Went to Llano to hunt this last couple of days. I was hunting for a mature Doe or a fat spike. Sitting in my stand Wensday evening I had a whole herd of cows around me. I mean they were right under my stand. Of all the acres they have to feed they seem to like feeding around me while I'm trying to hunt.
Well the feeders went off on time 4:30pm and the cows went over to my feeder pen to check it out. I guess they decided it wasn't worth it so they continue to graze. All the time I was wishing they would graze away from my feeders. Well they finally moved away but they were still all around my stand. I was getting pretty stressed out over the whole situation.
At about 5:45pm a button buck stepped out. He was kinda skittish and kept looking back. Well I kinda had an idea what he was looking for. She finally stepped out and she to was really skittish. Seem like every little thing made her jump. She just would not present a good shot to me.
She finally jump and ran a little bit into a opening and stood broadside to me.The whole time I could hear the cows chomping away and ripping the grass out of the ground. I was a nervous wreak. I got the cross hairs on her and squeezed off the shot.
It was getting dark fast so I got out of the blind and went over to where I shot at her. I could not find any blood. I walked in several directions looking for blood or her. It got dark and I continue to look for her going back and forth trying to figure out which direction she might have gone.
I went back to where I thought I shot her and found a little chunk of meat stuck to a blade of grass. Then I found a piece of white fur and another drop of blood. I knew then that I had made a bad shot. I am not sure what happened when I took the shot, I felt like I had the cross hairs right where they were suppose to be when I pulled the trigger.
My batteries were starting to give out on my flashlight so I decided to back out of there and look for her the next day. I layed awake most of the night thinking about the shot I had made and the piece of white fur. I came to the conclusion that I either grazed her chest or hit her in the shoulder and the piece of fur was from her leg.
Finally the alarm went off and it was time to go hunt/look for her. I sat in my stand til 8
oam and decided it was time to go search for her. I retraced everything even looked at the brush and trees to see if the bullet had hit them when I shot.
I found good blood alot of it but it wasn't lung blood. She had circled back around to the other side of the feeder. I thought I would find her at any time now. I kept tracking her and finding less and less blood. There were so many game trails I would go down each one to find a sign of blood.
After tracking her for a couple of hundred yards I caught up to her. She stumbled around and I had herd her and then spotted movement in the brush. I positioned myself down wind and got her in my scope again. All I could see was her head and took the shot.
After looking at her I had somehow shot her in the leg just below the shoulder the night before. I not only hit one leg I had hit both front legs. I thanked God for letting me find her.
I am not proud of this story but felt like writing it and sharing the experience with you all. I have regained my confidence by finding her. I think it was the cows chomping at the grass that broke my considtration when I was aiming at her or she might have jumped just I pulled the trigger. Not sure. I am going to the range today to check the gun so I can eliminate that as possible cause for the bad shot.
Oh yeah I almost forgot she wieghed 90lbs. Thanks for reading my story and good hunting to all.