Thanksgiving Whitetail Hunting
Happy Thanksgiving!
As some of you know I had the opportunity to deer hunt on the peach/pecan orchard owned by Lindsey's grandfather in Louisiana. Thanksgiving morning I was busy driving the 7 hours to the bayou state but I saw dozens of deer in the pastures as we drove. After dispensing with the turkey, dressing, cranberries etc. I went out at pre-dawn after getting the low down on where the deer should be. The spot I had available to hunt was small, about 20 acres but I could not see all of it at once since there were no elevated observation posts and it was placed on quite a grade. It was extremely windy just as it had been in Texas before the holiday and that together with the full moon made hunting very difficult. I guess waterfowl hunting is open since I heard lots of shotgun blasts from the neighbor. Anyway, I didn't see anything bigger than a squirrel so I went home quite discouraged.
This year Brazos county opened deer season up to does as well for four days around the holiday (25-28) So Sunday morning I went to the pig hole to see if that pack of does was anywhere to be found. Abour 8:25 my hopes were answered when I came around thespotted a couple deer near the edge of the overgrown fenceline at the top of the pighole where there is the tree over the fence and we have a snare set. I was just saying to myself that the doe was about to die as I set up for a nice supported shot when all three deer took off into the pasture and then made a big loop back toward the fence and went over right where they had the last time I saw them out in this area. I was depressed and suddenly I saw another deer come down the pasture toward the does, a young buck. I quickly moved the crosshairs over to him, he was turning away from me headed toward the spot where they jumped the fence.
I lightly yelled "bleah" attempting to sound like a doe bleat. the young bucks head spun around and he took two steps back toward me before the .270 roared. He bucked and then wobbled around for a moment before falling.
Forensic analysis showed that I hit the very bottom of the lung in front of heart, my bullet actually hit the sternum it was so low. I woudn't expect a single lung shot to drop him that fast so I imagine that shock of a bullet hitting its sternum after flying for only 75 yards must have been enough to stop the heart.
As some of you know I had the opportunity to deer hunt on the peach/pecan orchard owned by Lindsey's grandfather in Louisiana. Thanksgiving morning I was busy driving the 7 hours to the bayou state but I saw dozens of deer in the pastures as we drove. After dispensing with the turkey, dressing, cranberries etc. I went out at pre-dawn after getting the low down on where the deer should be. The spot I had available to hunt was small, about 20 acres but I could not see all of it at once since there were no elevated observation posts and it was placed on quite a grade. It was extremely windy just as it had been in Texas before the holiday and that together with the full moon made hunting very difficult. I guess waterfowl hunting is open since I heard lots of shotgun blasts from the neighbor. Anyway, I didn't see anything bigger than a squirrel so I went home quite discouraged.
This year Brazos county opened deer season up to does as well for four days around the holiday (25-28) So Sunday morning I went to the pig hole to see if that pack of does was anywhere to be found. Abour 8:25 my hopes were answered when I came around thespotted a couple deer near the edge of the overgrown fenceline at the top of the pighole where there is the tree over the fence and we have a snare set. I was just saying to myself that the doe was about to die as I set up for a nice supported shot when all three deer took off into the pasture and then made a big loop back toward the fence and went over right where they had the last time I saw them out in this area. I was depressed and suddenly I saw another deer come down the pasture toward the does, a young buck. I quickly moved the crosshairs over to him, he was turning away from me headed toward the spot where they jumped the fence.
I lightly yelled "bleah" attempting to sound like a doe bleat. the young bucks head spun around and he took two steps back toward me before the .270 roared. He bucked and then wobbled around for a moment before falling.
Forensic analysis showed that I hit the very bottom of the lung in front of heart, my bullet actually hit the sternum it was so low. I woudn't expect a single lung shot to drop him that fast so I imagine that shock of a bullet hitting its sternum after flying for only 75 yards must have been enough to stop the heart.
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