I walk around the back of them and tap them on the rump and poke them in the eye.First deer I killed, kicked me and from then on the deer gets poked and I always walk up on the back side first.
I walk around the back of them and tap them on the rump and poke them in the eye.First deer I killed, kicked me and from then on the deer gets poked and I always walk up on the back side first.
A living animal will involuntarily blink if touched in the eyeball. I always do so with a downed deer. Touch the eyeball with the barrel of the gun.I walk around the back of them and tap them on the rump and poke them in the eye.
You have wilder stories than Daniel BooneA wounded or terrified deer can put you in a world of hurt. Had a biologist friend who walked up on a doe that had her back hooves caught up in a hog-wire fence. He cut her loose, and instead of running away she turned on him and kicked the crap out of him. Broke two of his ribs.
I made an uncharacteristically bad shot on a 3 1/2 year-old buck. Hit him in the hip as he was chasing a doe. We blood trailed him cross-country for some time. Blood trail went into a small patch of brush. I went around the brush to catch the blood trail on the other side. Buck was in the brush and came out antlers down charging me. I tried to hide behind a big oak tree, but he chased me around that tree three time. Eventually deciding discretion was the better part of valor, he tried to run away and runs past me so close I put my rifle barrel against his ribs and pull the trigger. That buck hangs on my wall as a reminder of how dangerous a wounded deer can be.
I think ole gata doc is exaggerating a bit!So he didn't realize that he was bleeding so much that it was running down his leg from his abdomen?
It's a wonder he didn't bleed to death.
Now that's something you will never forget.I was small game hunting once. I was maybe 14 or 15. I'm still hunting through the woods and about 10 feet in front of me I spot a buck on the ground. I thought it was dead until it flicked an ear. I stood there for a bit, then reached down for a stick. I tossed it at the deer, hitting it in the head. That thing jumped up, put it's head down and snorted at me. I was scared it was going to charge me. It ran off in the other direction. I laugh about it now but that was something to behold.