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Alright kiddies... I am partly doing this because I have been bashed once today by someone for hunting and you know what I just feel like being a troll. If You have a problem with this then by God don't look at it. If you are going to say something about it please make it worth my while. I don't mind having a calm logical conversation about hunting and the good and the bads about it. I am not a cold hearted killer who hates animals. The story behind the buck proves that. I will not put up with stupidity. this is the way we feed ourselves as we boy cot meat from supermarkets ( yes that means we kill our own cows, pigs and chickens.) I am not going to deal with some ignorant fool who thinks their petty insults are going to hurt me. That being said please refrain from spamming this page with bull shit. Thank you.

Story behind the deer:

A success! This big guy was actually taken out of pity and mercy. Earlier in the year we rescued him from poachers. I was guiding my cousin on a bow hunt and we happened to find some guys tromping across the private property. It is our property no one was supposed to be there but us. So we get up and go running over. After a bit of a Mexican stand off me pulling my knife and my cousin pulling his side arm. Seeing that I was dead serious about putting them both in the boothill they left quickly.

So we were like ... wonder what they were hurrying after. We get up over the hill and here's this huge buck tangled up in snare wire and barbed wire from the fence they ran him through. As much as we wanted to shoot him neither of us had the heart to do it. He was healthy and scared out of his mind, panting with his mouth open big eyes looking at us. So I threw my jacket over his head and quickly put my arm over his neck, covering his eyes under the jacket with one hand and holding his foreleg up out of the way.

My cousin cut the wire away and then traded places with me so I could check him over. I am in no way a vet but I did my best. He had some nasty cuts on his flank and across his belly, but it didn't really look too bad. His left hind leg was swollen up pretty good from where he took out the fence I assume and it made it hard to feel much of anything. He had what I assumed was a bullet wound on his back, knowing my animal anatomy... I was worried that it had hit his spine but he was moving just fine. That would have explained why he was running in the first place and why he didn't get over the fence

So We stepped back and he struggled to his feet and limped a few hundred yards away, looked back at us and limped out of sight hardly using that back leg.

It was ... of about a week or so after that I was taking the same cousins bother out with his rifle. I was going to show him where we had rescued the big ol buck and then we were going to check this little bend in the river not far off for fresh sign. So we got to where the fence had been torn up and the wire and shit was still there. We walk about ... 3 miles, crossing over one of our fences to the river and I am shocked to look up and see that familiar rack sticking up out of the grass.

First thought is that he passed not to long after we rescued him. As we started going towards him we were both shocked to see him get up and run toward the fence. There really wasn't any time to shoot because what happened next put us both in disbelief. If you have never heard a bone snap... you wont know what I am talking about when i say that he jumped the four strand fence , landed on his forelegs on the other side and the most god awful sound sent him spiraling to the ground.
I was about half see when he tried to get up and crawl away I remember almost shoving my cousin off his feet yelling "Put him down, put him down!"

He quickly put the animal down and when we got up to him it was obvious that his back had broken just about the same area the wound was. Needless to say ... we went home with an amazing story a beautiful animal and meat to put in the freezer.

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Alright kiddies... I am partly doing this because I have been bashed once today by someone for hunting and you know what I just feel like being a troll. If You have a problem with this then by God don't look at it. If you are going to say something about it please make it worth my while. I don't mind having a calm logical conversation about hunting and the good and the bads about it. I am not a cold hearted killer who hates animals. The story behind the buck proves that. I will not put up with stupidity. this is the way we feed ourselves as we boy cot meat from supermarkets ( yes that means we kill our own cows, pigs and chickens.) I am not going to deal with some ignorant fool who thinks their petty insults are going to hurt me. That being said please refrain from spamming this page with bull shit. Thank you.

Story behind the deer:

A success! This big guy was actually taken out of pity and mercy. Earlier in the year we rescued him from poachers. I was guiding my cousin on a bow hunt and we happened to find some guys tromping across the private property. It is our property no one was supposed to be there but us. So we get up and go running over. After a bit of a Mexican stand off me pulling my knife and my cousin pulling his side arm. Seeing that I was dead serious about putting them both in the boothill they left quickly.

So we were like ... wonder what they were hurrying after. We get up over the hill and here's this huge buck tangled up in snare wire and barbed wire from the fence they ran him through. As much as we wanted to shoot him neither of us had the heart to do it. He was healthy and scared out of his mind, panting with his mouth open big eyes looking at us. So I threw my jacket over his head and quickly put my arm over his neck, covering his eyes under the jacket with one hand and holding his foreleg up out of the way.

My cousin cut the wire away and then traded places with me so I could check him over. I am in no way a vet but I did my best. He had some nasty cuts on his flank and across his belly, but it didn't really look too bad. His left hind leg was swollen up pretty good from where he took out the fence I assume and it made it hard to feel much of anything. He had what I assumed was a bullet wound on his back, knowing my animal anatomy... I was worried that it had hit his spine but he was moving just fine. That would have explained why he was running in the first place and why he didn't get over the fence

So We stepped back and he struggled to his feet and limped a few hundred yards away, looked back at us and limped out of sight hardly using that back leg.

It was ... of about a week or so after that I was taking the same cousins bother out with his rifle. I was going to show him where we had rescued the big ol buck and then we were going to check this little bend in the river not far off for fresh sign. So we got to where the fence had been torn up and the wire and shit was still there. We walk about ... 3 miles, crossing over one of our fences to the river and I am shocked to look up and see that familiar rack sticking up out of the grass.

First thought is that he passed not to long after we rescued him. As we started going towards him we were both shocked to see him get up and run toward the fence. There really wasn't any time to shoot because what happened next put us both in disbelief. If you have never heard a bone snap... you wont know what I am talking about when i say that he jumped the four strand fence , landed on his forelegs on the other side and the most god awful sound sent him spiraling to the ground.
I was about half see when he tried to get up and crawl away I remember almost shoving my cousin off his feet yelling "Put him down, put him down!"

He quickly put the animal down and when we got up to him it was obvious that his back had broken just about the same area the wound was. Needless to say ... we went home with an amazing story a beautiful animal and meat to put in the freezer.