My guiding season was the hardest I have ever had. That is another story though. I saw plenty of easy deer during moose season. Tracked and dragged deer for other people but had yet to see a deer that I could shoot for myself. Well until today that is. My folks are leaving for Anticosti in the morning so my dad could only hunt a half a day.
my day began with an emergency squat that almost turned into a nightmare. You all know how it is in the woods when you really gotta go. Well my handgun slipped off my belt while in positon and almost went in! I saved it though! I sat for an hour or so and then met up with my dad to do some 2 man drives. Well with the second to the last drive done at 9:30am, we decided that he would go high on the hill and I would take the bottom in hopes that the last push would have sent something onto the hill that we did not see. So we went into action. Dad went high and I went low. I just poked along because his scent would be blowing right down the hill to me and any deer on the hill would have come my way. After about an hour, he called me on the radio and said he was out on the powerlines. I was about 2 minutes from being out into the pit. I came around the corner into the pit and saw what I thought was my father facing away from me. I thought it was him until the freaking buck turned his head and took a step. He stood long enough for me to wheel around on him and then he took a jump. I fired, he landed, I fired again and he was off to the races. I put some more slugs in and went to look for blood. When I decided it was a clean miss, I got ran over by a doe. 2 shots fired, 2 misses. Well I guess I did kill a birch tree dead!
I am pretty embarrassed but it makes for a good hunting story. By the way, the distances for both deer combined equal less than 50 yards.
