Post by 2chucks2 on Oct 16, 2006 20:09:08 GMT -5
Saturday afternoon Oct. 14th
Saturday afternoon I headed back to the same stand near the water hole, as I drove into the farmers yard I could see him working in his shed. I was late but I stopped to talk to him. His name is Art and he is 75 years old. He stands about 6 feet tall but weighs only about 150 pounds. He was dress very warmly because of the low temps and the wind. He was wearing Carhart overalls that would have been brown if they weren’t covered with so many grease stains from working on his machinery. He was trying to hand large sheets of steel siding on his pole barn and was working alone. I helped him put up two sheets and he showed me the two bent sheets that the wind took from his hands. We talked about the number of deer that he has on his property. He cursed them and complained about the crop loss that he has, year after year. He said the this year, all of his crop damage tags were fill earlier than they had ever been. He told me about one hunter who shot 3 deer with a rifle in one evening and he told me about another hunter who shot four times in one evening and missed two deer and hit two other. He said that the hunter never found the deer and that most likely, the deer ran into the woods and died. Then Art said “GOOD” serves them right for eating all my corn. Art does not hunt because he is a very busy farmer but I could tell he would like to hunt because he had a real dislike for the deer. I told him that I would do my best to get rid of one for him. He told me to be safe and to make sure I wear a safety harness because a neighbor’s son had fallen from his stand and still had sore ribs. I thanked him and headed for my truck. I didn’t get to my tree until 4:45. I climbed to about 20 feet and could see the edge of the soybean field. and the irrigation pipes near the water hole. The water is not visible because of the sand piles.
The wind was cold and blowing right in my face as it came from the swamp. The afternoon went by fast and when the sun finally went behind two large pine trees, it took the wind with it. I could finally hear and with everything still, I could try to catch movement again, At 6:00 pm I saw legs waling in the swamp. It was two yearlings. They waled out of the swamp in the same spot the deer had waled out on Friday afternoon and the same spot the spike walked out that morning. Behind them was the large doe that I was hoping to get. One yearling walked to my right and would eventually get down wind of me. The other one stopped 15 yards in front of me. The doe would not come out and instead, just stood there looking in my direction. She was uneasy and then stomped he front foot. Both yearlings stopped and I feared they would all run off again like they had done on Friday afternoon. The yearling that was in front of me had stopped with it’s head behind a large tree, quartering slight away from me. The cirle shows where the deer stood. The large tree on the left blocked it’s view.
I raised my bow and placed my 20 yard pin just below center and straight up the front leg on the far side. I remember the kisser button in the corner of my mouth and the string touching my nose. I put my finger on the trigger of the release and squeezed. The arow hit exactly where I aimed and the deer jumped up and spun around to head back the direction it came from. The other deer was also headed back into the swamp and they ran right into each other. The deer I had hit fell from running into the other deer and in doing so, turned and headed to my right and towards the irrigation pipes and the water hole. I could see the exit hole and the blood poring from it. The deer was kicking it’s back legs and shaking it’s head. It stopped and stood about 40 yards from my tree and then the rear legs gave out. It struggled to get back up but fell and kicked. This was the view of the down deer from my stand. You can see the irrigation pipes.
I could see the head and the white patch on the throat.
The doe ran back into the swamp about 50 yards and started blowing and continued the whole time I was climbing down. I walked over to where the deer stood so I could retrieve my arrow. The Muzzy Phantom was buried deeply into the swamp floor.
I pulled it out and after taking a pic of it, I slapped it against a tree to knock the mud off it. I will e-sharpen it and use it again.
I didn’t need to blood track the deer because I could see it from where I stood but I like to track deer and I wanted to see the type of blood trail it left. The trail was heavy and easy to follow
This is where the deer fell. This is the entrance wound
I flipped the deer to see he exit hole
I tagged the deer and dragged it to the other side of the irrigation pipes so I could load it into my truck. I left the deer and my bow and went back for my climbing stand. I took the deer back to the farmers house and knocked on his door. I told him that I had helped get rid of one of his crop eaters. He looked into the bed of my truck and smiled and said “Good” He said that it would be good eating because it was corn and bean feed. I shook his hand and thanked him and headed back to my parents house do get rid of the guts.
The Skullworks hat was lucky again.
The 4 bladed Phantom did a great job. It entered behind the 8th rib
And exited through the 5th rib and the shoulder.
I had gone through the top of the near side lung and completly severed the wind pipe and exited the middle of the far lung.
In the end, I had helped Art with his deer problem and I helped myself by getting my Earn-A-Buck sticker so I can finally go after a buck.
Saturday afternoon I headed back to the same stand near the water hole, as I drove into the farmers yard I could see him working in his shed. I was late but I stopped to talk to him. His name is Art and he is 75 years old. He stands about 6 feet tall but weighs only about 150 pounds. He was dress very warmly because of the low temps and the wind. He was wearing Carhart overalls that would have been brown if they weren’t covered with so many grease stains from working on his machinery. He was trying to hand large sheets of steel siding on his pole barn and was working alone. I helped him put up two sheets and he showed me the two bent sheets that the wind took from his hands. We talked about the number of deer that he has on his property. He cursed them and complained about the crop loss that he has, year after year. He said the this year, all of his crop damage tags were fill earlier than they had ever been. He told me about one hunter who shot 3 deer with a rifle in one evening and he told me about another hunter who shot four times in one evening and missed two deer and hit two other. He said that the hunter never found the deer and that most likely, the deer ran into the woods and died. Then Art said “GOOD” serves them right for eating all my corn. Art does not hunt because he is a very busy farmer but I could tell he would like to hunt because he had a real dislike for the deer. I told him that I would do my best to get rid of one for him. He told me to be safe and to make sure I wear a safety harness because a neighbor’s son had fallen from his stand and still had sore ribs. I thanked him and headed for my truck. I didn’t get to my tree until 4:45. I climbed to about 20 feet and could see the edge of the soybean field. and the irrigation pipes near the water hole. The water is not visible because of the sand piles.
The wind was cold and blowing right in my face as it came from the swamp. The afternoon went by fast and when the sun finally went behind two large pine trees, it took the wind with it. I could finally hear and with everything still, I could try to catch movement again, At 6:00 pm I saw legs waling in the swamp. It was two yearlings. They waled out of the swamp in the same spot the deer had waled out on Friday afternoon and the same spot the spike walked out that morning. Behind them was the large doe that I was hoping to get. One yearling walked to my right and would eventually get down wind of me. The other one stopped 15 yards in front of me. The doe would not come out and instead, just stood there looking in my direction. She was uneasy and then stomped he front foot. Both yearlings stopped and I feared they would all run off again like they had done on Friday afternoon. The yearling that was in front of me had stopped with it’s head behind a large tree, quartering slight away from me. The cirle shows where the deer stood. The large tree on the left blocked it’s view.
I raised my bow and placed my 20 yard pin just below center and straight up the front leg on the far side. I remember the kisser button in the corner of my mouth and the string touching my nose. I put my finger on the trigger of the release and squeezed. The arow hit exactly where I aimed and the deer jumped up and spun around to head back the direction it came from. The other deer was also headed back into the swamp and they ran right into each other. The deer I had hit fell from running into the other deer and in doing so, turned and headed to my right and towards the irrigation pipes and the water hole. I could see the exit hole and the blood poring from it. The deer was kicking it’s back legs and shaking it’s head. It stopped and stood about 40 yards from my tree and then the rear legs gave out. It struggled to get back up but fell and kicked. This was the view of the down deer from my stand. You can see the irrigation pipes.
I could see the head and the white patch on the throat.
The doe ran back into the swamp about 50 yards and started blowing and continued the whole time I was climbing down. I walked over to where the deer stood so I could retrieve my arrow. The Muzzy Phantom was buried deeply into the swamp floor.
I pulled it out and after taking a pic of it, I slapped it against a tree to knock the mud off it. I will e-sharpen it and use it again.
I didn’t need to blood track the deer because I could see it from where I stood but I like to track deer and I wanted to see the type of blood trail it left. The trail was heavy and easy to follow
This is where the deer fell. This is the entrance wound
I flipped the deer to see he exit hole
I tagged the deer and dragged it to the other side of the irrigation pipes so I could load it into my truck. I left the deer and my bow and went back for my climbing stand. I took the deer back to the farmers house and knocked on his door. I told him that I had helped get rid of one of his crop eaters. He looked into the bed of my truck and smiled and said “Good” He said that it would be good eating because it was corn and bean feed. I shook his hand and thanked him and headed back to my parents house do get rid of the guts.
The Skullworks hat was lucky again.
The 4 bladed Phantom did a great job. It entered behind the 8th rib
And exited through the 5th rib and the shoulder.
I had gone through the top of the near side lung and completly severed the wind pipe and exited the middle of the far lung.
In the end, I had helped Art with his deer problem and I helped myself by getting my Earn-A-Buck sticker so I can finally go after a buck.
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