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Greetings, Everyone!
I finally killed my first deer!
Before I tell you how that happened, let me give you the back story!
This is hands down THE MOST FUN I have ever had deer hunting!! In years past I was always told I had to sit like a statue, as quiet as a statue, and heaven forbit I breathe, blink, get a drink, or even worse, smoke a cigarette. I had to freeze to death and be miserable and never once got a deer (or even saw one).
Well! Bob and I went white tail hunting at home in MN but did not see any bucks that we wanted to shoot. We have been on the road for months working and would be home for a day or two. Long enough to unpack, do laundry, re-pack and leave again. During one of those brief times at home, we went out hunting and saw plenty of deer. In the stand, I had a heater, drinks, snacks, AND….cigarettes. Guess what? Plenty of deer came around. Did plenty of chit chatting and laughing too with my husband! We would have to quiet ourselves down a bit from laughing when one of us saw one and we would then get down to serious hunting business and decide if we wanted to shoot one. We did not on this occasion. As I said, I wanted a buck and out of all the does and bucks we saw, we decided to pass on all of them.
Bob and I were at our farm in Kansas working and managed to squeeze in a little time for hunting. Despite me being sick, I managed to get this 12 pt mule deer less than 20 minutes before last shooting light.
We had been out a couple of times that trip on the 2300 (no fences) acres doing work related tasks and there were quite a few amazing mulies out there, but I saw this guy and knew that was the one I had to have. Some of his tines are broken but I did not care. He was a nice big handsome guy, and I hoped I would be able to get him.
We saw a couple more that were bigger, some smaller; this one was the one for me though. It was cold and I was not dressed for the occasion. I didn’t really plan on hunting that evening because I felt so terrible. We were leaving the farm for the evening and whilst driving around checking on things I saw him again. So, I had to try.
Hunting out there is spot and stalk and there is generally a lot of walking and even more crawling involved. I was not going to spend hours on this endeavor due to the above-mentioned bit about being sick. Curious thing is, once the adrenaline gets pumping and you are after one, you forget a little about feeling so terrible. I still felt the cold plenty though, that is for sure!
He was over 500 yards away when I spotted him. Bob was with me, of course, and I needed to get closer. He moved to the top of a hill, and I told Bob, “I am not chasing him anymore!” We moved in and he was at 338 yards. Bob said, “You can make that shot no problem.” So, I put out my cigarette and did. We were out with Bob’s ‘truck gun’ which just happened to be…..wait for it….
6.5 Creedmoor!!
No seriously. That is what I killed it with!
The ammo I used: Hornady 129gr interbond @2950 fps.
The combo worked quite nicely, and Bob’s shoulder acted as my ‘shooting sticks’. My first deer was dead! I really did not want to walk anymore in the cold wind but walk more I did.
We went back to get the truck and drove it out to where my dead deer was. Bob took pics and then we were tasked with getting this big guy in the box of the pickup. I am quite thankful for ratchet straps and the sheer strength Bob possess since, thanks to my bad shoulders, I am far too wimpy to lift more than the tail. Well, I did hold his head up for the pics. (I do what I can haha!)
I am thrilled I got an amazing deer and even more so with how much fun I had and the memories I made this season deer hunting!!
I finally killed my first deer!
Before I tell you how that happened, let me give you the back story!
This is hands down THE MOST FUN I have ever had deer hunting!! In years past I was always told I had to sit like a statue, as quiet as a statue, and heaven forbit I breathe, blink, get a drink, or even worse, smoke a cigarette. I had to freeze to death and be miserable and never once got a deer (or even saw one).
Well! Bob and I went white tail hunting at home in MN but did not see any bucks that we wanted to shoot. We have been on the road for months working and would be home for a day or two. Long enough to unpack, do laundry, re-pack and leave again. During one of those brief times at home, we went out hunting and saw plenty of deer. In the stand, I had a heater, drinks, snacks, AND….cigarettes. Guess what? Plenty of deer came around. Did plenty of chit chatting and laughing too with my husband! We would have to quiet ourselves down a bit from laughing when one of us saw one and we would then get down to serious hunting business and decide if we wanted to shoot one. We did not on this occasion. As I said, I wanted a buck and out of all the does and bucks we saw, we decided to pass on all of them.
Bob and I were at our farm in Kansas working and managed to squeeze in a little time for hunting. Despite me being sick, I managed to get this 12 pt mule deer less than 20 minutes before last shooting light.
We had been out a couple of times that trip on the 2300 (no fences) acres doing work related tasks and there were quite a few amazing mulies out there, but I saw this guy and knew that was the one I had to have. Some of his tines are broken but I did not care. He was a nice big handsome guy, and I hoped I would be able to get him.
We saw a couple more that were bigger, some smaller; this one was the one for me though. It was cold and I was not dressed for the occasion. I didn’t really plan on hunting that evening because I felt so terrible. We were leaving the farm for the evening and whilst driving around checking on things I saw him again. So, I had to try.
Hunting out there is spot and stalk and there is generally a lot of walking and even more crawling involved. I was not going to spend hours on this endeavor due to the above-mentioned bit about being sick. Curious thing is, once the adrenaline gets pumping and you are after one, you forget a little about feeling so terrible. I still felt the cold plenty though, that is for sure!
He was over 500 yards away when I spotted him. Bob was with me, of course, and I needed to get closer. He moved to the top of a hill, and I told Bob, “I am not chasing him anymore!” We moved in and he was at 338 yards. Bob said, “You can make that shot no problem.” So, I put out my cigarette and did. We were out with Bob’s ‘truck gun’ which just happened to be…..wait for it….
6.5 Creedmoor!!
No seriously. That is what I killed it with!
The ammo I used: Hornady 129gr interbond @2950 fps.
The combo worked quite nicely, and Bob’s shoulder acted as my ‘shooting sticks’. My first deer was dead! I really did not want to walk anymore in the cold wind but walk more I did.
We went back to get the truck and drove it out to where my dead deer was. Bob took pics and then we were tasked with getting this big guy in the box of the pickup. I am quite thankful for ratchet straps and the sheer strength Bob possess since, thanks to my bad shoulders, I am far too wimpy to lift more than the tail. Well, I did hold his head up for the pics. (I do what I can haha!)
I am thrilled I got an amazing deer and even more so with how much fun I had and the memories I made this season deer hunting!!
I'm so proud of you! 
And i hope we can get you a nice whitetail on our Minnesota property.
I am already looking forward to hunting there next year!
