I shot a deer right as it was getting dark. He goes down like a ton of bricks then gets back up. I shoot again while he is moving and miss. Bad position, hurried shot he goes out of the sight picture, and loose which one in the herd I shot. Wife said I think he went behind the tree. Then she spots him, still on the same hill side still about 350y. I can't for the life of me find him with my scope. They are standing still, and don't even know where the shot came from, but I make a hasty descsion and move closer so I can see them. I move closer and push them over the hill up the canyon. Probably not even 5 minutes had transpired. Fucking hasty rookie move.
We head up to the ridge line, and drive down the ridge to a bowl where I think they might have stopped. I run about 1/4 mile, through fading light, then hear the horn honk. Through the orange sliver of sunset left in the sky, I can see my wife pointing up the road. Good girl she was in the car watching the exit with some binos and saw them starting to bed in on a hillside. I moved in on them looking for the one bleeding. I got in too close and pushed them agin deeper into the canyon. I didn't see the one with blood. Hopefully he is expired somewhere between the two hills. I will be looking in the morning. Maybe use my dogs nose a little.
The wife said the blood was running down from right where the spot you shoot on a bow target would be.
We saw a bunch of big horn sheep, 4 pretty good sized rams stood on the side of hill starting at us from about 40ft. I saw a herd of white tails too, they used to be rare as hen teeth down in the SE corner of the state.
I haven't hunted much since I got hurt, and god damn today, I felt like I was about as sneaky as godzilla.
We head up to the ridge line, and drive down the ridge to a bowl where I think they might have stopped. I run about 1/4 mile, through fading light, then hear the horn honk. Through the orange sliver of sunset left in the sky, I can see my wife pointing up the road. Good girl she was in the car watching the exit with some binos and saw them starting to bed in on a hillside. I moved in on them looking for the one bleeding. I got in too close and pushed them agin deeper into the canyon. I didn't see the one with blood. Hopefully he is expired somewhere between the two hills. I will be looking in the morning. Maybe use my dogs nose a little.
The wife said the blood was running down from right where the spot you shoot on a bow target would be.
We saw a bunch of big horn sheep, 4 pretty good sized rams stood on the side of hill starting at us from about 40ft. I saw a herd of white tails too, they used to be rare as hen teeth down in the SE corner of the state.
I haven't hunted much since I got hurt, and god damn today, I felt like I was about as sneaky as godzilla.