- Joined
- Dec 29, 2007
- Messages
- 4,951
- Reaction score
- 3,121
Today i finally managed to put a deer into the truck. It was 19 degrees this morning when the hike began at the far upper right on the map. The rifle had been loaded for a week, with 90g Blackhorn, 270g Deep Curl, crush rib sabot, W209 primer. Leaving the truck, i dropped down to the South. The track shows i trespassed, but in real life, i never crossed the fence.
Nine deer were spotted grazing near the bottom. There was no way to get closer without being spotted, unless i went up and away. The jogs to the North, in the bottom track, show where i dipped down so to see the deer. They kept moving up the drainage as they grazed. It took quite awhile to get ahead of them grazing deer. The last jog just before waypoint 153, i almost blew it, because the deer left the bottom, and were bedded on the hill, unbeknownst to me, and i virtually walked right into their view. At that point i had a 220 yard shot, but it seemed i could get closer, so i gave it a try. The deer spotted me sneaking behind Juniper near waypoint 153, but only stood up, and did not run. The range finder say they were at 155 yard, so the elevation dial was turned up 4 moa. The shot was taken from waypoint 153. At the shot, the deer kicked it's hind legs in the air like they do on TV, when lung shot. The blood spatter on the snow was not very pronounced. After the deer ran about 100 yard up hill, i kinda started worrying. After it ran about 150 yard, It died, but the autopsy revealed minimal bullet damage.
The deer was drug through the snow on the upper path until about 2800' , at that point the hill became too steep for me to move the deer. Then i walked to the truck to get the cart, and came back. It was necessary for me to get the deer to the truck before dark, because a week ago i killed another deer, and left it out over night. The coyotes devoured that deer, and when i came with the cart to take it to the truck, all that was left was the back bone, and teeth. The devoured deer looked like a snake.
The deer on the cart was too heavy for me to pull up hill, so i had to turn around, and pull it the same way one pulls a loaded hand truck up stairs. It wasn't much fun. When i arrived at the truck i was too weak to load the deer, but luckily i was able to back the truck so the back tires fell into the borrow pit, and the tailgate went within 12" of the road. There was a substantial North East breeze, and the temperature was 12, when i finished loading the deer, and headed home. It seemed like my face was frozen some, but it wasn't.
Nine deer were spotted grazing near the bottom. There was no way to get closer without being spotted, unless i went up and away. The jogs to the North, in the bottom track, show where i dipped down so to see the deer. They kept moving up the drainage as they grazed. It took quite awhile to get ahead of them grazing deer. The last jog just before waypoint 153, i almost blew it, because the deer left the bottom, and were bedded on the hill, unbeknownst to me, and i virtually walked right into their view. At that point i had a 220 yard shot, but it seemed i could get closer, so i gave it a try. The deer spotted me sneaking behind Juniper near waypoint 153, but only stood up, and did not run. The range finder say they were at 155 yard, so the elevation dial was turned up 4 moa. The shot was taken from waypoint 153. At the shot, the deer kicked it's hind legs in the air like they do on TV, when lung shot. The blood spatter on the snow was not very pronounced. After the deer ran about 100 yard up hill, i kinda started worrying. After it ran about 150 yard, It died, but the autopsy revealed minimal bullet damage.
The deer was drug through the snow on the upper path until about 2800' , at that point the hill became too steep for me to move the deer. Then i walked to the truck to get the cart, and came back. It was necessary for me to get the deer to the truck before dark, because a week ago i killed another deer, and left it out over night. The coyotes devoured that deer, and when i came with the cart to take it to the truck, all that was left was the back bone, and teeth. The devoured deer looked like a snake.
The deer on the cart was too heavy for me to pull up hill, so i had to turn around, and pull it the same way one pulls a loaded hand truck up stairs. It wasn't much fun. When i arrived at the truck i was too weak to load the deer, but luckily i was able to back the truck so the back tires fell into the borrow pit, and the tailgate went within 12" of the road. There was a substantial North East breeze, and the temperature was 12, when i finished loading the deer, and headed home. It seemed like my face was frozen some, but it wasn't.