The last weekends hunt

Well let’s try this again, since I lost it all last time when I tried to add pictures. This time I’ll save before adding pictures. On Wednesday I had a VA appointment at 1:30 so since I have not got to hunt much this since my fishing trip surgery I took off Wednesday-Friday to catch up on a little hunting. I started Wednesday morning since I didn’t have to be at the appointment early. I hunted a block that I have never hunted before. I started out on this old fire trail that was the border of this block so I could see how things looked. I hadn’t gone 200 yards when I had a doe cross the trail just 10 yards in front of me. I had the wind in my face so she didn’t smell me at all and didn’t spook. As I slipped on past her I had gone about another 100 yards when I saw a hog working his way to me. I let him get about 40 yards then squeezed off a 270 round and drilled him right in the head. (DTR) Since it was early still I decided to walk on and scout out the block. During the scout I had the chance to shoot another hog but didn’t because I had to make the appointment. Thursday I had promised my dad that I would take him fishing again. We got there before daylight and were ready to fish at daylight. The weather was good for about two hours before the rain and wind started blowing. We were able to catch 6 specks before the weather got too bad and had to return home. Friday morning I went back hunting and since I had seen a good bit of sign in that block on Wednesday I decided to go back there. I went to a good spot that I had found just out of sight of where I had killed the hog on Wednesday. I had sat there for 1 ½ hours and started getting cold. So I thought to myself that I’d just walk. I had only gone 20 yards when I walked up on a hog. I found a hole in the brush and drilled the ole A Bolt right in the head. (DTR) Since I had all day and it was early and cold I continued to hunt. I had walked for about 1 ½ hours when I returned to an area that I noticed a scrap that had not been worked in quite some time because there was leaves in it. It looked wet so I had to check it out and yes it had been peed in. Well I was going to come back and hunt this spot that afternoon, so I was picking out a spot and breaking a couple small twigs to have an open shot. All of a sudden I heard something running towards me and I noticed that it was 4 deer. Noticing right away that one of them was a good buck, they ran up inside 40 yards and stopped. I had a little brush between the buck and myself but knew that I had to do something right then or lose my chance. I squeezed off a round of the ole 270 and dropped him right there. (DTR) as I walked up to him I could see that he was an 8 point. Now I had a guilt and a buck only 50 yards apart and I was on cloud nine. I probably looked like one of those guys on a hunting show that way over reacts when they make a kill, but I was pumped. I had a 112 lbs. guilt and an 8 point buck down together on a morning hunt, something that not everyone does all of the time. I got them back to the camp and hanging on the rack before all of the other hunters got back from there morning hunt. It was a good thing because 3 other guys had killed a hog each and they had to take a number for the rack. I got them cleaned and in the walk-in cooler in no time. That afternoon I went back to the same block, and at 5:45 saw another hog at about 100 yards. I drew up to shoot him, as I pulled it up on his head I pulled it too far in front of him and as I went to pull it back on him I pulled the trigger. I knew right away that it had gone in front of him. Saturday morning I carried my dad and my oldest daughter with me hunting. She is 18 and wanted to slip hunt on the ground. She had a doe tag to fill of my dad’s so she was “hair hunting”. She had got off in an area of the block that she wanted to hunt when about 1 hour into the hunt she walked up on a doe and shot it. Then not 10 yards away was a spike that only had one horn. But she didn’t shot it because she said that she wanted to kill a bigger buck. She called me on the phone to tell me what she had killed and that she was going to continue hunting. About 45 minutes later she call me and tell me “dad I just had a 6 point in her sights and when I squeezed it off it just clicked.” I told her well put the round in her pocket and I would look at it when we got back together. And she said “No dad, I didn’t have a round chambered.” She had forgotten to load another round after she had shot the doe. I told her man I couldn’t believe it but that I was on my way to pick her up so we could go and get the doe. As I was getting close to where she was at I heard her shoot again. At this point I’m thinking that maybe the 6 point that she had just missed heard me coming and ran back to her. When I got to her she was almost in tears. She told me dad I just shot at the biggest deer that she had ever seen. And had missed him. She told me dad I missed him but we have got to look for blood and we did with no avail. That afternoon she wanted to go back to the same spot to hunt for that buck again. I dropped her off at the place that I had picked her up and that she had missed the buck of a lifetime. I was going to go about ½ miles away and as I’m walking into my stand I hear her shoot. I’m thinking dang she has gone in there again and got a shot off on a buck. I called her right away to see what she had done. When she answered she said that she had just shot a hog. I told her well stay there and I would come back there and get it and carry it back to the camp and clean it while she finished her hunt. Thank goodness she didn’t kill anything else. So altogether in a 3 day hunt we have 3 hogs and two deer in the cooler. Not too shabby to end a season. can't attach any pictures sorry

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