I think it was the third deer I shot that gave me trouble. I hit him in the lungs and he took off... being an idiot I chased after him. He kept laying down and I'd spook him repeatedly. He ran in to my neighbor's yard so I followed him in to the woods and someone started shooting a gun at me. I could hear some bullets hitting branches and the dirt close by. I wasn't really sure what to do so I bunkered down behind a log and rock. I yelled HEY and my neighbor appears with his gun. Lots of things crossed my mind for a second or two and then he said without a care in the world that he thought I was a coyote.
I found the deer, shot it in the head, and left with it. That neighbor gave me permission to hunt that land a week or so before. I never went back.
I found the deer, shot it in the head, and left with it. That neighbor gave me permission to hunt that land a week or so before. I never went back.