here is the last part of my story
So after such a great day on Saturday and the tasty Big MAC I head home. I noticed my neighbor is home so I give him a ring and see if he is up for hunting on Sunday. Of course he is, this is the south after all. So i wash all my clothes again in the scent free detergent and dryer sheets for the dryer.
Sunday, 5am, I rise and meet my neighbor for our great day of hunting. We arrive at 7am and start walking to our positions. Now the land we are hunting is a peice that he has been hunting for years, so he knows all the spots and areas that are hot.
I hunker down in this area that smells like MUSK, I mean A LOT OF MUSK. After adapting to the smell and watching the area expose itself with the rising of the sun I am happy. I sit on the ground with my legs crossed indian style and my rifle resting in my lap. All of a sudden I hear thumpthump, thumpthump, thumpthump - the sounds of a large man running up the trail. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end, so I turn REAL slow and see this freakin deer standing 15 feet to my rear. I paused all movements and studied it out of the corner of my eye. This freakin thing was HUGE. I sat there trying to figure how to get a shot off and that ****er took off running, the other way. it made no sounds and just disapeared. So I am a little excited that i finally saw a deer while i was in hunt mode.
I look at my watch and it is 9am on the dot. I sit there thinking of ways i could better prepare myself for situations like that, then all of a sudden. KAPOOOOCH. I nearly shat myself. My neighbor shot, it surprised me because he is about 100 yds away and i could not see him. He was in a tree stand so I listened for the clanking of the stand down the tree - nothing. I think to myself - HAHA he missed. Then thinking of all the stories that he has told me of hunting birs, deer, gator - HE DONT MISS.
All the while I am sitting as quite as could be just staring at an area in front of me, then i see movement
I am stocked at that point, when i see the deer imerge from the woodline/brushline. As I can now identify that the deer is a she I am a little disapointed, but hell I have got to get my hands dirty so why not on a chick deer. Suddenly she stops and looks DIRECTLY at me, I could see her little eyes staring directly at me. I am frozen like snot in Alaska. I sit there, trying not to breathe, my heart starts pounding like it has never in its life. I can feel the beats in my eyes, then I could SEE the beating of my heart in my eyes (I swear).
Now on a side note, Thursday when i was getting pointers from my neighbor for hunting he told me that deer will play a trick on you if they think they see something. They will lower thiers heads and suddenly raise them up to look at you - trying to catch you moving.
I waited to see what she would do, she lowered her head - I remeber what i was told and just hold fast. Sure as ****, she raised her head - not once did she do it, but 3 times. Finally, she felt safe and turned around, so i moved my rifle to my shoulder, eyes pulsating, breathing controlled, she raised up again. I frooze. I had her in my range, she gave me the perfect broad side shot for a clean kill. I look through my scope and NOTHING. I could not find her head so I could scope in the spot. I look with my left eye and I see her just as plain as day. I scope her again NOTHING
DAMNIT, I look again she is there. I scope her again and am going to take a shot regardless. I place my finger on the trigger nice and easy I start to squeeeeze and then I hear "tinkle, tinkle tinkle" the sounds of antlers tinkling together. All I saw was white tail and a quick movement - she left
then i heard a snort snort sound.
After waiting 20 minutes, I heard my name being called so I walked to where I heard it and my buddy is 40 freakin feet up in the tree. He asked me if i heard the snorts and I said yes and told him the story of what happened. It was him tinklin the antlers. Somehow that was just enough to spook her. And for the snorts - that was her way of telling all deer in the area to get the hell out ASAP. He told me that he saw 4 buck just run away when they heard it.
So after some "bench racing" i asked him about the shot i heard. He told me that it ran through the woods and I could go look while he climed down. Not 20 feet in the woodline there he lay, a 6 inch spike. The antlers looked like ther were just glued on - they were the straightest things i have ever seen. He lie trickling the reddest blood I have ever seen out of a hole the size of a pen tip. I poke him with my rifle and he is dead, I flip him over and see the darkest, purplest blood ever. I say - you got an organ and it is not the heart. You medical people will know how I could make that statement.
So he drags him to the opening and we look him over. We then head back to the truck for a rope and to take off some of our gear. After coming back we strung him up and gutted him. My first time seeing this. I was just fine, didn't even feel a little sick. As he is pulling out all the organs I see the liver - shredded, hence all the dark bood. Nice kill
Now it is my turn