Primitive Archer
Main Discussion Area => Shooting and Hunting => Topic started by: turtle on November 24, 2015, 10:17:12 am
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Yesterday I awoke to a chilly 18 deg f. Had trouble getting motivated and didn't get to my stand until after 7am. Around 8:30 a small 8 point came thru and offered me a perfect 12 yard shot. I normally pass on ones this small but I was 19 days into my 21 days off and hadn't even saw a mature buck yet, so I decided to fill my buck tag. Shot looked great. 30" cane shaft with trade point buried up to fletching in his ribs. Gave him a while and started on his trail. I'm color blind so blood trails are meaningless to me. I could track him fine at first by overturned leaves on the frosty ground. Found both halves of my arrow within the first 50 yards. About a hundred yards out he had quit running and I could no longer see his tracks but I figured he couldn't have went much farther so I cast about some but couldn't find him so I went after some help. My non colorblind brother came out and tried to trail him. He found maybe a dozen small drops of blood with the last one about 50 yards past where I had lost his trail. We started to grid search the thick brush but by 12:30 still hasn't found any more sign so we called in two more people to help extend our search. My father finally found him about 3:15. The hillside he was found on has brush so thick you can only see 20 to 30 feet in front of you. He had traveled a good 700 yards after being double lunged. A coyote had found him first and had him half gutted and a small part of one rear flank eaten. Then while I was dressing him out my knife slipped and sliced the skin clean off on the top of my knuckle of my left index finger. After we finally got him home I went inside to tend to my finger while my brother and father took care of the deer. Wife took one look at my finger a said I was going to emergency room or else. I went out to tell dad and brother where we were going to find them just finishing skinning him. That's when I realized I had never took any pictures. Luckily my brother had taken one while I was pulling my truck down to load up the deer.(http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u437/stevenbennett2/2015%20deer/IMG_20151123_154403904.jpg)(http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u437/stevenbennett2/2015%20deer/IMG_20151123_165508523.jpg)
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Nice work, no finger pictures either?
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Nice deer and shot on him.You earned that one.A relative story I'll tell here of one of my friends this year.This big buck was shot the first time slicing his heart with a long bow.These fellas chased this deer 2 days jumping him 3 or 4 times putting 4 more arrows in him 2 of which were compound double lung shots.It's amazing sometimes how much adrenaline they got.I'm sure this incident was'nt your first rodeo either.Everyone seems to go through something like that at one time or another.What did you shoot him with?
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Nice deer, Turtle. At least the deer was considerate enough to have that stick attached to his antlers to help you get him out of the woods. ;D
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I love hearing stories where the hunter doesn't give up, for anything. Nice job Steve.
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Nice work, no finger pictures either?
I was taught that its not nice to show people the finger. ::)
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Nice deer and shot on him.You earned that one.A relative story I'll tell here of one of my friends this year.This big buck was shot the first time slicing his heart with a long bow.These fellas chased this deer 2 days jumping him 3 or 4 times putting 4 more arrows in him 2 of which were compound double lung shots.It's amazing sometimes how much adrenaline they got.I'm sure this incident was'nt your first rodeo either.Everyone seems to go through something like that at one time or another.What did you shoot him with?
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Definitely not my first rodeo. Shot him with a short bendy handle osage bow.
(http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u437/stevenbennett2/2015%20deer/IMG_20151124_151652879.jpg)
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Cool!!!!
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Got the hide stretched already too......cool!!!!!I can see where the yotes ate.I had coyotes eat a bit of a button buck on me overnight too a couple of years ago.Way to hang in there.
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Nice deer, but a shame about your finger.
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Hope you have a good time with that finger. Great deer. Congrats!
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Way to stick with it, been there done that and sometimes that is just what you have to do.
Nice deer. My rule is if they are hit anywhere from behind the front shoulder to the front of the hind quarter,3 inches down from the top and 3 inches up from the bottom they are going to die, it is just a matter of finding them and I don't give up until I have exhausted all options, hit anywhere else it's a toss up and may or may not live, most likely will unless they go down quick. :) I love the way everyone jumped in to help, we do the same. Someone gets one hit the hunt is over for all until we find it or give up. :) Hope the finger heals fast. ;)
Pappy
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Nice work with the deer, shame about the finger... and you broke an arrow too ::).
You gotta be more careful ;)
Hope the finger heals up quick.
Del
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Thanks for the concern about my finger. Only thing missing is skin. Wife insisting that I needed a tetanus shot was the only reason I went to emergency room. Its legal here in Ohio to use a leashed dog to track wounded deer. Been thinking about getting one to train just for that. Sure would make those tough trails a lot easier.
(http://i1067.photobucket.com/albums/u437/stevenbennett2/2015%20deer/IMG_20151124_220859385.jpg)
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Say I've used a jack russel a few times.Found me three deer.
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You may as well make finger steaks for your first taste of this deer...it's only fitting!
My father was a meat cutter his entire life. He retired at age 78 and could still count to ten on his fingers! HOWEVER, once he took the skin off the side of his thumb, all the way down to the meat. They packed the hand in ice and rushed him to the E.R. Meanwhile, the store manager told the rest of the crew in the cutting room to look for the piece, just in case they could sew it back on. When the wrapper found the piece, she packed it on ice and called the store manager who in turn called the E.R.
By then they had already seen my father's thunb and told him that it would eventually heal over, gave him tetanus boosters, etc. When the store manager heard that they would not need the piece, he called back to the meatroom and said, "Forget it, they don't need it. Wrap it and price it!"
When Dad got back to work a few days later, there it was, on a plastic tray, wrapped in clear plastic with a bar code and a price!
Good work on your buck, brother!