Post by Fisherman on Sept 26, 2007 14:23:35 GMT -5
I went out with my brother for the first time. We left around 4ish and got set up around 6ish. I heard a few call each other and with it being my first time out it was incredibly exciting. As they were walking towards me I thought I was going to get a shot off but it started to pour rain. After about 5 minutes I didn't hear or see them anymore so we both just left. My brother saw a couple but didn't have a good shot.
Later that day we left around 4 and were set up in our tree stands by 6. We both were at a pinch point. At about 7 I heard one by my brothers tree stand. He was about 50-75 yards away from me, I could barely see him. He stood up slowly and I watched him take the shot, saw the doe kick and run off. We both waited 25 minutes then climbed down. By the time we got our stands packed up, it was 8 and pitch black. We followed the blood trail and found blood splatter that looked bubbly. I guess that means it would be a lung shot? Later I found what looked like pieces of lung she might of coughed up. The trail went dead and it was hard to see with just 2 small headlamps. We panned out and I found the second trail and we followed it for about 100 yards. It went dead again and it was about 11 so we decided to head back to the truck and call it an "L". We were tired because we had our treestands on our back and we must of hiked for hours. On the drive home we decided to drop our gear off, change, get some flashlights, and we got my sister in law and her father to help us find the deer. (Using whatever means nessicary since it was our responsibility) We went back and retraced our steps, I found the 3rd blood trail but after that it went dead in about 20 yards. We panned our for about an hour looking in thick crap and behind down trees hoping to find her. There was no way this deer was still alive, it was a great lung shot and there was blood all over. Unfortionatly, we never did find her. We must of searched for about 3-4 hours easily trying to find her. It was pitch black so she could of been 5 yards away from us and never even saw her. I think I was more dissapointed then my brother was with me being my first time out and doing a decent job of tracking it. (Snow would make things so much easier
) It was one hell of a day and I learned a lot.
Later that day we left around 4 and were set up in our tree stands by 6. We both were at a pinch point. At about 7 I heard one by my brothers tree stand. He was about 50-75 yards away from me, I could barely see him. He stood up slowly and I watched him take the shot, saw the doe kick and run off. We both waited 25 minutes then climbed down. By the time we got our stands packed up, it was 8 and pitch black. We followed the blood trail and found blood splatter that looked bubbly. I guess that means it would be a lung shot? Later I found what looked like pieces of lung she might of coughed up. The trail went dead and it was hard to see with just 2 small headlamps. We panned out and I found the second trail and we followed it for about 100 yards. It went dead again and it was about 11 so we decided to head back to the truck and call it an "L". We were tired because we had our treestands on our back and we must of hiked for hours. On the drive home we decided to drop our gear off, change, get some flashlights, and we got my sister in law and her father to help us find the deer. (Using whatever means nessicary since it was our responsibility) We went back and retraced our steps, I found the 3rd blood trail but after that it went dead in about 20 yards. We panned our for about an hour looking in thick crap and behind down trees hoping to find her. There was no way this deer was still alive, it was a great lung shot and there was blood all over. Unfortionatly, we never did find her. We must of searched for about 3-4 hours easily trying to find her. It was pitch black so she could of been 5 yards away from us and never even saw her. I think I was more dissapointed then my brother was with me being my first time out and doing a decent job of tracking it. (Snow would make things so much easier
) It was one hell of a day and I learned a lot.