AKElroy
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All season I have been visited at my stand by a poorly little 8 point Hill Country Whitetail, maybe 110 lbs. The entire rack is inside his ears, so I did not want to take him. Having been visited by him at least 10 times, he was becoming an expected part of my time in the stand.
Fast forward to 4:58pm yesterday. There he was, eating directly under the feeder. At 5pm, that feeder starts throwing corn, and over the fense he goes. Unfortunately, in his panic, he hangs a front leg on the fence & runs off on 3 legs, obviously injured.
I REALLY do not want to waist a tag on this little deer as he is my last buck, so I am watching to see if he can shake it off. Nope. He stumbles another 100 or so yards (feeder is already 114 from the stand, so he is a shade over 200yds from me and heading for impossibly thick cover), falling several times, and is nearly out of comfortable range of my .30-30. He is stumbling erratically, so I aimed toward the front & hoped the bullet would not strike too far back. The 170gr corelokd dropped him, hitting just behind the shoulder for a through and through.
His leg bone was snapped clean below the shoulder from the fence tangle, as floppy as his tail; no way he was recovering from that. Oh well, the little ones are good eating; he field dressed 85lbs---Glad the 10 year old was there at least, maybe he learned something.
Fast forward to 4:58pm yesterday. There he was, eating directly under the feeder. At 5pm, that feeder starts throwing corn, and over the fense he goes. Unfortunately, in his panic, he hangs a front leg on the fence & runs off on 3 legs, obviously injured.
I REALLY do not want to waist a tag on this little deer as he is my last buck, so I am watching to see if he can shake it off. Nope. He stumbles another 100 or so yards (feeder is already 114 from the stand, so he is a shade over 200yds from me and heading for impossibly thick cover), falling several times, and is nearly out of comfortable range of my .30-30. He is stumbling erratically, so I aimed toward the front & hoped the bullet would not strike too far back. The 170gr corelokd dropped him, hitting just behind the shoulder for a through and through.
His leg bone was snapped clean below the shoulder from the fence tangle, as floppy as his tail; no way he was recovering from that. Oh well, the little ones are good eating; he field dressed 85lbs---Glad the 10 year old was there at least, maybe he learned something.
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