I shot my first deer yesterday! I sat about 20 feet up on a river bank overlooking a bunch of tiny bushes with small clearings. My dad volunteered to go further downstream ,to where we had seen a bunch of deer go down to the river, and try to push the deer towards me.His pushing did nothing, but 5 minutes later a small buck crept in at 40 yards. I thought he was a 2x2. I grunted at him and he stopped and looked the opposite way presenting a slight quartering away shot. I raised my .243 to my shoulder and, because of the 30+ degree angle, held 3 inches above the back of the lungs. I squeezed the trigger and he jumped, kicked his legs out behind him, and ran. My only thought was " Oh no! Your not going anywhere!". I reloaded and shot twice more. 30 yards later he stumbled and fell. I stayed there for a minute to try to comprehend what I had just done. I climbed down a sharp, sandy 3 foot drop, then tripped over a log, the slid down another 50 degree 20 foot long slope, walked through 10 yards of thick cover, and I was at my deer. He was a 3x4 with quite a wide rack on him. Now comes the crappy part, literally, I discovered that the first shot had killed him and the second and third had hit the guts
. What a mess! 15 minutes later my dad arrived in his truck. During the dressing we found that the first Winchester Power Point had turned the lungs to jelly. You can imagine what happened to the guts. Later I found out that my dad had nearly rearranged th innards of a wolf with his 12 gauge but his gun jammed. I gotta leave now cause I got meat to cut.
Minihuntur
