend then tied the strap from his deer drag through his collar and took him back to the farm.
When my friend got back from chaining up the dog, he decided to sit in the field on the other side of the creek and see if he could drive anything back toward me.
While I was sitting on the hill, I heard movement and then saw a head and a large rack of antlers. The buck was on the other side in heavy brush and trees. I couldn't get a shot at him because with my inclined target scope base on my Savage, I have to aim four inches low at 100 yards. I couldn't see the bottom of the deer, much less four inches below that. He just needed to walk about ten yards to my right and I'd have a clear shot in the open... so instead he headed slowly back into the field behind him where my friend was waiting. I called my friend up on the walkie talkie and warned him.
The deer jumped the fence and entered the field. My friend shot him as he was marking a tree. He dropped like he'd been hit by lightning. We couldn't find any entrance or exit wounds and there wasn't a drop of blood. We gutted him, threw him in the back of the truck and drove him back to the farm. When we skinned and processed him, we discovered why he when down so quickly and didn't leave any blood. The bullet hit him high up on the side, mushroomed, ricochetted toward his head and shattered his spine.
I didn't see any othe deer while I was carrying a gun, although when I was helping with some farm work, I saw three run away from me across a field.
The freezer compartment in my refrigerator is full of venison steaks and ground venison.
Pictures later...
