Post by RiverRider on Nov 20, 2016 15:23:12 GMT -5
Got this Saturday afternoon. I wasn't hunting my own blind, I was in another guy's blind (he has taken at least one deer from mine, maybe more over the past three seasons). I had been in the blind about five minutes when the feeder scattered some corn---got lucky on the timing because I didn't know anything about how the timer had been set. About ten minutes after the feeder dropped corn I saw antlers moving through the trees toward the feeder. I have to admit, I was pretty surprised because I hadn't seen a buck in two years. I guess I was just due. I was totally unprepared and had to carefully get my rifle situated on the window sill without getting busted. Nothing went wrong, thank goodness.
I was using a pre-64 Model 70 in .264 Win Mag, shooting 140-grain Accubonds. The range was only about 40 yards, a *can't miss* kinda shot, but I had to wait about 60 seconds before he was situated right. I knew I couldn't have missed, but he basically went POOF at the shot. I found plenty of blood spatters and bits of lung tissue within five feet of where he was standing, but I had no idea how far I'd have to track him. This was in a mesquite thicket infested with prickly pear so I was hoping he didn't go far. Sure enough, he had only gone about 50 feet into the woods and was piled up breathing his last when I reached him.
I'd have taken more pics, but I was all alone on the lease and had very limited time to drag him out of the woods and get his guts out. The light was fading fast when I finally had him up on the tailgate for a trip to the processor, which was only about eight or ten miles away.
I'll be having buckburgers in a couple of weeks.
I was using a pre-64 Model 70 in .264 Win Mag, shooting 140-grain Accubonds. The range was only about 40 yards, a *can't miss* kinda shot, but I had to wait about 60 seconds before he was situated right. I knew I couldn't have missed, but he basically went POOF at the shot. I found plenty of blood spatters and bits of lung tissue within five feet of where he was standing, but I had no idea how far I'd have to track him. This was in a mesquite thicket infested with prickly pear so I was hoping he didn't go far. Sure enough, he had only gone about 50 feet into the woods and was piled up breathing his last when I reached him.
I'd have taken more pics, but I was all alone on the lease and had very limited time to drag him out of the woods and get his guts out. The light was fading fast when I finally had him up on the tailgate for a trip to the processor, which was only about eight or ten miles away.
I'll be having buckburgers in a couple of weeks.