My mother became very ill a couple of weeks ago and I’d only been able to get in the woods a couple of times. She took a turn for the worse last week and passed away early Sunday morning. By yesterday afternoon we had pretty much wrapped up arrangements so I took the opportunity to slip up to the woods.
The Last few times that I had been out I was fooling around playing musical trees with a nice 7 point; after our last encounter I’d figured I knew the “perfect” tree to kill him from. I was in that tree last evening when at 4:45pm here comes a buck walking straight to me on a skid trail that passes by my tree. He came on until he reached an intersecting trail 20 yards in front of me. It would have been best if he’d made a right turn to take the trail west, but he hung a left and I only had a small window through which to shoot as he walked through. The window was too small to take a chance on stopping him so I took the walking shot.
I immediately had the impression the hit was a little far back. The buck ran about 30 yards then stopped and stood there twitching its tail, so I knew I had a hit but feared a gut shot. He walked another 15 yards till he almost disappeared over the lip of the bench; all I could see at that point was his tail twitching and then nothing. I waited 20 minutes and got down to look.
I had good blood where he was at the shot and a good blood trail leading away. I looked for the bolt for a few minutes but never found it in the logging tops covered with Mile-A-Minute weed, so I took the trail. There was a good blood trail to where he first stopped but then nothing. I walked to the edge of the bench and over a little a bunch of times looking for more blood but never found any. I decided to carefully pick out his most likely path from the last blood and found him right where I had last seen him. Don’t know how I walked right passed him so many times.
When I took the shot I thought it was the 7 point, but turned out it was a pretty nice 8 with a 14” inside spread and a big body. Turned out I had hit the back of one lung then through the liver and nicked the paunch.