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From the Internet:
Last week I had something very different happen to me over by Pampa.
This morning saw me sitting in my tri-pod, suffering thru 30
deg. temps with a biting NW wind in my face. Sure, some of you
have it colder, but this is the Texas Panhandle. Right about
the time I started to begin a stalk hunt (to warm up), seven
does filled the end of the field and I picked out (the one safe
shot) and dropped her in her tracks. The other doe's ran off,
then slowly returned to stay around another 45 min-or so. When
the last one started leaving, I began to get down as no bucks
wanted to come out and play. Half-way down the ladder, I looked
back into the field and saw my doe jerk!!! By the way, she was
only about 120 yds. away, so to see her move, something bad
was going on.
At first I thought she had only been stunned with a high spine
shot and was starting to get up. Then I saw another body along
side of her and I thought the 270 has shot thru her and hit another
deer that was bunched up after all. Then the object I couldn't
make out, attacked the doe's head and was all balled up around
it. Yikes, I thought!!! I quickly climbed back into the shooting
chair, re-attached my steady stick, centered the mass outline on
the doe's head and squeezed the trigger. Puff of hair, no movement.
After getting down and easing over to the doe.
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