Gun season opened Sat. here in Indiana. I have not been deer hunting in several years so I broke out my old seldom shot .50. I got up got to the woods and settled just as a glow was showing in the east.
I set until the old bum was numb and started still hunting. I hadn't gone 20 yards and I bumped a doe. Great probly the only one I will see today I thoutht. I was hunting a small wood lot that desnt hold many deer but they use it to travel from feild to field and other properties that arnt open to hunt. To make a long story short I kind of scouted out the area a little better and found a spot to go to on an afternoon hut when they come out in the corn field. It was still early so I sat down on top of this hill over looking where I had been hunting earlier. After about 20 min I see movement and it is another doe coming down the trail at a slow walk. I put the sights behind her front leg and pulled the trigger and nothing happend. I carry a vent pick tied on a string and it had wrapped around the hammer. I recked my gun unwrapped the string reset the trigger looked down and she had me made. She was now quartering towards me at about 80 yards. I held for the ceter of her chest hit the set trigger BOOM. As the smoke cleared I see here run out the other side of the woods tail tucked. I try to reload and get the ball stuck. Was using a thicker material that I had been using in my .40 but Had not tryed in the .50. I laid the gun down and went down to where she had been standing. No Blood but a tuft of grey hair. I thought great now what.
I then walke out to the bean field a found where she came out alot of blood and to chunks of fat about the sise of a 1/2 doller.
I go back get my gun go home get the Steel range rod and hammer the stuck ball home grab a sandwich and head back to the woods. WE followed the blood trail across the bean field into a unpicked corn field until we lost the blood trail.
It was 3 hrs. and about 1 1/2 miles from the 6time we started tracking. I was sick and bushed with still a walk back.
Sure wish I knew where I hit her .
Berk
I set until the old bum was numb and started still hunting. I hadn't gone 20 yards and I bumped a doe. Great probly the only one I will see today I thoutht. I was hunting a small wood lot that desnt hold many deer but they use it to travel from feild to field and other properties that arnt open to hunt. To make a long story short I kind of scouted out the area a little better and found a spot to go to on an afternoon hut when they come out in the corn field. It was still early so I sat down on top of this hill over looking where I had been hunting earlier. After about 20 min I see movement and it is another doe coming down the trail at a slow walk. I put the sights behind her front leg and pulled the trigger and nothing happend. I carry a vent pick tied on a string and it had wrapped around the hammer. I recked my gun unwrapped the string reset the trigger looked down and she had me made. She was now quartering towards me at about 80 yards. I held for the ceter of her chest hit the set trigger BOOM. As the smoke cleared I see here run out the other side of the woods tail tucked. I try to reload and get the ball stuck. Was using a thicker material that I had been using in my .40 but Had not tryed in the .50. I laid the gun down and went down to where she had been standing. No Blood but a tuft of grey hair. I thought great now what.
I then walke out to the bean field a found where she came out alot of blood and to chunks of fat about the sise of a 1/2 doller.
I go back get my gun go home get the Steel range rod and hammer the stuck ball home grab a sandwich and head back to the woods. WE followed the blood trail across the bean field into a unpicked corn field until we lost the blood trail.
It was 3 hrs. and about 1 1/2 miles from the 6time we started tracking. I was sick and bushed with still a walk back.
Sure wish I knew where I hit her .
Berk
