thewillweeks
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On another forum I belong to we have a kill thread, just a quick story and picture of our deer and I thought that'd be nice to have here.
This is my little spike (believe it or not, I thought it was a doe when I pulled the trigger). Stalked him about a mile on foot, he saw me and I thought I was done for. But, apparently he was a little on the dense side (along the caliber of depleted uranium) and came to challenge me. Smacked him in the shoulder at about 40 foot and then did a follow up shot as he fled that entered near the hip and carried all the way in to the other shoulder. He didn't make it 150 foot and dropped dead. So much for a .223 being "too little gun".
While we were field dressing him three deer wander through the open pasture less than 50 foot from us, stop and look at us as my sister scrambled for gun. She's not much for speed shooting and actually had to follow them in to their bedding area (where my spike had just come from) and promptly shot her own spike buck (again thinking she was shooting a doe) through the left lung, low. He went down but was still very alive so she followed up with a spine shot. We went up, poked him, he was dead. Went back, finished gutting mine, carried it the mile up to the car, and took the car back to get the truck. Upon returning with the truck I got out and realized her spike had and was trying to get up. My Glock 43 promptly solved that problem, I have no idea how he lived that long though, both of her shots were well placed.
Anyway, that's my deer season, all over so fast. Please, share your deer stories and pictures as you bring 'em down!
This is my little spike (believe it or not, I thought it was a doe when I pulled the trigger). Stalked him about a mile on foot, he saw me and I thought I was done for. But, apparently he was a little on the dense side (along the caliber of depleted uranium) and came to challenge me. Smacked him in the shoulder at about 40 foot and then did a follow up shot as he fled that entered near the hip and carried all the way in to the other shoulder. He didn't make it 150 foot and dropped dead. So much for a .223 being "too little gun".
While we were field dressing him three deer wander through the open pasture less than 50 foot from us, stop and look at us as my sister scrambled for gun. She's not much for speed shooting and actually had to follow them in to their bedding area (where my spike had just come from) and promptly shot her own spike buck (again thinking she was shooting a doe) through the left lung, low. He went down but was still very alive so she followed up with a spine shot. We went up, poked him, he was dead. Went back, finished gutting mine, carried it the mile up to the car, and took the car back to get the truck. Upon returning with the truck I got out and realized her spike had and was trying to get up. My Glock 43 promptly solved that problem, I have no idea how he lived that long though, both of her shots were well placed.
Anyway, that's my deer season, all over so fast. Please, share your deer stories and pictures as you bring 'em down!
