I have to admit that I did a stupid thing the other night while on the stand… I tried to kill two deer, and ended up with none.
The season is almost over here in the Lowcountry, and after passing up tons of does all fall, I now need to make sure we have enough meat to last through the summer. We eat deer 80% of the time around here, so it is very important that this task be accomplished, therefore I am after a couple of fat does between now and Jan. 1st.
However it is very HOT right now, causing low deer movement. The long season is also taking its toll, so any deer is hard to get out in the open. That is why Friday night when a whole family group came by, I just knew it was time to get busy. I waited until they were very close so that I would have an easy shot on the lead doe as well as possibly another shot on one making its escape.
This is where theory meets reality…
My stand is in the middle of three trees, and I leaned out to the side of one of them and pulled the trigger as the first deer hit the road leading out the clearcut. She jumped straight up and kicked her feet out, then let out a loud bleat. However before she even hit the ground, I spotted antlers running off with the rest of the pack. I quickly shoved another shell in, leaned to the other side of the tree, and tried to pick him out of the group. By then, most were getting deep in to the bush, and I couldn’t find him. I did however find another doe that had stopped running about 150 yards away, and was now trotting.
I got on her, and pulled the trigger again. I saw her bound off with no problem… That’s OK I told myself since I already had one down. I then hurried over to where my deer should have been. It was not there! So I started looking around, but with no luck. I then started back at the beginning and tried to find the blood trail. Still no luck.
So I went up and down every path I could find as well as looking all over in the tall grass and dog fennel that surrounded my stand. NOTHING! I looked for almost 45 minutes until the sun dropped out of the sky making it even harder to find my deer.
I was pissed… at myself. Instead of killing one nice deer and coming back another day to get one more, I had tried to shorten the process by getting both at the same time. And to do that, I had taken my eye off of the first wounded deer to shoot at the second. And normally that wouldn’t have been too bad since I should have been able to still watch her out of the corner of my eye - except for the tree the completely blocked my view. Now I had no idea even which trail she had run off on, and in a dense clearcut like I was hunting, that was a sure way to lose one. And sure enough, that is what had happened.
I told myself to just calm down, go and get my truck and pick up the guy hunting with me. We could then come back and look some more. However my newly fixed truck took a s..t about half way back to the front of Cubbedge Hill, and I had to walk on to get him. The two of us then walked out to the front gate while I tried calling everyone I could think of to come and get us (when my wife did not answer, I knew the kids had turned off the ringer again, so she wasn’t going to be coming to get me anytime soon).
I finally got a hold of my cousin, and he and J.O. came to get us about an hour later when they finished picking cotton. By then, it was getting pretty late. I decided to go ahead on home, hope the temperature dropped enough in the night to keep my deer from spoiling and come back tomorrow. Unfortunately it did not, so I just ended up feeding our coyotes…I am now so bummed with myself.
Of course that is only my human emotions talking, since whatever ate it surely did not think it had gone to waste. And it is not like we don’t have one of the highest deer populations in the country. But, again, I DO NOT like to lose a deer. And if you count my lost/missed buck early in the rut, that would make two. And I usually do not lose one, much less two.
The lesson here: no matter how good of a hunter you are, there is always something new to learn. And even if you have learned that lesson before, you may forget it and have to be reminded.
So remember -Â Never take your eye of off the deer you are shooting/have shot! We owe it to these wonderful creatures.
Lesson learned - AGAIN!
Jeff
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