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<blockquote data-quote="memtb" data-source="post: 2898743" data-attributes="member: 75451"><p>While I had done quite a bit of shooting, usually felt pretty confident with my shooting…..I was petrified at the thought of shooting at and missing the first deer that I'd ever seen! I said "Paw Paw, you shoot him"! Though only 55 steps, later stepped-off by my Dad…..it seemed a long shot!</p><p></p><p> What I didn't know was, my grandfather couldn't clearly the deer, and would have to shoot between two trees. Later we found that from his his angle, 8 of the 9 lead balls from his "double aught" buckshot cut a nice semi-circle in a tree! The deer was facing East at his shot, the deer jumped straight-up into the air, landed in full alert, but didn't yet run……I guess not certain which way to go.</p><p></p><p> My grandfather was very slow to pump that old Model 12 Win., as he only had one hand…..having lost his lower arm in a sawmill accident when he was only 16 years old! Knowing this, I made a quick shot with my Stevens 22/410 over/under! With my shot, the deer again jumped up, seemingly turning in mid-air, quickly vanished into the woods!</p><p></p><p> We went to where the deer was standing and started looking for blood. We looked for a bit and couldn't find any blood. My grandfather told me that I'd missed, and that we'd head home. I argued (probably crying) that I couldn't have missed, so to humor me and likely to shut me up we started following the bucks tracks. I'm guess'n that about in about 20 or 25 yards….he found a single, small drop of blood. He yelled to me, "boy here's blood….you did hit him"!</p><p></p><p> My grandfather followed him using the blood trail that was getting bigger and better, and by tracks left in the mud and water. At one point, there was a very small elevated spot above the water we were wading through. There was a large Beech tree on this little mound, and beneath the Beech was a large pool of blood with a hoof print in the middle!</p><p></p><p>We continued to trail the deer though the flooded "flats" until we came to another tree top left by timber cutters. My grandfather trailed the deer right into this top, and said, "there's your deer boy"! I jumped and pointed my gun toward the top….fully expecting the deer to come bust'n out. He didn't '….he was dead!</p><p> </p><p> My grandfather pointed me in the direction of his fence line….he would stay with the deer.</p><p></p><p> Once at the house, I told everyone that we had a deer down….my Dad went with me back into the woods, yelling back and forth with my grandfather until we got to the him and the deer.</p><p></p><p> We took him to a local butcher to be cut up. While the deer was being cut up….word got around about the kid that had killed a little buck deer. Before long, there were people from all around the area that showed-up to see the deer and the kid that had killed it!</p><p></p><p> I lost my grandfather about 10 years later, he passed away in his late '80's …..never having killed a deer! memtb</p><p></p><p> I warned that it would be long! <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="😉" title="Winking face :wink:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" data-shortname=":wink:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="memtb, post: 2898743, member: 75451"] While I had done quite a bit of shooting, usually felt pretty confident with my shooting…..I was petrified at the thought of shooting at and missing the first deer that I’d ever seen! I said “Paw Paw, you shoot him”! Though only 55 steps, later stepped-off by my Dad…..it seemed a long shot! What I didn’t know was, my grandfather couldn’t clearly the deer, and would have to shoot between two trees. Later we found that from his his angle, 8 of the 9 lead balls from his “double aught” buckshot cut a nice semi-circle in a tree! The deer was facing East at his shot, the deer jumped straight-up into the air, landed in full alert, but didn’t yet run……I guess not certain which way to go. My grandfather was very slow to pump that old Model 12 Win., as he only had one hand…..having lost his lower arm in a sawmill accident when he was only 16 years old! Knowing this, I made a quick shot with my Stevens 22/410 over/under! With my shot, the deer again jumped up, seemingly turning in mid-air, quickly vanished into the woods! We went to where the deer was standing and started looking for blood. We looked for a bit and couldn’t find any blood. My grandfather told me that I’d missed, and that we’d head home. I argued (probably crying) that I couldn’t have missed, so to humor me and likely to shut me up we started following the bucks tracks. I’m guess’n that about in about 20 or 25 yards….he found a single, small drop of blood. He yelled to me, “boy here’s blood….you did hit him”! My grandfather followed him using the blood trail that was getting bigger and better, and by tracks left in the mud and water. At one point, there was a very small elevated spot above the water we were wading through. There was a large Beech tree on this little mound, and beneath the Beech was a large pool of blood with a hoof print in the middle! We continued to trail the deer though the flooded “flats” until we came to another tree top left by timber cutters. My grandfather trailed the deer right into this top, and said, “there’s your deer boy”! I jumped and pointed my gun toward the top….fully expecting the deer to come bust’n out. He didn’t ’….he was dead! My grandfather pointed me in the direction of his fence line….he would stay with the deer. Once at the house, I told everyone that we had a deer down….my Dad went with me back into the woods, yelling back and forth with my grandfather until we got to the him and the deer. We took him to a local butcher to be cut up. While the deer was being cut up….word got around about the kid that had killed a little buck deer. Before long, there were people from all around the area that showed-up to see the deer and the kid that had killed it! I lost my grandfather about 10 years later, he passed away in his late ‘80’s …..never having killed a deer! memtb I warned that it would be long! 😉 [/QUOTE]
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