Ever had a deer come back to life

Damn, those are some scary stories. Never had it happen to me, but I do approach a buck with caution, and if in doubt, put my foot on his antlers as I cut his jugular.
 
Damn, those are some scary stories. Never had it happen to me, but I do approach a buck with caution, and if in doubt, put my foot on his antlers as I cut his jugular.

In our back yard - last winter or winter before - decent white tail buck - had already dropped horns - he was after a bird feeder in yard - got it unhooked and fell to ground - then kicked the crap out of it with its front hooves - until broken open - fed on the sunflower seeds inside. Buck was perhaps 200 pounds live weight - is no doubt whatever in my mind that you would be left with marks - if not broken bones or ribs - if you were the recipient of his attentions.

Picture taken Feb 28, 2021. Just getting started on the kicking ...

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This is a lesson learned story. Coyote hunting, accidentally hit the call in my pocket when taking a seat in my hide. Yote pup call starts wailing. 6 yotes instantly come out. I get fidgety and take a long shot that I should have used a range finder on (over 500) and hit one low. It does its spin, I send a second and it drops. Give it 10-15 min, walk up with a round ready and a few in the mag. TONS of blood, no yote. hour and a half of tracking blood though snow. Found it. 2x 6.5 CM rounds. Im guessing it was so cold the blood was freezing the wounds shut a bit. No idea how it ran that far.
 
A few years back I was walking the dog after dinner, when a neighbour (non-hunter) came up to me in his truck. He said his wife just hit a deer in her SUV and asked if I wanted it. Since it was only five minutes from the house I said sure and went and got a knife. We found the deer curled up in the ditch under a tree that his wife marked with a plastic bag. As we approached the doe, we were talking and not paying much attention. When we got about three feet from the doe it jumps up on it's rear legs and boxes at us like a kangaroo! Just about sh!t myself. When it came down on all fours it folded due to a broken shoulder. It was now getting dark and I didn't want to get a gun and shoot it after legal light so we called his wife to call the cop who wrote out the report to come and shoot it. Within a half hour he shows up and I tell him the story. He tells us to walk down the road so he doesn't have to fill out the paperwork if we see him discharge his weapon. As we're walking down the road we hear a scream and spin around to see the doe trying to box the cop! I'm pretty sure he crapped himself. Eventually he did shoot it in the back of the neck and we got the doe.
 
Once shot a whitetail buck with my .243 Win (80GR TTSX-BT) at a little over 300 yards, hit him through both shoulders/lungs and he hopped about 75 yards into the bush. I had wanted to let him lay for a few minutes to be sure he'd expired, but my hunting partner pressured me into retrieving him immediately because "it's the first five minutes of daylight, we need to keep hunting so I can get one too!".

So we ran down to the edge of the bush and followed a short blood trail to the downed buck- his head was still up so I shot again from about 40 yards and he flopped.

When we got about 20 feet from the buck, he sprang to life, lunged forward, and put his head down in a full-on charge with all he had left- buddy dropped his rifle and ran, I had just enough time to side-step out of the buck's way, and touched off a round into his spine with the muzzle touching hair as he dashed past me. That ended it quickly.

I no longer hunt with the rifle-dropping comrade.

For those that will comment on the killing power of the .243- this was the only one of 13 deer I've killed with the rifle/bullet combo that needed more than one shot. I'm convinced that if we'd have let the buck lay for ten minutes, it would've been all that was needed- the first shot broke the tops of both shoulders and ended up beneath the hide on the off-side after wrecking both lungs.
 
Not a hunting story, but one that I experienced working in a small packing plant run by some Vietnamese guys.

The plant was doing pigs that day and as was my duty I observed the guy doing the electric stunning. He stunned the little BBQ hog perfectly. Went down immediately, hung and bled it out properly, I watched the blood all drain as it should from the body, with absolutely ZERO sign of life or sensibility, and the worker hung the pig on the rail awaiting the scald tank.

As the worker was over stunning another batched of hogs, I looked up to see a commotion on the rail and saw the little BBQ hog wriggling around violently, which was out of character for how well the worker had stunned and bled the pig, and for the length of time it had been on the rail.

Next thing I know, the hog falls from the rail to the ground, about 12 feet, gets up and starts walking around as normal. The employee operating the stunner re-stunned the hog, and stuck the pig again and not a drop of blood flowed out of it. The employee even did a second bleed stick directly into the heart to make sure that it was properly bled and again, no blood flowed.

Once that all happened the employee started shouting in Vietnamese, and looking like he was ready to lose his mind. He then he threw the pig over the stun pen and told me "Devil pig, Devil pig! You Condemn!!"

Apparently they were a very superstitious bunch and believed that the pig had come back to life due to some kind of evil spirit and would not accept it as being fit for human consumption.

To this day I scratch my head thinking about that one because everything was done correctly and by the book and every action by the employee was done perfectly and there was not a drop of blood left in the pig that should have allowed it to be up and walking around after everything.
 
Not a hunting story, but one that I experienced working in a small packing plant run by some Vietnamese guys.

The plant was doing pigs that day and as was my duty I observed the guy doing the electric stunning. He stunned the little BBQ hog perfectly. Went down immediately, hung and bled it out properly, I watched the blood all drain as it should from the body, with absolutely ZERO sign of life or sensibility, and the worker hung the pig on the rail awaiting the scald tank.

As the worker was over stunning another batched of hogs, I looked up to see a commotion on the rail and saw the little BBQ hog wriggling around violently, which was out of character for how well the worker had stunned and bled the pig, and for the length of time it had been on the rail.

Next thing I know, the hog falls from the rail to the ground, about 12 feet, gets up and starts walking around as normal. The employee operating the stunner re-stunned the hog, and stuck the pig again and not a drop of blood flowed out of it. The employee even did a second bleed stick directly into the heart to make sure that it was properly bled and again, no blood flowed.

Once that all happened the employee started shouting in Vietnamese, and looking like he was ready to lose his mind. He then he threw the pig over the stun pen and told me "Devil pig, Devil pig! You Condemn!!"

Apparently they were a very superstitious bunch and believed that the pig had come back to life due to some kind of evil spirit and would not accept it as being fit for human consumption.

To this day I scratch my head thinking about that one because everything was done correctly and by the book and every action by the employee was done perfectly and there was not a drop of blood left in the pig that should have allowed it to be up and walking around after everything.

Capstick says a bit about this kind of thing in Death in the Long Grass- something (just a theory perhaps) about how when an animal in under the influence of adrenalin, its muscles and brain can effectively "pre-load" themselves with additional oxygen so that even with massive blood loss, they can still function. In theory the respiratory/circulatory system can't always keep up in emergencies, so the tissue itself stores extra oxygen when adrenalin is introduced.

Perhaps a thought?
 
I shot a nice buck once at 30 yards with a smoothbore slug. He ran off but not that far so I gave him 20 min or so, figured I smoked him good.
Track the blood about 50 yards, find him laying there on his side. I stand there for a minute, don't see any movement, so I unload my gun and head back to camp.
Come back with the crew, deer is gone. I immediately start receiving the gears from the boys. Somehow after taking a slug to the vitals, it got up or dragged itself another 60 yards and I found it by tracking minute drops of blood.I'm not big on pounding another round into a seemingly dead deer for good measure, but that one taught me a lesson. I was close enough it could have speared me.
 
Not me but a friend of mine and his buddy hit a doe with a car one night. They quickly threw it in the trunk and started for my friend's place. As they pulled into the driveway there was a heck of a commotion in the trunk. The deer had come to and was trying to kick it's way out of the trunk. I don't remember how they finished it off but he said it busted out the tail lights and tore up the back of the seat.
 
My dad had that happen. He shot a doe, bent over to start field dressing and it kicked him, slicing his thumb open. I can't remember how the story ends, whether he ever got the deer or not.
 
Treed three coons last year. Put a CB short between the eyes of all of them. They were all lying dead with a tremendous amount of blood coming from each head wound (you know how raccoons are... bleeders). Anyway, I head up onto the deck and have a smoke with my wife, ten minutes later we hear a rustling from the area of the dead coons... sure enough one came back to life and took off. Can't imagine he went far with a chunk of lead in his brain, but I was shocked. They were all deader n' dead!
 
My boy Tommy and I hit a deer with my 1967 Plymouth convertible GTX. We felt bad and didn't know what to do so we loaded him into the car. A few miles down the road it came to life and hilarity ensued.
(name the movie reference) :)
 
Not a deer, but a cow moose.

Shot in the neck and dropped instantly, it was up a slope from us, grabbed all the tools and hunt party proceeded up the slope to get to work, get within 10 yards and the moose gets up and charges down hill with its head almost dragging on the ground (broken neck). Managed to shoot it in the head on the run and it dropped instantly within a few feet of running us over

One of the craziest things I have ever seen
 
I had a Wolf regain consciousness one time...about 3 decades ago

Mid winter with waste deep snow, sitting on a slash pile wearing surplus white camo I shot a wolf on a ridgeline above me with my 788, 22-250.

On the shot the wolf collapses and slides down the ridge...Grabbing a hind leg of the motionless wolf I start to make my way back through the deep snow.

About half way back I felt a slight twitch of the leg along with a gurgling growl, my first reaction was to let go and put some distance between me and my prize but the waist deep snow put a kibosh to that response.

My next response was one to the forehead...all's well that ends well! :)

P.S I had the hide tanned, its sits draped over my couch proudly displaying the hole of the finishing round.
 
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Not a deer. Used to live on a farm that had a little wooded area at the back. After work I'd take my pellet gun back there and shoot starlings and sparrows. One time I clipped a starling. It fell so I walk up to it and put another in the head. Left It there and made my way around the woods. 20 minutes later I come back and the bird is standing there looking around. Seeing that made my knees shake. Went up to it again and obliterated it with my foot...
 
Head shot a wild boar at 60 yds
She went over and did the toe curl.
I kept plugging her babies then she got up
Shook her head and bolted

Head shot a coyote,dragged it back to the truck and loaded it up.
Did two more stands then went home,40 min drive.
Stopped at the local trapper to off load the yote. He came to the truck
And the yote was still breathing
It had to be shot again
 
I do not know if "always" the case - but perhaps a "clue" - is typical that a dead mammal has its eyes open. So if eyes are closed, then suspect that it is sleeping, stunned, unconscious - but not typically "dead". Has worked sufficient number of times for me, that I will likely shoot again, an animal down with eyes closed. Obviously, if those eyes are open, and following you - is not "dead" either!!!

This is my criteria.....eyes open and obviously sightless = Dead mammal. Eyes closed or following you = living mammal, another shot required.
I had a friend who shot a very respectable muley buck, which piled up against the base of a large fir tree. When he grabbed a hind leg to move it
for gutting, it drew back the free leg, and almost removed my buddy's left ear. Lots of blood, and not all that deer's, either. Regards, Dave.
 
i was once told a story by the son of an avid hunter. He told me they were out deer hunting with the uncle and he shot a really nice 5x5 mulie buck and the rack was big beamed and wide. So the story goes the uncle laid his prize hunting rifle in the rack of the deer for a photo and as the dad was taking the pic of the uncle posing with the deer, it jumped back to life and took off full tilt with the rifle stuck in it's rack never to be seen again. Can't verify it but it's a story I was once told.

The only zombie animal I have had to deal with was a huge black tail/mulie hybrid. I hit him with a federal bluebox 180gr .303 brit right in the broadside sweet spot from maybe 60 feet away. He just stood there and started eating again. I could see the bullet hole clearly without the scope.... I stood up from my ground hide and reloaded, aimed and hit him again, same spot. That deer didn't go down and instead, turned and did a dead walk right at me with his antlers down and pointed right at me. As he got close I side stepped and shot him right in the ear hole...... that did the trick LOL That deer had to be dead on the first shot.... or even the second LOL His heart and lungs were blown to bits.
 
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