sitting in the stand, about 9 am. I had actualy only been there about half an hour, slow start. See a buck coming, right at the edge of a steep drop off, so i had a pretty bad shot. He came a bit closer, so I took a hot at him. I was using a .270, nice gun. Just got it last year. Took a shot, missed. He was still standing there, so I shot again just as he started to move. Of course, my gun jammed, and he wasnt dead yet. I saw him limping real bad, but by the time I had another bullet in the chamber he was gone. I knew i hit him though. I figured he couldnt have gotten far with such a bad limp so i called up my father back at our hunting cabin to get the four wheeler so I didnt have to drag him out myself (i figured the deer was dead by now). I saw him coming, and he spooked a massive eight poibt out of some pine trees,
right past me but i had already shot the smaller one
We did look for the eight point but he was long gone, i hear somebody just got it later that day.
Anyway, we get to tracking the one that I had already shot and there was no blood anywhere. Which was strange because I knew i hit it. Finally found some fresh tracks and started following those. Saw the buck jump up about 100 yards ahead of us, followed him. That happened a few times, he would jump up, run for a while, and bed down again. Finally snuck up on him bedded down and shot him through the heart this time. Upon closer inspection, i saw that the second shot i took had gone right through the got and broke his left back leg, which was why he was limping.
Of course, he died on the side of a steep ass hill, which he later rolled to the bottom of, so i had to drag him all the way around until we could get the wheeler to him and drive him back on that. Took about an hour.
What a mess it was gutting him though. Liver and guts were all exoloded. Gotta get a better shot next time.