Man it was a fruetrateing year all through bow and shotgun! Determined I told the wife all I want is a blackpowder gun.
Couldn't get out till the 30th, jumped two does that offered no shots. The last day headed back to the same woods with Billy again. Took a stand for an hour or so radioed Billy told him I was going to find them. Still hunted slowly jumping them in a knockdown coverd with briers. Got a decent going away shot and found a decent bloodtrail but the light colored blood and spray I knew the shot was probably clipped around the lungs and back a little. Tracking it was insane! We waited a while, Billy got out of his tree stand had him go ahead where the deer was going and we jumped that deer and another one with it. Decided to wait another half hour getting all our gear together and started tracking up almost to the main road, by a house through some nasty thickets and the deer circled and went right back on its tracks! Jumped the deer again and actually got a shot off, found its tracks withe no blood, tracked it for a while all the time I'm saying this has to be a differant deer, gave up on it. Billy and his bottomless pit needed food so he went to the store. I was determined to find the deer, went back and started down the bloodtrail but soon knew it wasn't right. Headed the other way and noticed a bloodtrail going off with the deer down ten feet away. Radioed Billy and pulled the truck to 20 feet away! Yah I think I like this blackpowder gig!
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