Talkin about some bad shots and three legged deer…..here ya go. The, “it’s not my deer”, buck. It was also clipped way back in the guts but still good and alive when we found it…..it just couldn’t get away with its back leg immobilized on top of the gut wound. The funny thing is that this was actually in a high fence and the hunter had told everyone that we were looking for a GOOOOD buck. His buddies already had the cooler hanging full of bucks ranging from 130”-160” too….When we jumped this little buck Otis stopped him within 100 yards and had the deer frozen still for a shot…..I called Otis off and told the hunter to shoot it…… when he says…..”That’s not my deer!! My deer was WAY bigger than that!!!!”…..I told him there was no way that wasn’t his deer……..to shoot it before it took off again!!....and there wasn’t any doubt it was his deer either, it wasn’t no more than 300 yards out and we tracked straight to it….plus he had already told me the deer was messed up in the back end……
Well, we’re standing there having a debate back and forth about whether it was or wasn’t his deer…..all the while this deer is just wide eyed as hell at about 40 yards and ready to bolt any second…..I’m holding Otis with him going ape chit wanting to get back after the deer when finally the hunter decides that it indeed it has to be his deer and he takes the shot to finish it off………and misses it at 40 yards!!!!! The deer takes off again……
Long story short we finally got it but dadgum it was some bad chootin. People get excited when they see antlers and people get REAL excited when dogs go to barking and deer go to runnin……
