B.Habermehl
45 Cal.
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- Jul 29, 2004
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I took Friday off from work. :grin: Got up at 0-dark thirty, drove out to the farm. Visited with the farm dog so she wouldn't bark her head off. The headed out to my climber. Climbed about 15 feet up in the tree and settled in. After the owls stopped hootin it got a bit lighter. A few tweety birds are pecking around me. About 7 the first squirrel bounds by underneath me. A bit later I hear a crunch to my right.. Slowly I turn and see a good sized doe coming twards me. Boy is she on red alert! Her two yearlings are about 20 yds back. She takes a step, looks around wait acouple minutes then another. She stops and stares at the permenant tree stand 35 yd away. Boy is she burning holes in that stand! Then she does the head bob and step thing. The turns and stares at me. Dang! I'm busted I think. I freeze and slowly close my eyes a bit and look away abit. She relaxes abit. I flip off the leather frizzen cover, my second safety. The breeze picks up and I use the rustling to cover pulling the hammer back to full cock. Never mind the tree I'm in is swaying. Ok deer take two more steps and get your head behind that tree so I can raise this rifle. She takes 4 or 5, but I get the rifle up anyhow. The front sight finds the crease of her shoulder. The .58 roars, smoke and brimstone fill the air. She turns and dashes jumps a pile of brush, and dissapears down the slope. Did she get rubber legged at that brush? I ratchet my way down the tree and disconnect my safety harness. Reloading the rifle I wonder if I did see her get rubberleggy? I walk over the the spot I thought she was standing. No blood or hair. Not that surprizing I think so I start to zig zag on her exit route. No blood so far I come to the slope and turn to the left. I go about 20 or 30 yds no sign. Turn around pick my way along. Aha! There is the brush pile! I see a bloody skid mark, then another. I look down the bank and there she is, 40 yds down, wrapped around a tree! I wait a while then unload for safety due to the steep and icy slope. Standing along side of her I give thanks for the harvest. Then the thought come to me. Geez she's big how the heck an I going to get her out of here? I try to drag her up hill. The only result is her and I sliding downhill to the next tree. Down hill is not a option, the property is posted. Time to go home and get my burley Son in law. Then we drag her up the hill a foot and a half at a time. Funny how it takes 500 lbs of man power to drag a 130 lb doe up hill!