Sypher....
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A little over a week ago, a buddy and I went deer hunting just outside of Sheridan WY. After hiking into an area about a mile or two, we scared up 6 mule deer, which looked to be three does and three fawns. We scared them out of some brush and didn't see them until they were hightailing it up the side of a mountain. 20 -30 minutes later, after taking a bit of a circuitous way up, so we didn't spook them if they had decided to bed down, we made it to the top. Now the top was plateaued with light brush and trees scattered around, but was mostly grass. We didn't see those deer anywhere, so we headed off in the direction we thought they might have gone.
After about 30-45 minutes of walking and glassing we could not find them anywhere. I started to head towards a small hill, to get a little more elevation to look around, when we scared them out again from some grass about 150-200 yards ahead. When they broke, they were in two groups; the one in the lead had 2 deer and the other was a little loser grouped together with the remaining 4. My buddy had already filled his tag the day before, so I had my pick of the bunch. After taking aim at one of the larger does in the group of four, I fired. I continued tracking the deer waiting for it to drop, but it kept running like I hadn't hit it! As I prepared for a follow up shot, I hear my buddy say I got it. Puzzled, I lowered my rifle as the deer I had been aiming at continued to run away. Looking towards the back of the group, I see a deer circle twice and go down. The only thing I can figure, is that I missed the deer I was originally aiming for, and hit one on the other side of it.
As we start heading towards the downed deer, it pops up, and as I bring my rifle up to finish it off, I notice its right rear leg is just dangling as it hops behind a couple of trees and goes down again. Not having a clear shot, we once again start walking towards it, so I can put this poor creature out of it's misery. After we took no more than five or six steps, this stupid deer gets up and bounces away on three legs!
Over the next 30 minutes or so we are looking all over for this deer, that I've affectionately named stumpy at this point, and can't find it. We run into a group of deer that we think was the original group, but none of them are hopping around on three legs. They kept looking over their shoulders at something, not us, and finally move on after about 5 minutes. I didn't take any shots at them due to them being off the land that we could hunt. We went back to where I shot the deer, but couldn't find a blood trail anywhere. After about an hour of looking around, we decided to move on and see if we couldn't find any of her friends.
What is your story about " the one that got away...."
After about 30-45 minutes of walking and glassing we could not find them anywhere. I started to head towards a small hill, to get a little more elevation to look around, when we scared them out again from some grass about 150-200 yards ahead. When they broke, they were in two groups; the one in the lead had 2 deer and the other was a little loser grouped together with the remaining 4. My buddy had already filled his tag the day before, so I had my pick of the bunch. After taking aim at one of the larger does in the group of four, I fired. I continued tracking the deer waiting for it to drop, but it kept running like I hadn't hit it! As I prepared for a follow up shot, I hear my buddy say I got it. Puzzled, I lowered my rifle as the deer I had been aiming at continued to run away. Looking towards the back of the group, I see a deer circle twice and go down. The only thing I can figure, is that I missed the deer I was originally aiming for, and hit one on the other side of it.
As we start heading towards the downed deer, it pops up, and as I bring my rifle up to finish it off, I notice its right rear leg is just dangling as it hops behind a couple of trees and goes down again. Not having a clear shot, we once again start walking towards it, so I can put this poor creature out of it's misery. After we took no more than five or six steps, this stupid deer gets up and bounces away on three legs!
Over the next 30 minutes or so we are looking all over for this deer, that I've affectionately named stumpy at this point, and can't find it. We run into a group of deer that we think was the original group, but none of them are hopping around on three legs. They kept looking over their shoulders at something, not us, and finally move on after about 5 minutes. I didn't take any shots at them due to them being off the land that we could hunt. We went back to where I shot the deer, but couldn't find a blood trail anywhere. After about an hour of looking around, we decided to move on and see if we couldn't find any of her friends.
What is your story about " the one that got away...."