This young 6 point was harvested 11-29-2007. While in the stand I heard a noise coming from behind the tree I was setting in. I slowly turned around in my deer stand to get a better view of what was sneaking up on me, when I noticed a doe walking through the woods just 35 away. I aimed and pulled the trigger only to find out that I had not turned off the safety. I am glad I didn't make that shot because this guy was hot on her heels. I waited for him to step into the field and I pulled the trigger. In my view the deer just disappeared. I was wondering where he went and when I walked up on him he fell right where he stood and rolled behind some brush.
This doe was taken November 30, 2007. It was the last evening hunt of the season and was about to climb down from my stand. I looked to the South and saw some white things wagging down the tree line heading my way. I watched 3 does run
almost a half a mile toward me. All the way I got more nervous with every step they took wondering of they would turn and go across the field or even give ma a chance at a shot. I told myself I would take the first deer that entered the woods a presented a shot. I was ready when she came into view from one of the trees edging the woods form the field. She was broad side but still moving when my first shot took out one of her front legs. She stumbled and recovered while running to my right. I followed her line with my shotgun and pumped in the next round. When I pulled the trigger, a large branch exploded about 20 feet from me. I saw the deer moving away from me and I slung another shot in her direction only to miss low with the 40 yard moving shot. I
didn't see her again for several seconds wondering if she went down with her injury. While scanning the woods I watched her step into view broadside 55 yards away. I took careful aim as this could be my last chance. My shot found its mark and the deer went down in her tracks. I field dressed her as the sun light was fading.
This doe was taken November 30, 2007. It was the last evening hunt of the season and was about to climb down from my stand. I looked to the South and saw some white things wagging down the tree line heading my way. I watched 3 does run almost a half a mile toward me. All the way I got more nervous with every step they took wondering of they would turn and go across the field or even give ma a chance at a shot. I told myself I would take the first deer that entered the woods a presented a shot. I was ready when she came into view from one of the trees edging the woods form the field. She was broad side but still moving when my first shot took out one of her front legs. She stumbled and recovered while running to my right. I followed her line with my shotgun and pumped in the next round. When I pulled the trigger, a large branch exploded about 20 feet from me. I saw the deer moving away from me and I slung another shot in her direction only to miss low with the 40 yard moving shot. I didn't see her again for several seconds wondering if she went down with her injury. While scanning the woods I watched her step into view broadside 55 yards away. I took careful aim as this could be my last chance. My shot found its mark and the deer went down in her tracks. I field dressed her as the sun light was fading.
