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Post by apexpredator on Jan 26, 2008 19:42:13 GMT -6
Do any of you guys have any painful stories about the big one that ducked an arrow or that was hit and lost. If so and its not to painful to talk about I would like to hear some. I know I do and they show up in my dreams from time to time. like the deer I mentioned in the deer poll posting. Heres the rest of the story I crept down the edge of a field right under a group of roosting turkeys which decided to all throw a fit i thought they would spook him but it actually helped cover my noise. and took a shot at a monster non-typical with a couple of drops and huge mass. Just a gorgeous specimen. Any way what I didnt tell is that on the first shot at 30 yards broadside i clipped a single strand hotwire fence and missed completely the deer ran about sixty yards and stopped I grunted at him and he came and stood in almost the exact same spot. So I stedied my self and sent what looked to be the perfect shot. I was so sure i got him I called my brother and told him I just smoked a monster. He came out and helped me trail him but never found him. On a positive note the deer was seen later that year and the following year and appeared to be doing quite well, but i see him and replay that day quite often.
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Post by brian89 on Jan 27, 2008 7:40:58 GMT -6
man apexpredator, I would have more nightmares of that than I could imagine, that sucks!! had to be the hotwire huh??
It was the first wednesday of rifle season when that rainy cold front came through when I had a haunting episode .. I was hunting on my grandparents land , which was covered in scrapes and rubs. I had set in the general area the first weekend , but i had to be on the other side due to the wind.. First weekend I saw 5 does and a doe that was getting chased by a buck but i could never see the buck , I just heard him grunting , he never came out of the thick.. The small block of timber I decided to set in is borderd by a small draw that runs out to the west and two rye grass fields to the east. I had not step foot in those woods all season yet. I got up on a high point about 30 yards from where the really thick stuff was and set down up against a huge tree in my fold out hunting chair. I was scanning the area looking out on those fields for anything and kinda daydreaming like i know all of you have done, when i turned my head slowly back to infront of me and there at 25yards was mack daddy buck.. he froze as i did too.. Then he started moving his head up and down trying to figure me out, all this time i was cocking my encore and tryin to figure out what the hell i was goin to do next.. about 10 seconds went by then he snorted and took off to the east.. I jumped up and drew down on him and started grunting loudly to get him to stop, Well he stopped, but to my luck he stopped right behind a fallen down dead cedar, there was a small hole about the size of a basketball that all i could see was his head and white patch on his neck, put the cross hairs on his white and shot, he took off and i never seen him again.. I looked for hours for blood, hair ect.. I walked the whole place out and never found anything.. If I would of hit him he would of dropped, 30-06 in the neck would drop him cold.. I figured that buck to be around a 140-150inch deer, from what i saw he was a big 8 or 10, dark rack, mass all the way out his main beams.. definatly would of been my biggest buck.. but heck, thats why we call it hunting...If we got them everytime it wouldnt be as fun..
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Post by apexpredator on Jan 27, 2008 16:36:31 GMT -6
That sucks hopefully it was a clean miss. The one I stuck would have been my biggest by far. I also have a great elk haunting my dreams that i will tell about when I have more time.
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Post by ECHIV on Jan 27, 2008 19:56:01 GMT -6
In 2002 I had a chance to hunt on a ranch in East Texas where we were renting a home at the time. I got all nostalgic and took a Winchester Model 94 to a pond near the house. (I usually hunt with a bolt action .308.) I didn't bother to sight it in. (Stupid mistakes always wind up costing you, don't they?) Right before dusk a monster stopped by the pond and tuned up on a rubbed out cedar tree on the opposite side of the pond. When my pulse was somewhere shy of 200 I sighted on his broadside chest at about 45 yards Max. After the shot he looked at me and with his ears on full alert and spread wide there was a noticable gap between them and the inside spread on his antlers. The tines on his rack were taller than his head and very heavy. After the second shot he decided to go somewhere less noisy. I went to the rifle range the next week and the rifle was a foot low at 50 feet downrange. I don't think those bullets ever got anywhere near the deer. One other resident on the ranch said he had seen the same deer and it was a booker for sure. The day after season I saw him and a group of 3 does eating persimmons from a tree out of my back yard.
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Post by thecoleman on Jan 27, 2008 22:31:58 GMT -6
yea my life is a painful deer hunting story and to top that off one of the best years to go i was stuck in BFE
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Post by apexpredator on Jan 28, 2008 19:47:40 GMT -6
man echiv thats tough but ill bet a mistake like that wont happen to you again. It seems that when you are least expecting it or don't have things dialed in is when you see the big ones.
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Post by redmist on Jan 31, 2008 20:23:02 GMT -6
just about every time
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