My section of land is surrounded by another persons property and since it just rained i wasn't about to try and drive through his plowed up field so i parked on the dirt road.
I geared up decided i would just strap my 308 over my back and carry my 223 just in case i needed to make that long shot, locked the pickup and took off walking.
That section of land on the west side used to be farmland but since has grown Johnson grass about 5 feet tall.
I was surprised at the amount of trails cut through there by all of the hogs and i noticed that the deer were using them too, i jumped about 8 or 9 of them bedding down out there, since the grass was so tall i could never get a clean shot.
I walked around on the west side for awhile and decided to go drive around to the east side.
Once i came in on the east side i started to drive to the nw corner but upon coming over the hill i noticed that the next door neighbors were in their deer blind so i turned around and went down to the central gate to the creek bottom, decided to leave the 308 in the pickup this time because i didn't think i would see any deer this time so i just grabbed the 223.
I walked to the treeline cut through the timber and went down the creek bank onto the sand bar, walked about 50 yards and had to cross a narrow stream of water , crossed it and came up on another one, stopped and was looking at how deep it was that's when i looked up and was face to face with a 8 point buck about 20 yards away from me, i froze while he was staring at me but moved my arm slowly and he turned around and started to run but only ran about 10 yards and stopped with his ass facing me, that's when i had the time to adjust my red dot scope to a bright setting and take aim.
He turned slightly to the right to turn his head and look back but before he could i took my shot, i aimed right for the center of his back knowing that a spine shot was all i had and it would drop him and it did but it didn't kill him, he started to get back up and i popped him again and he went back down.
I waded through the water and when i came up on him he was dying slowly so i took my 40 sig out of my holster and put one more round in him and finished him off, once i knew he was gone i rolled him over and gutted him right there.
Now here's where the back breaker part comes in, where i was located there was no way to get any type of atv down there so i had to drag him about 100 yards up the sand bar, up a 7 foot muddy creek bank , through a half mile of timber to the fence and get him in the bed of the pickup.
Poor baby, dragged 100 yds? Try elk with a bow.Quartered and packed out in real mountains (Idaho) At age 71......
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