adriaticum
10-13-2016, 11:03 PM
We knew the weather was going to be ugly for Thanksgiving but it did get the deer moving.
After work I went on the road and finally arrived in camp in the wee hours of the night.
The sky was clear oddly enough.
Went on a morning hunt and snow started immediately at high elevations and it got cold.
We hiked for several hours trying to cut some tracks in fresh snow but no dice.
We saw 2 groups of does milling around in spots.
I was wet by now,somehow my boots started to leak after 3-4 years.
I couldn't wait to get back to the truck to get warm and dry.
And just about 10 minutes from camp I spot antlers from the truck.
Yup, it's a buck. A little 2 point.
I get out get ready and want to get a little closer.
Buddy says not to move and shoot right away.
"Do not get any closer!" was the order of the day.
I listened and took an off hand shot and saw the deer lose footing.
I knew I hit him, just didn't know where.
As I crossed a little dip in the hillside I could see a pair of eyes poking behind a tree watching me carefully.
It was a doe, observing me after I just took a shot at her partner.
I'm telling you, she knew what just went down.
She was educated right there.
When I got to the spot I thought I shot at I couldn't see any blood, so I went around looking and found a massive patch of blood and a buck lay about 30 feet up the hill.
He fell right on a patch of fresh moose droppings.
He was hit right in the shoulder and bullet exited and took out his lungs.
It was about 50 yards, give or take a few.
Took me an hour in the snow to field dress him and by the time I was finished I was wet just like I just got out of a swimming pool.
My clothes had totally failed me, except my top. My wading jacket held up good.
When we got to camp, I skinned him, quartered and since I want to cut this meat up myself we decided it was best for me to leave.
I'm glad I did, it took me a few days to get my shit together and process all the meat.
But all in all the hunt was short and sweet.
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After work I went on the road and finally arrived in camp in the wee hours of the night.
The sky was clear oddly enough.
Went on a morning hunt and snow started immediately at high elevations and it got cold.
We hiked for several hours trying to cut some tracks in fresh snow but no dice.
We saw 2 groups of does milling around in spots.
I was wet by now,somehow my boots started to leak after 3-4 years.
I couldn't wait to get back to the truck to get warm and dry.
And just about 10 minutes from camp I spot antlers from the truck.
Yup, it's a buck. A little 2 point.
I get out get ready and want to get a little closer.
Buddy says not to move and shoot right away.
"Do not get any closer!" was the order of the day.
I listened and took an off hand shot and saw the deer lose footing.
I knew I hit him, just didn't know where.
As I crossed a little dip in the hillside I could see a pair of eyes poking behind a tree watching me carefully.
It was a doe, observing me after I just took a shot at her partner.
I'm telling you, she knew what just went down.
She was educated right there.
When I got to the spot I thought I shot at I couldn't see any blood, so I went around looking and found a massive patch of blood and a buck lay about 30 feet up the hill.
He fell right on a patch of fresh moose droppings.
He was hit right in the shoulder and bullet exited and took out his lungs.
It was about 50 yards, give or take a few.
Took me an hour in the snow to field dress him and by the time I was finished I was wet just like I just got out of a swimming pool.
My clothes had totally failed me, except my top. My wading jacket held up good.
When we got to camp, I skinned him, quartered and since I want to cut this meat up myself we decided it was best for me to leave.
I'm glad I did, it took me a few days to get my shit together and process all the meat.
But all in all the hunt was short and sweet.
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/14717070_10153717925602303_8308332722368377481_n.j pg?oh=94978c4747c9a5c7956bd1054fe1f0e2&oe=58AA69FD
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/t31.0-8/14691399_10153717920442303_5286782900618129353_o.j pg
https://scontent-sea1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/14721747_10153717920597303_4832957703727596108_n.j pg?oh=3ff291781f88cd8c8006b1656c23e393&oe=5898B6F0