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Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: springfeild twp,mercer co
I was hunting a 3 year old slashing next to a feild of xmas trees up in ashtabula county. Around 2 o'clock I had a nice 10 follow a doe right under my stand. I shot him at about 5 yds but he was walking and I hit a little back. He took about 3 big bounds then stopped beside the doe, and they walked off together. About 75 yds out he stopped and I watched him thru my binoclulars, his tounge hanging out, tail twitching. Stood there for 15 minutes then walked away to the north. At that point I could see blood on the leaves and on a couple small trees, so I figured to wait a couple hours before taking up the trail.
Then it started to snow. Well up in ashtabula county that can mean 4 or 5 inches an hour and when I got out of the tree at 4 o'clock there was an easy 6 inches down. No chance of following blood so I decided to make a big loop to the south and turn west then walk out on the far side of that feild of xmas trees to get back to my truck which was parked to the north. Didn't want to jump that buck so I made sure i looped far around his last direction of travel.
That feild of head high xmas trees had roads about every 20 rows, wide enough to drive a tractor. As I walked the edge of the feild I looked down those roadways just for the heck of it. On the last road the was an old hay wagon sitting that they hauled the trees on and there was something big under it with what looked like an antler sticking out. I figured no way could I be that lucky but when I looked with my binoculars it looked even more like a buck laying there. I walked up and there was that buck, dead, under that wagon. Probably only 50 yds from where I'd last seen him, but he must have turned out into those pines, crawled under that wagon and died.
Fast forward one year, same stand. We got a couple inches of slush up there that froze overnite. Noisey would be an understatement for my walk in the next morning, I waited till almost day lite, crashed my way in, the rattled hard as soon as I got in the stand. Figured mebey me walking in would be mistaken for a couple bucks by any other deer in the area. A couple minutes after I rattled I heard a deer coming and saw a rack coming thru those xmas trees. I knew he was a nice buck but lost sight of him as he entered that thick slashing but i could hear him getting closer, but i could't see him till he popped out at about 10 yds, obviously looking for those other bucks he'd heard. He was a wide thick short tined 10, and i was more than happy to take that 10 yd shot. Perfect hit, he ran right under the stand and looped back the way he came but I heard him crash just out of sight. I always wait a half hour and about 15 minutes into it i hear another deer coming. Here comes a bb, all by himself not a care in the world. He sees that down buck and throws on the brakes so hard I thought he was going to sit down. He watches it for a couple minutes then slowly starts stalking it. I still cannot see the down buck but the bb carefully walks around it a couple times, then follows the blood trail back right under the stand, obviously confused and intimidated. He eventually wanders off, I get down and retrieve the buck.
Those 2 bucks are the only 2 i shot off the same farm out of a couple dozen bucks I shot up there, and the only 2 that weren't pretty ordinary recoveries. That farm changed hands and I haven't been back, but I sure had a couple unusual experiences the 2 years I hunted there.