petroid
11-20-2016, 11:41 PM
Having passed up several does and small bucks over the past week in hopes of getting a wall hanger, I decided today I needed venison more than antlers. This afternoon two does came down the hill toward my natural material hide. When the bigger one presented broadside, my 300 Blackout AR15 chirped and a 185 gr flat nose cast bullet punched through both shoulders. The mild supersonic crack of the bullet after it cleared the liberty mystic suppressor at 1550 fps was less dramatic than the thwack of the bullet impact.
The doe crumpled then flopped down the hill in a death struggle. The second, slightly smaller doe stood and stared dumbfounded at the event unfolding before her eyes. Before the first doe had gasped her last breath, I drew a bead and let a round loose at the next one. She mule kicked and ran slanting up the hill. She stopped at about 100 yards distant and I lobbed another hunk of lead at her. The second impact sent her scrambling 20 yards further til she lay in a heap.
At this point I was ready to go back to the house to retrieve my son and our two atvs. It would be our first test of the machines at recovering deer. I had already texted him that I had two does down when I heard more noise on the hillside. A third deer was heading in my direction. It was small, a yearling, and I didn't plan to shoot until I noticed one front leg was damaged and useless. Rather than letting it suffer, I squeezed the trigger yet again. When the deer began to hobble away, I sent my last shot at it. It made its way into a thicket which obscured it from view but the loud crashing followed by deathly silence told the story.
A short track job found the button buck piled up right on my atv trail. The two does were not far off. The atvs beat dragging deer hands down! After getting them the 300 yards back to the house, the real work began. I guess the pressure is off and I can try to bow hunt for a buck but the freezer is full.
The doe crumpled then flopped down the hill in a death struggle. The second, slightly smaller doe stood and stared dumbfounded at the event unfolding before her eyes. Before the first doe had gasped her last breath, I drew a bead and let a round loose at the next one. She mule kicked and ran slanting up the hill. She stopped at about 100 yards distant and I lobbed another hunk of lead at her. The second impact sent her scrambling 20 yards further til she lay in a heap.
At this point I was ready to go back to the house to retrieve my son and our two atvs. It would be our first test of the machines at recovering deer. I had already texted him that I had two does down when I heard more noise on the hillside. A third deer was heading in my direction. It was small, a yearling, and I didn't plan to shoot until I noticed one front leg was damaged and useless. Rather than letting it suffer, I squeezed the trigger yet again. When the deer began to hobble away, I sent my last shot at it. It made its way into a thicket which obscured it from view but the loud crashing followed by deathly silence told the story.
A short track job found the button buck piled up right on my atv trail. The two does were not far off. The atvs beat dragging deer hands down! After getting them the 300 yards back to the house, the real work began. I guess the pressure is off and I can try to bow hunt for a buck but the freezer is full.