There's only five of us that hunt this farm; some of us have for the past ten years. Jerry said if that we didn't kill this deer, he would lease the farm to a hunt club with dogs to rid his property of it. We didn't know if he was kidding or what, but we weren't going to take any chances. The only thing he remembered was that it was a spike, but one of them looked like a spoon. Well, the hunt was on. We didn't want to lose this land.
A couple of the boys had seen him, but couldn't get a shot. I asked about the spoon thing. They said that it did sort of look like a spoon. Yesterday I hunted a stand where he was seen last. Sure enough, here he comes. It was 47 paces to where I shot him. He was walking and I lead him about a foot, which wasn't enough at that distance. I hit him too far back. It was close to dark when this all started. I tracked him and found where he had stopped four different times. The blood was thick red, so I know I had hit him too far back and probably around the liver. Darkness had set in and my flashlight wasn't strong enough to really see what I needed to see. I was in the middle of some power lines when I found the last bit of blood that he stopped at. It was a good pool, so I knew he was close, but I couldn't see him.
I called a friend of mine and told him what was going on. He said we'd find him in the morning. I took an arrow and put it where the last bit of blood was found. At 7:05 my buddy calls me and says he found the deer on his four-wheeler. Amazing! He said it was ten yards from where I put the arrow in the middle of the power lines.
Needless to say, we're going to be able to keep hunting on this land. Ol' Spoon Head is no more.
I'm taking this over to Jerry to verify he won't get run over any more.
Wes
I'VE UESD THIS ONE twice
