Posted By: KRal
The dark side of handgun hunting - 11/28/2011 12:12 AM
Well, since gun season opened here in MS, I've been trying to break-in my new FA 97 45 colt. It seems whenever you have a new toy, the critters (in this cas: deer) don't see the importance of "break'n it in".
Without going into a lengthy detail leading up to the topic; let's just say, if it coulda went wrong that morning, it did (before I got in the stand). After get'n in to my stand (for the second time) I was trying to get settled when two mature doe came strolling down one of the trails I was perched over. I had barely enough time to remove my backpack and sit down, when they showed. When I first spotted 'em, (couldn't hear 'em for 15mph winds) they were about 50 yards straight in front of me and moving quickly, diagnoling to my right. At this time, I'm scramb'n to get my hearing protection deployed, my revolver skin't, cover removed from JPoint and cock'n the hammer for a shot.
I haven't mentioned, yet, the stand does not have a shoot'n rail (part of the long story as to why I'm in it). By the time I made all the above, pre-execution, happen; the lead and largest doe was 45 yards to my right side. Even with the wind, she heard draw the hammer back (I must say, I did it hastely). At this time, I've got the gun about half extended, so I have to wait till she looks away to get the dot on her (she's stare'n a hole through me). She then starts down the trail again, I get the red dot on her, stop her and then......
This is where I broke my own self imposed rule (never shoot off-hand at a critter, further than 20 yards).
....at the blast from the 5.5" tube, she jumped straight up, mule kicked and ran 50 yards and stopped.......thinking "heart shot", waiting for her to fall; I prematurely celebrated by texting a few friends (SChunter being one). Then I noticed her walking away slowly, twitching her tail....yep, the classic gut shot routine. (I know exactly what I did, in the heat of the moment, I shanked the trigger pull!)
Now I've been, handgun only, hunting for 21 years now; and by abiding by my self imposed rules, up to this point, I've never made a bad shot on a deer (and I've killed quite a few). I know the old saying, "if you hunt long enough, it's gonna happen", but if I hadn't broke my rule; it wouldn't have happened yesterday. It was the haste of get'n ready, anxiousness of break'n in the FA97 and the overall excitement of the hunt.
Well, knowing it was a "less than desirable shot" I wasn't get'n down to inspect for 3 hrs. Knowing that it takes a gut shot deer (archery experience) about 6-8 hours to die; after the wait, I trailed slow and deliberate. About four hours after the shot, my son joined in on the trailing (he loves it). We made it to a ditch where we found lots of blood where she had layed down. Two minutes before this I had made the statement, "we probably need to slip out, go eat lunch and come back before the rain gets here"; but did we, noooooo....
After seeing the evidence, I decided to ease along the ditch to see if she was in it. Moving very slow and cautiously, I eased my way up the ditch, checking ever so often with my binos, when......I was standing two feet from the edge of the ditch, peeking over in it, I seen the tip of an ear! At this time I got my sons attention, and motioned him to get around behind me, so I could finish her off. As I ease my head forward, to see how she was laying; I noticed the ditch bank was undercut and she was under it, facing me. There was not enough exposed for a shot. Right about then, she must have noticed the bill of my cap; and evidently did not like the looks of it......she came up, quick as lighting and I did one of them "halemary shots", that did not connect.
Well now I've blown it; I knew better! Now...we back out and go eat! After we eat and give her a little more time, we head back for round 2. Only this time, about 15 minutes into the track'n; it starts to pour down raining. Now if there was any blood, it's gone! After searching for three more hour, in the rain, we decided to call it quits.
It makes me sick to loose a deer, but I know that's the dark side of hunt'n; sooner or later it's gonna happen. Just got to sadle-up and ride again.
Without going into a lengthy detail leading up to the topic; let's just say, if it coulda went wrong that morning, it did (before I got in the stand). After get'n in to my stand (for the second time) I was trying to get settled when two mature doe came strolling down one of the trails I was perched over. I had barely enough time to remove my backpack and sit down, when they showed. When I first spotted 'em, (couldn't hear 'em for 15mph winds) they were about 50 yards straight in front of me and moving quickly, diagnoling to my right. At this time, I'm scramb'n to get my hearing protection deployed, my revolver skin't, cover removed from JPoint and cock'n the hammer for a shot.
I haven't mentioned, yet, the stand does not have a shoot'n rail (part of the long story as to why I'm in it). By the time I made all the above, pre-execution, happen; the lead and largest doe was 45 yards to my right side. Even with the wind, she heard draw the hammer back (I must say, I did it hastely). At this time, I've got the gun about half extended, so I have to wait till she looks away to get the dot on her (she's stare'n a hole through me). She then starts down the trail again, I get the red dot on her, stop her and then......
This is where I broke my own self imposed rule (never shoot off-hand at a critter, further than 20 yards).
....at the blast from the 5.5" tube, she jumped straight up, mule kicked and ran 50 yards and stopped.......thinking "heart shot", waiting for her to fall; I prematurely celebrated by texting a few friends (SChunter being one). Then I noticed her walking away slowly, twitching her tail....yep, the classic gut shot routine. (I know exactly what I did, in the heat of the moment, I shanked the trigger pull!)
Now I've been, handgun only, hunting for 21 years now; and by abiding by my self imposed rules, up to this point, I've never made a bad shot on a deer (and I've killed quite a few). I know the old saying, "if you hunt long enough, it's gonna happen", but if I hadn't broke my rule; it wouldn't have happened yesterday. It was the haste of get'n ready, anxiousness of break'n in the FA97 and the overall excitement of the hunt.
Well, knowing it was a "less than desirable shot" I wasn't get'n down to inspect for 3 hrs. Knowing that it takes a gut shot deer (archery experience) about 6-8 hours to die; after the wait, I trailed slow and deliberate. About four hours after the shot, my son joined in on the trailing (he loves it). We made it to a ditch where we found lots of blood where she had layed down. Two minutes before this I had made the statement, "we probably need to slip out, go eat lunch and come back before the rain gets here"; but did we, noooooo....
After seeing the evidence, I decided to ease along the ditch to see if she was in it. Moving very slow and cautiously, I eased my way up the ditch, checking ever so often with my binos, when......I was standing two feet from the edge of the ditch, peeking over in it, I seen the tip of an ear! At this time I got my sons attention, and motioned him to get around behind me, so I could finish her off. As I ease my head forward, to see how she was laying; I noticed the ditch bank was undercut and she was under it, facing me. There was not enough exposed for a shot. Right about then, she must have noticed the bill of my cap; and evidently did not like the looks of it......she came up, quick as lighting and I did one of them "halemary shots", that did not connect.
Well now I've blown it; I knew better! Now...we back out and go eat! After we eat and give her a little more time, we head back for round 2. Only this time, about 15 minutes into the track'n; it starts to pour down raining. Now if there was any blood, it's gone! After searching for three more hour, in the rain, we decided to call it quits.
It makes me sick to loose a deer, but I know that's the dark side of hunt'n; sooner or later it's gonna happen. Just got to sadle-up and ride again.