The Doe That Got Away
We had seen nothing all day except one or two does too far out. From 5:30 am to 2:00 pm nothing. We decided to walk Toad Creek as our last resort of the day. My older brother Justin and I walked the creek and small woods while my dad sat by our 4 wheeler on the west side of the woods, the way we were walking. My uncle was south side with my uncle’s friend Chris.
We walked the woods and nothing came out, so we walked the rest of the creek on the one side of the road. BANG! BANG! BANG! We finally kicked up 2 good sized does. My dad shot both. One lay dead about 40 feet in front of him skid marks behind her. The other was nowhere to be seen. Dad knew that he had shot her but we didn’t see her. We met up with everybody to decide what to do. We decided to bring the doe we had back to my grandpa’s house and then go search the other woods across the road for her.
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Dad and I laid her across the front of the 4 wheeler.
Dad drove and I sat behind him and held on to her legs. We finally made it to grandpa’s house and dropped her on the concrete pad next to one of the sheds, and we went up to the house to explain why we were going to be late for supper.
We drove back over to where we had met up with everybody and decided that we were going to search the small woods behind my house for her because that is the direction that she ran. I walked over there with Justin and we walked a little more of the creek and didn’t find her but we did kick up another doe. We walked the woods and the creek more but still didn’t find her.
We searched past the hunting time, but still couldn’t find her. I drove our 4 wheeler with Justin, Dad, Uncle Nick, Chris, and Grandpa riding along. We had to go up a hill that was at about a 45 degree angle. Our 4 wheeler wasn’t happy that we had to do that. We went back to the trucks, and then we drove back to my grandpa’s
house. We arrived back at my grandpa’s house and told everybody that we had not found the doe. We chained the doe we had up to the skid loader and drove out to the edge of the field at the back of the farm, and my uncle’s friend Chris gutted her out. From there we moved to a building we call the Deer Building to skin and cut up the doe. My uncle and Chris skinned the doe, then started cutting of big pieces to be cut up into smaller pieces. My dad, grandpa, Justin, and I cut up the pieces. Finally we walked up to my grandpa’s house and put the meat that was to stay whole in airtight bags and then the ground meat we put into bags also. We sat around the rest of the night eating, talking, joking, telling stories, and my uncle, dad, Justin, and Chris drank beer. We didn't get home until about 1:00 am. Overall it was a great day.
After an hour and forty five minute drive I was home. I still had over two hours of prime hunting left. I saw several deer that afternoon but they were all too far away for a shot. Just before dark I had a doe come in to about 125 yards away. Knowing that there was little chance that I could hit the deer I took a shot. Sure enough It was a clean miss. Disappointed I hopped back in my car and headed back to East Lansing. The next day I got up at five in the morning and headed to Muskegon. The next Tuesday my roommate and I decided to try are luck again. My roommate and I went to high school together and we had always been hunting partners. I had a class at one o'clock that day so we could only hunt till eleven that morning. We were in the field a half hour before light. I was optimistic that I could get a descent shot off that morning.
so that may have been had not Bessie's short search for me led her to
As we knocked our arrow in the bow we strolled into the woods as quiet as a mouse. Kevin showed me where the stand was and i went into game mode. I climbed in the stand and i started to look around. Less than 30 minutes a 4 pointer came at 23 yards but since it was small i let him walk. I had about 10 minutes of light left and it has been 2 hours since i seen him. Crashhhhh. A doe was at 20 yards. I drew back and looked threw the sites. I seen that she had no idea i was there and i felt bad if i would have taken her life. I diss drawn and let the doe walk.
The path ran up a hill. Seems like there is chains about my feet… a bush caught her ...
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