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My luckiest deer ever! Buck with No bullet hole!
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<blockquote data-quote="41mag" data-source="post: 143035" data-attributes="member: 3804"><p>A young fellow bought the house across the street from me several years back. He was in his early 20's and was a hunting addict. He had a friend who had never taken a buck in his several years of hunting. Both of them got on a decent lease and together hunting season came along. They had been working it hard all summer to patturn the deer and such. The friend had set his box stand up several yards off a nice trail and was in it well before light one morning. </p><p></p><p>Well as things sometimes happen, the deer don't always follw any prescribed trail, and as such, he was sitting there when the young buck comes in right beside his stand. He had a 243, the make of which I cannot recall. The deer was up so close that he could not get the gun at an angle on the deer to allow him to properly see through his scope. More or less it was right outside the window, and in his excitement of trying to get in position he touched the trigger and the deer bolted. IT ran out about 20 yds from the stand, turned to look back and fell over dead as a hammer. The young fellow was elated in taking his first buck. </p><p></p><p>When they got home that evening, they came over and got me to show off his first buck. IT was mearly a yearling, but to one who has hunted for several years to take his first, it was a nice one. THen they stretched out the hide and told me to find the bullet hole. With the hide laid out hair side down, we all looked it over and there were no holes. The ribs were all fine as were all the rest of the meat. No damage what so ever. The only thing we could figure was he scared it to death when he shot so close to it, figureing heart attack. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif</p><p></p><p>stxhunter,</p><p></p><p>My pop always told me to never leave the rifle in the stand when you head out to answer those calls. One year I was stalking through the underbrush, following a pack of several does which had at least two which were looking pretty buck ready. I figured that in the dense cover I might have a chance of getting a decent one coaxed out, if I could keep from being busted. The morning was cool, and drizzling rain with hardly a breeze, which made slipping through the undergrowth nice and quiet. I had followed for several hundered yards keeping them just in sight as they grazed along at a slow pace. A couple of them decided that one little knol was a nice place to take a little nap and they all just sort of hung up there. As I was watching I got that notice that it was time to answer the call. Well I eased back to a point I could just see the heads of two or three which were still standing, and found a nice tree stump which was about the perfect height for a sit. I carefully eased into position and about the time I was through, I caught a glimpse of movement off to my right. I slowly moved my head around to see that I was totally busted sitting there with my TP in one hand and pants down. As I reached with my left hand to get my rifle, I could make out horns which extended out past the ears, and that they were decent in mass. The buck was standing less than 40 yds from me with his head down looking at me through the limbs and such, like what the heck is this thing doing. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif With the low light, and his dark horns up against his side and the dark undergrowth behind him, I couldn't get a count of points but could see he was decent. I slowly eased the safety off and shooting left handed, I drew a bead on his neck at the shoulder junction, and fired. The 130gr BT droped him on the spot and I finished up with my business. I was laughing to myself thinking ain't nobody gonna believe how this all came about. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif</p><p></p><p>The buck turned out to be a real suprise having thirteen points which could hang a ring, and seventeen including broke tips and nubs. </p><p><img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/41nag/58267830Amxrop_ph.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="41mag, post: 143035, member: 3804"] A young fellow bought the house across the street from me several years back. He was in his early 20's and was a hunting addict. He had a friend who had never taken a buck in his several years of hunting. Both of them got on a decent lease and together hunting season came along. They had been working it hard all summer to patturn the deer and such. The friend had set his box stand up several yards off a nice trail and was in it well before light one morning. Well as things sometimes happen, the deer don't always follw any prescribed trail, and as such, he was sitting there when the young buck comes in right beside his stand. He had a 243, the make of which I cannot recall. The deer was up so close that he could not get the gun at an angle on the deer to allow him to properly see through his scope. More or less it was right outside the window, and in his excitement of trying to get in position he touched the trigger and the deer bolted. IT ran out about 20 yds from the stand, turned to look back and fell over dead as a hammer. The young fellow was elated in taking his first buck. When they got home that evening, they came over and got me to show off his first buck. IT was mearly a yearling, but to one who has hunted for several years to take his first, it was a nice one. THen they stretched out the hide and told me to find the bullet hole. With the hide laid out hair side down, we all looked it over and there were no holes. The ribs were all fine as were all the rest of the meat. No damage what so ever. The only thing we could figure was he scared it to death when he shot so close to it, figureing heart attack. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] stxhunter, My pop always told me to never leave the rifle in the stand when you head out to answer those calls. One year I was stalking through the underbrush, following a pack of several does which had at least two which were looking pretty buck ready. I figured that in the dense cover I might have a chance of getting a decent one coaxed out, if I could keep from being busted. The morning was cool, and drizzling rain with hardly a breeze, which made slipping through the undergrowth nice and quiet. I had followed for several hundered yards keeping them just in sight as they grazed along at a slow pace. A couple of them decided that one little knol was a nice place to take a little nap and they all just sort of hung up there. As I was watching I got that notice that it was time to answer the call. Well I eased back to a point I could just see the heads of two or three which were still standing, and found a nice tree stump which was about the perfect height for a sit. I carefully eased into position and about the time I was through, I caught a glimpse of movement off to my right. I slowly moved my head around to see that I was totally busted sitting there with my TP in one hand and pants down. As I reached with my left hand to get my rifle, I could make out horns which extended out past the ears, and that they were decent in mass. The buck was standing less than 40 yds from me with his head down looking at me through the limbs and such, like what the heck is this thing doing. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img] With the low light, and his dark horns up against his side and the dark undergrowth behind him, I couldn't get a count of points but could see he was decent. I slowly eased the safety off and shooting left handed, I drew a bead on his neck at the shoulder junction, and fired. The 130gr BT droped him on the spot and I finished up with my business. I was laughing to myself thinking ain't nobody gonna believe how this all came about. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] The buck turned out to be a real suprise having thirteen points which could hang a ring, and seventeen including broke tips and nubs. [img]http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f285/41nag/58267830Amxrop_ph.jpg[/img] [/QUOTE]
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