AT Hiker
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NW Dickson County. Like clock work, every year, these young deer drop around mid Feb.
The match set were laying about 2 feet apart.
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Where's the pics man?ruthunter":2v4ntmaj said:I got 7 Saturday morning in north MS
ruthunter":2j1ifivt said:I have a picture but don't know how to post anymore
Better late than never, congrats on finding him. Were you looking for him, shed hunting or just strolling through the woods when you found him?Don'tDrinkTinks":hy19bws1 said:Shot him 11/10 and found him Sunday
What gun were you using?Don'tDrinkTinks":2r6f1pnk said:Here's the rundown...
I hunt right on the fringe of a thicket in a river bottom and deer seem to just pop out at 60 or so yards. The second morning of gun season was a perfect setup for that stand... wind right in my face so if anything came out of the thicket they would have no clue I was there. He came out of the thick stuff and while he was making a scrape I was able to get a rock solid rest. Never been so calm before shooting a deer none the less a big deer. He was pretty much walking to my tree and was broadside / very slightly quartering to me. I stopped him at 16 steps ( i counted them off ) and boom. He bounded back into the thick stuff with his tail in the air. Def didn't look like he was on a death run... no mule kick, no stagger at the shot. Nothing. Had one small window I maybe could have slipped a follow up shot through but didn't want to chance it. He circled back to the four wheeler trail we walk in on head up slowly walking away. I was pissed.
I got down an hour later to where he was standing and nothing. No blood, no hair, no nothing. Walked to the edge of the thicket and nothing. I followed his path through the knee high grass and nothing. Walked to the four wheeler trail and walked up and down it probably 20 times. Nothing. I never found a single drop of blood. I just figured I straight up whiffed.
My rifle is zeroed at 200 and part of me thought I might have shot right over his back but it's been eating at me that I missed him at freaking 16 steps. Sunday we were shed hunting and I wanted to walk the thicket hoping we could find his sheds and we stumbled on some leg bones. We kept searching and never found anything else. My buddy walked back to the four wheeler trail to get the side by side and spotted some rib bones about 15 yards off the opposite side of the trail beside a fallen down tree and there he was. He was probably 40 or 50 yards from where I last saw him as he walked away.
Sad part was that we pretty much walked right by him for the rest of the season. Never smelled him, never saw him, never spotted buzzards. Nothing.
Maybe the bullet didn't expand much and just zipped through him? Maybe gut shot and exit and entry were clogged with gut? I have no clue.