bigshovel
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This post has brought up HORRIBLE memories of the relatives of the devil."DEER" Two years ago around 10:00 pm in late November peak of the whitetail rut here in Pa my phone rang. My hysterical wife on the line saying she hit a BIG buck and its still alive and I have to do something. Me in shorts, slippers and a tee shirt agree to go help. Now I'm 6'3 and a solid 240lbs. young and am about to learn how stupid I really am. I get to the scene on the road we live on and my unconsolable wife is pointing up on the bank at where you can audibly hear the devil that she hit. Now remember I'm not smart enough to put shoes, long pants or a coat on. I have a perfectly good rifle in the truck, but its late and I don't want to disturb the neighbors. So I go with the flashlight and 9" fixed blade knife up the snow covered bank. The deer is now visible at about 50 feet and is in the high 150's rack wise and a stong 170lb plus. It tries to stand but has left front leg boken and right rear leg broken. After seeing the state this thing was in my confidence was boosted big time. My not very smart plan went as follow: Spook deer 5 feet toward downed tree, no problem worked good. Next find 3"+ x 4 or so feet long tree branch, got it. Now as I calculated this in my head I will place large branch in antlers as I jump on this poor wounded deers back my body mass will contain deer, arm will hold antler other arm will slit throat. Beacause I don't want to disturb neighbors with gunfire at 10:00 pm. WOW did that not go well. The first round lasted until branch pinned my arm between tree and his antler, now we're 20 yards from where we started. Round two, I'm bleeding was pretty sure from the legs, 100 more yards in under 5 seconds. I'm feeling the way he looks. About 12 more minutes of of this nonsense and my knife is gone. I hung flashlight in tree hobbled back to truck listened to my wifes babble as I angrily loaded my .308, followed my own blood trail 150 yards and resolved the matter. I lost 1 knife, 1 slipper, tore my tee shirt off, needed 12 stiches on my left knee and had to total wifes car. I don't answer the phone anymore after 9:00 pm.
Brad
Brad