Opening weekend of deer season .... take 3! This is the 3rd year that Thomas and I have traveled to my parents for opening weekend of deer season. With our schedules, we pretty much get one weekend to hunt, so this is it! The first year, I shot a deer at quite a distance, it fell down, got up & ran away. We didn't find it until the following weekend (okay, we went two weekends that year). Last year we went up and didn't even see a deer! So, we went up this weekend with high hopes for deer that we haven't gotten the past two years.
Saturday morning we went out before sunrise and didn't see much of anything. We saw a couple of deer, but nobody had a good shot. ... back to the house for lunch & a nap. We woke up and decided to head back out just before sunset. We went back out to my great-grandmother's place and stood along an area that has some trees along a shelter belt with a swampy area at the bottom --- a perfect place for deer. So, its getting darker and I hear something walking down below. I slowly move forward and down the hill (think Elmer Fudd stalking the wabbit here). Just as I get to the bottom I see a deer peek over the ravine. I slowly start bringing my rifle up to shoot her as she is watching me. In my head, the monologue runs "here we have the mighty huntress, stalking her prey, waiting for the critical moment...." I sight down the scope and shoot....I MISS! CRAP! I run forward just as I see 4 more deer head out. Thomas starts running down the ravine toward me as I go to chamber another round, only to find out ... my magazine had fallen out of my gun. CRAP again! I grab a shell and manually put it into the chamber and work the bolt. The deer were graciously waiting for me. I sight on another deer (now a LOT farther away).. I shoot & MISS! I shoot again, and miss again (I think). By this time Thomas has reached me and I'm a little frustrated. I look across the swampy area between two trees and see what I think is a log. I look through my scope and nope, its a deer! I sight in on it, gently press the trigger and....she goes down! YAY!! Thomas sees the other deer that I've missed on top of the other side of the ravine and takes a shot. We found my deer on the other side. She had apparently gotten up from where I shot her, walked about 30 feet, and died. We did find another blood trail but couldn't find any dead animal at the end.
Yep, I'm a little happy that I got her!We decided to go back out Sunday morning so Thomas could get his deer. We went to the same ravine thinking they would be there again. We waited an hour or so and they didn't show so Thomas decided to walk the fence-line of the shelter belt. He gets all the way across and stops. (I'm following way behind in the pickup). He shoots ... and the deer goes down! ONE SHOT! Apparently there was another deer there as well, bigger than the one he shot, but we only had one permit each. However, we both got our deer this year and are happy about that. We will have deer meat this winter! :)
Note the "dead pose" of the deer -- the tongue is sticking out! :)