At about 9 yesterday morning I shot at a good doe with my muzzle loader at about 30 yrds . She acted like she wasn't even touched. She walked behind a tree then strolled off. I could not believe it. How the hell could I miss.
Walking over to where she stood I saw a good blood trail. ( Right on ) I followed it through some open bush hoping to find her in about 50 yrds or so.
No luck. The trail led into some nasty slough bottom and I lost the blood.
I walked back to the truck to have some coffee and think about things and let her sit for 30 minutes then went back in again still no luck.
Back to the truck to phone a friend with the patience and know how to deal with this type of situation. I just couldn't leave without giving it a final effort.
He shows up and we both go in again. A fresh set of eyes was just what we needed. He spotted some blood and we found where she had turned and began to head in the opposite direction. We lost the trail a few more times but by literally crawling on the ground we found blood and continued. AT about 3:30 we hit some open timber and heard a raven up ahead. There she was dead. Thankfully the weather was cold and she is cut and wrapped in the freezer.
She was hit in the chest but a bit far back and only one lung was damaged.
This was the longest track I've followed. I don't often wish for snow but it sure would of been handy this time.
Never say die.
Walking over to where she stood I saw a good blood trail. ( Right on ) I followed it through some open bush hoping to find her in about 50 yrds or so.
No luck. The trail led into some nasty slough bottom and I lost the blood.
I walked back to the truck to have some coffee and think about things and let her sit for 30 minutes then went back in again still no luck.
Back to the truck to phone a friend with the patience and know how to deal with this type of situation. I just couldn't leave without giving it a final effort.
He shows up and we both go in again. A fresh set of eyes was just what we needed. He spotted some blood and we found where she had turned and began to head in the opposite direction. We lost the trail a few more times but by literally crawling on the ground we found blood and continued. AT about 3:30 we hit some open timber and heard a raven up ahead. There she was dead. Thankfully the weather was cold and she is cut and wrapped in the freezer.
She was hit in the chest but a bit far back and only one lung was damaged.
This was the longest track I've followed. I don't often wish for snow but it sure would of been handy this time.
Never say die.
