Ever had a deer come back to life
- Thread starter Clippers
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- Western Manitoba
Is many stories above - animals did not "come back to life" - they eluded hunter for 30 seconds more - no doubt died within 10 minutes. Except hunter did not know. Do not fool self that all was okay - they died - hunter did not recover them. Decide for yourself whether that was "good" or "bad".
One of the guys I knew in Moose Jaw circa mid-late 1990's, whacked a whitetail doe with his muzzleloader. Dropped it on the edge of a field, near a road, so he rolls her into the ditch to start cleaning her.
He was bent over the doe straddling her, and just poked it in the belly to open her up, when she came to, and kicked the bejesus outta him. He hadn't reloaded either, so he got to just stand there and watch as she left, too.
It got lots of laughs around the place.
On a different note, about a different guy, same place and time period though, one of the boys started out early and filled three tags in the same day. He got a great big buck with the truck, on his way back home... Wasn't a great day...
He was bent over the doe straddling her, and just poked it in the belly to open her up, when she came to, and kicked the bejesus outta him. He hadn't reloaded either, so he got to just stand there and watch as she left, too.
It got lots of laughs around the place.
On a different note, about a different guy, same place and time period though, one of the boys started out early and filled three tags in the same day. He got a great big buck with the truck, on his way back home... Wasn't a great day...
Knew a guy who shot a Sydney Island Blacktail at 80 yards.
Head shot to the base of the horn.
Drt, and when he walked up to it layer the gun down flipped him over and stuck a knife into the jewels and the buck kicked him square in the chest , knocked him on his ass .
Buck got up and ran away with a headache and his balls a little tender from the knife blade.
Neil had two perfect hoof prints in his chest and a story to tell at the bar for days to come.
Head shot to the base of the horn.
Drt, and when he walked up to it layer the gun down flipped him over and stuck a knife into the jewels and the buck kicked him square in the chest , knocked him on his ass .
Buck got up and ran away with a headache and his balls a little tender from the knife blade.
Neil had two perfect hoof prints in his chest and a story to tell at the bar for days to come.
We thought it came back to life when we woke up to find just a blood swipe on the side of the truck. Some Ahole stopped and dragged the 10 point buck out of our truck at a truck stop Near Red Lake Ontario in the middle of the night when we were asleep in the camper. Guaranteed it was some local as he left the chain saw and just stole the buck.
THE FOLLOWING IS A TRUE STORY, I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS HOW IT WENT DOWN...
1st bull moose, watched him in a logging cut for 20 minutes, it wasn't legal shooting light yet, I kept his attention with some super faint cow calls so he wouldn't run off but at exactly legal light he had almost made it to the tree line. Had a broadside shot(95 yards) but there was a slight hump in the terrain blocking the lower half of his vitals so I had to aim a touch higher than ideal. Long story short I was waiting with my rifle aimed at him, watching the time tick away on my phone. The second it was legal I hit the trigger, my hands had been shaking and heart beating 200bpm the whole time. Dropped him in his tracks... Called my dad on the radio for the recovery. Dad's first words were "don't move, wait for me, I'll be there in 10 minutes" so I immediately took off to go see my bull. I get maybe 30 yards from my stand and the big boy jumps up. I immediately shouldered the rifle, take aim and nothing happens, the adrenaline, nerves, excitement either way I never ejected the empty case. Then I got all flustered, ejected the case short stroked the bolt and somehow jammed my next round. A little cursing snd fiddling and i popped out the jammed round, racked the bolt just in time to see him disappear into the brush.
Dad shows up and with one look at me knows that something bad has happened. We tracked the moose for close to 250 yards before I lost the blood. I'm at the last drop of blood, withmy dad holding position at the last known blood sign, I'm concentrating on the ground in front of me, my dad screams "he's right there!" I look back at him, he's staring right at me in shock, I turned my head and no word of a lie. The bull was under a pine about 8-10 feet to my right, I was so concentrated on the floor I never saw him. But I sure saw the mother stand up...just about ruined my pants right there. Lifted my rifle, with my last round and popped one off point blank. I only saw black/brown in my scope so no idea where I hit him in the panic. He buckled but didn't fall took 2 steps towards me. I was out of ammo, so I got the hell out of the way and my dad put him down from about 25 feet before he could try charging me. Just to be sure my dad walked up point blank and shot him again. We both sat there for about 15 minutes after he fell, hands shaking from the adrenaline.
Lessons learned(in no particular order)
1 - never leave your extra ammo in the stand.
2 - when in doubt send another one at the target, one shot one kill is great but don't be a hero put another one in him.
3 - wait before running up to your animal, they can mess you up right quick if you let them
4 - sometimes you should listen to the old man, I guess
1st bull moose, watched him in a logging cut for 20 minutes, it wasn't legal shooting light yet, I kept his attention with some super faint cow calls so he wouldn't run off but at exactly legal light he had almost made it to the tree line. Had a broadside shot(95 yards) but there was a slight hump in the terrain blocking the lower half of his vitals so I had to aim a touch higher than ideal. Long story short I was waiting with my rifle aimed at him, watching the time tick away on my phone. The second it was legal I hit the trigger, my hands had been shaking and heart beating 200bpm the whole time. Dropped him in his tracks... Called my dad on the radio for the recovery. Dad's first words were "don't move, wait for me, I'll be there in 10 minutes" so I immediately took off to go see my bull. I get maybe 30 yards from my stand and the big boy jumps up. I immediately shouldered the rifle, take aim and nothing happens, the adrenaline, nerves, excitement either way I never ejected the empty case. Then I got all flustered, ejected the case short stroked the bolt and somehow jammed my next round. A little cursing snd fiddling and i popped out the jammed round, racked the bolt just in time to see him disappear into the brush.
Dad shows up and with one look at me knows that something bad has happened. We tracked the moose for close to 250 yards before I lost the blood. I'm at the last drop of blood, withmy dad holding position at the last known blood sign, I'm concentrating on the ground in front of me, my dad screams "he's right there!" I look back at him, he's staring right at me in shock, I turned my head and no word of a lie. The bull was under a pine about 8-10 feet to my right, I was so concentrated on the floor I never saw him. But I sure saw the mother stand up...just about ruined my pants right there. Lifted my rifle, with my last round and popped one off point blank. I only saw black/brown in my scope so no idea where I hit him in the panic. He buckled but didn't fall took 2 steps towards me. I was out of ammo, so I got the hell out of the way and my dad put him down from about 25 feet before he could try charging me. Just to be sure my dad walked up point blank and shot him again. We both sat there for about 15 minutes after he fell, hands shaking from the adrenaline.
Lessons learned(in no particular order)
1 - never leave your extra ammo in the stand.
2 - when in doubt send another one at the target, one shot one kill is great but don't be a hero put another one in him.
3 - wait before running up to your animal, they can mess you up right quick if you let them
4 - sometimes you should listen to the old man, I guess
Ok, it’s getting pretty thick here so here’s a tale, but not mine.
“I was hunting when a nice Buck showed up, perfect broadside, I took the shot and he dropped. Set the rifle down, pulled my knife, grabbed a leg and pulled it over. Next thing I know, the deer is trying to get up. Wrapped my arms & legs around him trying to finish him with my knife and off he goes, running full out. He finally drops, me still wrapped around his body, this time dead and only 25 metres from one of our new hunters on stand. He approaches, eyes bulging and yells “WHAT HAPPENED?” I stood up shaking and said, “this is getting too hard, I’m going to start using a rifle like everyone else”.
Ok people, carry on………..
“I was hunting when a nice Buck showed up, perfect broadside, I took the shot and he dropped. Set the rifle down, pulled my knife, grabbed a leg and pulled it over. Next thing I know, the deer is trying to get up. Wrapped my arms & legs around him trying to finish him with my knife and off he goes, running full out. He finally drops, me still wrapped around his body, this time dead and only 25 metres from one of our new hunters on stand. He approaches, eyes bulging and yells “WHAT HAPPENED?” I stood up shaking and said, “this is getting too hard, I’m going to start using a rifle like everyone else”.
Ok people, carry on………..
I seem to recall a tale posted here (I think) some while back, where a guy on a hunt club property shoots a deer as it crosses his line.
A short while later, a woman in hunting gear comes walking out, and says "Thanks for shooting my deer!"
The dude is a little choked about this, and says something along the lines of "Yours? You have your name on it?"
So she shows the guy where her tag was threaded through the deer's hind leg already.
Got a little ahead of herself, being conscientious about getting that tag on the deer, and he wasn't near as dead as she thought it was!
So the story more or less went.
A short while later, a woman in hunting gear comes walking out, and says "Thanks for shooting my deer!"
The dude is a little choked about this, and says something along the lines of "Yours? You have your name on it?"
So she shows the guy where her tag was threaded through the deer's hind leg already.
Got a little ahead of herself, being conscientious about getting that tag on the deer, and he wasn't near as dead as she thought it was!
So the story more or less went.
- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
I have always poked the animal in the eye with a stick as I come upon it, no matter how dead it looks. Never had an issue.
Now for 'Rambo' a famous guy in our old camp. this day he was sporting his Browning semi in 270. He emptied magazine number 1 into the small deer, and it fell. As he walked towards the deer, fumbling with his mag, the deer stood up, and he proceeded to unload a second magazine.
then he proceeded to hunt for his magazine. At the time they were $40. When I arrived (I was doing the chase that day) the deer was bloating, and he was on his knees still hunting for the magazine. He never did find it.
This is the second time for the same guy.
First time was his first deer, or should have been. He shot that one with the same rifle, one shot, it fell, so he began looking for his spent cartridge as a trophy. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see his deer vanishing up the cliff in front of him. He immediately gave chase (mistake #2), and several hours later returned to find us wondering where the hell he went. Never did get the deer.
If you shoot something keep your eyes on it if you can, until you can confirm it's dead.
Both of the above examples were inside 50 yards!
Now for 'Rambo' a famous guy in our old camp. this day he was sporting his Browning semi in 270. He emptied magazine number 1 into the small deer, and it fell. As he walked towards the deer, fumbling with his mag, the deer stood up, and he proceeded to unload a second magazine.
then he proceeded to hunt for his magazine. At the time they were $40. When I arrived (I was doing the chase that day) the deer was bloating, and he was on his knees still hunting for the magazine. He never did find it.
This is the second time for the same guy.
First time was his first deer, or should have been. He shot that one with the same rifle, one shot, it fell, so he began looking for his spent cartridge as a trophy. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see his deer vanishing up the cliff in front of him. He immediately gave chase (mistake #2), and several hours later returned to find us wondering where the hell he went. Never did get the deer.
If you shoot something keep your eyes on it if you can, until you can confirm it's dead.
Both of the above examples were inside 50 yards!
A few seasons back during archery, I walked up to a mule deer I had shot. Poke it's eye with an arrow, it blinked and took its last breath.
Scared the crap out of me. I walked away, waited a few more minutes and when I went back to it it was dead dead.
Scared the crap out of me. I walked away, waited a few more minutes and when I went back to it it was dead dead.
