Anybody kill this weekend?

[Warmouth]

Was the deer hunting good with the snow?

I scouted and moved a stand but didn't hunt.

[Great White Hunter]

We don't care about your hunt this weekend, MOCraig.

[Great White Hunter]

And your point is?

[RB]

Geez, why don't you kids go out and play or something.

[JimDog]

I whacked a doe sunday morning. It was windy as heck, and she snuck up behind me. I stood up to look behind me, and there she was - walking straight toward me. Grabbed my bow, drew, and let it fly. double lung pass thru at about 8 yards. She ran about 20 feet and piled up - dead as a doorknob.

Then yesterday evening, I went out for a couple of hours. I wanted to check out a new spot that I have never hunted, so it was really more of a scouting mission then anything. I was walking along a corn field and heard something thrashing in the corn about 15 feet from me. I looked thru the corn, and there laying on the ground was a buck. He was deep enough in that I could not see how big it was, but it was kicking its legs and could not stand up, and I could definitely see .

I took a couple of steps along the side of the corn field to get a better look, but didn't want to get to close, remembering Robin's story from last week. Every time I took a step, he would kick and try go get up but couldnt. I took a few more steps and finally got to where I could get an arrow in him, and shot him right behind the shoulder as he was laying on the ground.

I am not sure where I hit him, but he stood up. He was standing there like he was drunk - kinda leaning and wobbly. I knocked up another arrow and right before I drew - he took off. I couldn't believe it. The corn was thick enough that as soon as he went about 5 feet - he was out of view again. I walked in to where I shot him, and found the back half of my arrow, broken off and covered in dark red blood laying on the ground. I started following the blood trail thru the corn and then I heard him come out of the corn and saw him run down into a creek . He tried running up the opposite bank, but couldn't - he just slid back down into the creek.

I walked down to the creek and he was laying on the frozen creek wheezing, almost dead. He lifted his head and it was one of the most pitiful things I have ever seen. I launched another arrow which hit him in the heart, and he died on the spot.

I drug him to the bank of the creek, and flipped him over. It was nasty. He had apparently been hit by a car, His side was all matted down blood and mud where he had been laying up in that corn field - apparently for several days. One side of his rack was busted off, and he had lacerations on his legs and underside. I drug him out of the creek and up on some dry ground and left him for the coyotes.

After doing this, I wondered if what I did was legal or not. First of all, legally, it was a 3 pointer (would have been a six, but half of his rack was missing). This is in an antler restriction area. Also, I did not tag it and keep it - I just let it lie. There is no doubt that I did the right thing - that deer was not going to live, and had to have been sufferning. There was no way I could in good concience have left it there suffering. But was what I did legal?

[Warmouth]

If you reported it to MDC, then it is legal, if not, you're an official poacher.

I would have done the same though JD.

[Great White Hunter]

JD - If I were you, I'd delete your post, and never speak of this again. Seriously.

[Shawn]

You did the right thing...legal? Who cares, it was the right thing to do.

Delete the post, speak of it no more.

[hobiecat]

In this instance you were right but not legal.



fornicate deleteing the post. For all anyone knows this was just a story to generate a discussion. Anyone, besides me or PS, would have a hard time proving anything different.

[lonepine]

Thanks for the great story JD, TO bad it was just fiction. Oh by the way nice job MOCraig on the does, when dinner?

[Duck Me Runnin]

About 7:00 Sat morning, six slickheads entered a field about 600 yds. from me, headed my way. 5 Mins. later, 4 of the 6 headed West. Unfortunately for them, my two buddies were West of me. Only 2 continued their journey West. It took longer for me to walk back and get the 4-wheeler than it did to fill 4 tags.



JD,



About 5 years ago, me and a bud were on a Jan. quail hunt. The dogs rousted several deer from a crp field, but they didn't see them. The deer ran over the hill, jumped the woven wire fence, and could be heard running through the frozen corn stubble in the next field. Well, all but the last one.........



I just heard a crash, and no cloven hooves going through the corn. I had my buddy hold the dogs, and walked up the hill.



What I found was a yearling doe, who had apparently hit the fence, and broken her neck. I thought maybe she was just dazed, and actually tried to help her to her feet. It was soon obvious that wasn't going to happen.



My buddy Dave came up the hill with the dogs leashed. While we were trying to decide if the " right " , but illegal thing to do was to end her suffering, she took a deep breath, and died. ( We were on private ground, and could easily have taken care of the deer ourselves )



With the deer being dead, we called the possum cop, and told him what had occured. We offered for him to come and inspect the deer, but he only asked if we wanted the deer.



So, who in their right mind would turn down a tender yearling deer that died from a broken neck ? Not me.



I've never drug home so much meat from a quail hunt.