Wasn't the first deer but one we wont forget.
When my brother and I still lived at home, we might have been in college still, we got into camp a couple days before my dad. The night we got in we had a massive storm and everyone was pulling their stands because of the snow. We talked to some of the guys at camp and they said we will need at least one saw and out snow shoes to get even close to where we normally hunted, which was about 3 miles further back in than everyone else. The next morning my brother and I geared up and headed out to break trail, we only took one rifle since we were going to be running the chainsaw and 4 wheelers all day....and all day it was we got back to camp well after dark and we hadn't made it all the way back to my brothers stand which was the furthest in.
On the way out the next day we had both our rifles and had given up on the furthest stands and picked a couple of the closer ones until our dad got into camp. On the way out we were seeing a lot deer tracks in our 4 wheeler tracks. We got closer to my stand and killed the wheelers we had some stuff to pack in but with all the tracks we stopped to look to see if there was anything around. Sure enough there was a small 8 point facing us about 75 yards out in the timber on a mock scrap I made the day before. My brother was hunting with our great-grandfathers Marlin 336 in 30-30, with 170gr handloads I had shooting great, I had our grandpas Winchester 88 284 Winchester with 139gr handloads. We were both on this little bucks chest but I had already killed a nice buck with my bow earlier in the season so told my brother to take him if he wanted to....just as I said that the old 30-30 echoed through the timber. The buck just stood there, "I think you missed", my brother ran the lever and fired again, this time the buck dropped his head, turned and ran into the timber. We went to check things out knowing the buck was hit, we could not find anything, no blood, no hair, nothing. We spent half an hour doing circles looking for anything giving us an idea where the buck went. I told my brother to head out and I would look again later in the day.
So my brother heads out for one of the stands further back. I got settled in and after about an hour I went to go look again. Sure enough I found the buck, folded up, hammer dead, not 100 yards from where he had been hit. I didn't want to gut him and since it was cold enough I set off to get my brother. Needless to say my brother was pretty happy and more than willing to go gut his deer.....the thing about my brother is he has a weak stomach. He stuck the knife in and the hot air that seems to come out went right into his nose and he threw up...everywhere....I ended up gutting the deer anyways.
We got the buck loaded up on the 4 wheeler and headed back to camp, on the way in we ran into our dad who had just gotten in and was walking out to catch up with us for the evening hunt. I recall my dad saying that was one of the best things he has ever seen while hunting, his boys with a deer and rifles used by his dad and grandpa all on the 4wheeler heading for the buck pole at camp.
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