I was hunting with a friend last Wednesday up by my cottage in Cloyne Ont. We had just sat down for our evening watch and were glassing the valley below us, when I saw a deer about 1km away. We both agreed he had antlers, so he told me to go and get him as he had shot one earlier in the week. I dumped my pack, took my Tikka T3 6.5x55, my rangefinder and radio and was off. I could only describe the terrain as a cross between a boulder field and a thorn bush. Going was tough, but 20 mins later I was up the little cliff on the other side and about 450yds from the deer. I rested for a minute, caught my breath and closed the last 100yds and got into a shooting position on a table sized boulder using my bipod. I lased him at 357yds, held the reticle of my Zeiss on the 350 mark in the middle of his vitals and let 'er go. He ran on the shot right towards me, so I reloaded and gave him another. Now it was obvious that he was hit well. He disappeared into the forest. I gave him until my buddy Ryan could join me to start tracking. He left a good bloodtrail that zigzagged like he was trying to avoid U-boats. We lost the trail a dozen times or more, but finally found him dead about 150yds into the bush. My first 130gr Accubond hit him at the base of the neck/chest and clipped some big vessels because he bled well. The second punched through both upper legs and his chest. No bullets were recovered. Light was fading fast, so we dragged as fast as we could. When we made it to the road, we found my friends Jeep had been hit by an accidental (spelt negligent) discharge of a .50 muzzleloader. As luck would have it, a CO was at hand to deal with the situation. Now this little bugger is at the butcher waiting his turn to meet the sausage grinder.
I hope he tastes good. Mark
I hope he tastes good. Mark
