Protrucker
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Friday, my buddy, Don & I went hunting on one of our hunting club’s properties. I walked in about ½ mile to an area that we know the deer travel thru when they’re pushed off the top of the mountain while Don took a long walk around to the other side & back up over the top. I got into place & waited. I was sitting on a rock facing the steep ridge that the deer come down when they are moved off the top. The plan worked out great. It wasn’t long until I heard the racket of three deer walking down off the top about 80-90 yards to my left. I pulled the cock back & rested my left elbow on my knee to get a stable aim. The deer stopped & one gave me a clear shot. As I squeezed the trigger they started to move, but when the smoke cleared enough to see I could the deer on the ground making its last kick. I reloaded and, since I had two tags, sat back down to wait in case any more deer came by before Don got there. About ten minutes later I saw another bunch of deer (at least a half dozen) run down off the hill farther away than the first three. There was no chance of even considering a shot at any of them. Don followed them only a couple minutes later, but he was on the track of the ones that came by when I shot. He was dragging a deer behind him too! When he got down to my deer I got up & walked over. We talked for a minute & looked at the deer. I saw that I had hit the deer and punched a hole right thru the neck and commented, “I wasn’t aiming for the neck. I must not have shot as well as I thought. I guess that I just got lucky that time.” Then I gutted mine out & we headed for the truck. It was a very productive afternoon. 
Now”¦”¦.as Paul Harvey says, “for the rest of the story.”
Saturday, Don & I met up at the property again and hunted the opposite side of the mountain until he got called in to work. (He works road maintenance/plowing) He left & I hunted for a while until I got cold, and then went to the truck to warm up and eat lunch. Don got done working & we met up again and decided to do the same drive as Friday, except he would sit & I’d walk around & over the top of the mountain. I saw a lot of deer, six or seven in one group, and a couple in another group. Later, I saw a few more. The problem is, for some reason they would not go the right direction. Every group of deer would turn & go away from where I was trying to push them. When I got over to Don and asked if any came by he shook his head. Then, he asked me, “When you shot that deer yesterday, were there any others with it?” I said, “Yea, there were two others & a few minutes later a bunch came down further out. Why?” Don replied, “Because there’s another deer laying over there on the road (an old log/quarry road) with a hole in it.” I said, “What, no way!” He headed for the deer & I walked over to the gut pile from the deer that I got Friday. There were two sets of tracks going away from the gut pile. One went out & curved to the right. I followed the other tracks as they curved to the left and went to where Don was now standing near the other dead deer. This deer had a hole in it right behind the left shoulder. That’s exactly where I had aimed when I shot on Friday! As near as I can figure it out, when the deer started to move while I was squeezing the trigger, the one that got hit in the neck must have stepped into the shot. It happened so quick that I didn’t realize what had happened.
"And that's the rest of the story."
That’s two years in a row that I’ve gotten a “two-fer!” :shocked2:
Now”¦”¦.as Paul Harvey says, “for the rest of the story.”
Saturday, Don & I met up at the property again and hunted the opposite side of the mountain until he got called in to work. (He works road maintenance/plowing) He left & I hunted for a while until I got cold, and then went to the truck to warm up and eat lunch. Don got done working & we met up again and decided to do the same drive as Friday, except he would sit & I’d walk around & over the top of the mountain. I saw a lot of deer, six or seven in one group, and a couple in another group. Later, I saw a few more. The problem is, for some reason they would not go the right direction. Every group of deer would turn & go away from where I was trying to push them. When I got over to Don and asked if any came by he shook his head. Then, he asked me, “When you shot that deer yesterday, were there any others with it?” I said, “Yea, there were two others & a few minutes later a bunch came down further out. Why?” Don replied, “Because there’s another deer laying over there on the road (an old log/quarry road) with a hole in it.” I said, “What, no way!” He headed for the deer & I walked over to the gut pile from the deer that I got Friday. There were two sets of tracks going away from the gut pile. One went out & curved to the right. I followed the other tracks as they curved to the left and went to where Don was now standing near the other dead deer. This deer had a hole in it right behind the left shoulder. That’s exactly where I had aimed when I shot on Friday! As near as I can figure it out, when the deer started to move while I was squeezing the trigger, the one that got hit in the neck must have stepped into the shot. It happened so quick that I didn’t realize what had happened.
"And that's the rest of the story."
That’s two years in a row that I’ve gotten a “two-fer!” :shocked2:
