todd
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one year, way back then...lol, my dad, my youngest brother(13 or 14yo at the time) and me were out hunting for deer. i shot a doe earlier in morning and i went up to dad asked for the key to his truck so i could put my rifle in (you were only allowed to shoot deer one per day). he gave the me key and i told him you and him should go to my spot to get a deer for my brother. when i'm done, i'll push deer to you guys. they went to the spot and i left dragging the deer out.
when i got to the truck, i put the doe into the bed and then i put my rifle into the truck. then i ate a sandwich and drank my bottle of soda and then i go will back to the same spot. i was about 75 - 100 yards away from the spot, when i heard my brother's rifle go boom. so i stop and wait a couple of minutes. then i see my dad and brother get up and go to the spot where my brother shot at a deer. so i keep on walking to meet them....i walked and walked and walked because they walked. i go to myself, "what the heck are they doing? did wound the deer? dang it, i know he did." (heck and dang were NOT used, i'm remind myself that this a family forum) finally they stop and and i walk up to them. my brother is gutting a doe and my dad says and points "look over there." all i can see is is a half pattern of many, many spots of blood on the snow. i looked further at the trees and they are blood spattered. everything in 8 foot half a circle was blood spattered. jeez, i loaded up a 150gr hornady fn in '06 at about 2500fps or so. "where did shoot her?" i said. my brother goes red in the face, "in the neck, but i was aiming for the chest." i go "well you got her, but remember that the bullet could have gone into her guts and then you would see me mad."
my dad said "he must have been lucky, look at where he shot her." i look back thru the woods and i swear to God, that shot has to be 120-130 yards, thru the woods!!! that has be first time i ever heard "i shot him at 125 yards thru the woods." the only thing it needed was running thru woods would make me suspect. i can't believe he shot it, off hand at 120 some yards...some guys have all the luck.
now this is the part that the scope comes in. while me and my brother are resting on the drag, a small group of deer shows up. my dad still as tag so i whihper to my dad, "go ahead and shoot one of them." "you sure? you're the one who has to drag it out." he says. "go ahead" i say. he picked the biggest doe, which was about 25 yards or so, and bang........the deer ran off, including her. well, my dad had problems with his back and leg, so its up to me me to track her. i tell him "gimme the gun and keep on dragging while i get her." i was about 150 yards into it, when i came up to steep gully, it was 7 or 8" deep. well the tracks are there, so i follow them up and over. except the over part, i seen the doe laying there under some brush like 4 or 5 feet away, staring at me. so i quickly brought gun up to shoulder and i looked thru the scope and all i seen was brown. i looked at the scope and it was set to 9x......gosh durnit!!!(family forum) so i look for black eye, found it and boom. i drag the doe out of the brush and i began to look for where my dad shot it. well, he shot the front of the brisket. the bullet trail was on the outside of the doe. well, i said a few choice words about him and the shot and then i gutted it. i was dragging it back to the truck when i seen them, my brother was dragging the doe shot while my dad was limping on his cane. "why on earth do you have 9x?" i says. "oh" he says, "i never backed it down to 4x when i shot gun in." i said some more choice words and i dragged the doe out.
yes, i used choice words back then and i was angery and mad about everything and everybody. now it's more like calm and thoughtful, but it's once in a while some more choice words come out. my dad has passed this year, but not the stories about him.
when i got to the truck, i put the doe into the bed and then i put my rifle into the truck. then i ate a sandwich and drank my bottle of soda and then i go will back to the same spot. i was about 75 - 100 yards away from the spot, when i heard my brother's rifle go boom. so i stop and wait a couple of minutes. then i see my dad and brother get up and go to the spot where my brother shot at a deer. so i keep on walking to meet them....i walked and walked and walked because they walked. i go to myself, "what the heck are they doing? did wound the deer? dang it, i know he did." (heck and dang were NOT used, i'm remind myself that this a family forum) finally they stop and and i walk up to them. my brother is gutting a doe and my dad says and points "look over there." all i can see is is a half pattern of many, many spots of blood on the snow. i looked further at the trees and they are blood spattered. everything in 8 foot half a circle was blood spattered. jeez, i loaded up a 150gr hornady fn in '06 at about 2500fps or so. "where did shoot her?" i said. my brother goes red in the face, "in the neck, but i was aiming for the chest." i go "well you got her, but remember that the bullet could have gone into her guts and then you would see me mad."
my dad said "he must have been lucky, look at where he shot her." i look back thru the woods and i swear to God, that shot has to be 120-130 yards, thru the woods!!! that has be first time i ever heard "i shot him at 125 yards thru the woods." the only thing it needed was running thru woods would make me suspect. i can't believe he shot it, off hand at 120 some yards...some guys have all the luck.
now this is the part that the scope comes in. while me and my brother are resting on the drag, a small group of deer shows up. my dad still as tag so i whihper to my dad, "go ahead and shoot one of them." "you sure? you're the one who has to drag it out." he says. "go ahead" i say. he picked the biggest doe, which was about 25 yards or so, and bang........the deer ran off, including her. well, my dad had problems with his back and leg, so its up to me me to track her. i tell him "gimme the gun and keep on dragging while i get her." i was about 150 yards into it, when i came up to steep gully, it was 7 or 8" deep. well the tracks are there, so i follow them up and over. except the over part, i seen the doe laying there under some brush like 4 or 5 feet away, staring at me. so i quickly brought gun up to shoulder and i looked thru the scope and all i seen was brown. i looked at the scope and it was set to 9x......gosh durnit!!!(family forum) so i look for black eye, found it and boom. i drag the doe out of the brush and i began to look for where my dad shot it. well, he shot the front of the brisket. the bullet trail was on the outside of the doe. well, i said a few choice words about him and the shot and then i gutted it. i was dragging it back to the truck when i seen them, my brother was dragging the doe shot while my dad was limping on his cane. "why on earth do you have 9x?" i says. "oh" he says, "i never backed it down to 4x when i shot gun in." i said some more choice words and i dragged the doe out.
yes, i used choice words back then and i was angery and mad about everything and everybody. now it's more like calm and thoughtful, but it's once in a while some more choice words come out. my dad has passed this year, but not the stories about him.
