Hicks, congratulations! Great write up, great pictures and another memory for the books!!
Hope your dad makes a full recovery.
Now for some Q&A....where'd ya hit him and did you ever find any blood? "Cold" tracking a deer is a task, to do and recover it in a CRP field is needle in the haystack shit! Congrats again man!
Umm. . . I was trying to avoid this. :redface::smiley_bagonhead::smiley_couch:
Think maybe we can leave it at "I am a blessed, fortunate, and lucky man?"
It was not entirely CRP. "CRP like" strip roughly 100yds wide, corn beyond to the east, clover field to the north roughly 75yds. I watched him exit out of the tall grassy area which helped immensely. I lost which direction he went in the clover/brassica plot.
Went back to stand, scanned area from above and replayed the events in my head several times of where he was bedded, stood up, walked, was shot, and direction he left this area. Got down and found hoof print where he took off running. No blood. Got to clover and found another hoof print. Had a hard frost that morning and it was weird only seeing one hoof print every so often. Continued on path he traveled finding one hoof print broken thru the semi-frozen hard surface into the mud. Saw one hoof print maybe every 15 yards or sometimes 20-30yds between them. Just weird. When I found him I realized why. . . .
When I followed him in the scope he was going diagonally away from me to the left. Hard quartering away shot and I was waiting and hoping for something more broadsided. He was fidgety and nervous. I continued to follow him with my scope drifting up and left as he cautiously walked away. I held the crosshairs on the rear of the rib cage to exit thru the heart. My finger was on the trigger and I had just a bit of pressure on it. He did one of those moves a jumpy deer does. He dropped maybe 3-6", swung his head to look over his right shoulder, and apparently his hind quarters went a little bit to the left as well. Ummm. . . .with light pressure on the trigger already and thinking he was about to bolt any second. . . . when he quickly jerked his head to look right, I also tensed up. Uh huh, I made Steve Hoytmania proud. Nailed him in the left rear ham on a downward angle. 100gr Pyrodex with a Hornady SST 300gr sabot never exited his rear quarter. Disintegrated in there and destroyed the femoral artery and the hip was toast. Never saw blood until I was 10 feet from him. The one hoof print I kept seeing had to be his right rear taking on the extra weight as he took off. At the angle he was walking away the shot was either off 3-6" to the right or his hind quarters just moved that much to the left when he looked to the right. I won't act like I am proud of the shot placement. My brain was on autopilot and finger applied too much pressure. I won't brag about what a great shot or hunter I am. Like I said, I am a blessed man. Lucky, fortunate, whatever you want to call it, the fact it was a lethal shot AND I was able to recover him 4-5hrs later prove so much. I would rather be lucky than good any day. Not proud of it, but not too proud to fess up about it either. If I am anything, I am honest. (And dumb. I should have pleaded the fifth.) lmao