Finally got around to getting my camera to the same place I had a computer I could upload to.
Took my new to me .375 H&H No. 1 with a Leupold 1.75-6X with a German No. 1 reticle out on Nov. 27. Not long after sunrise I heard a shot from the direction a neighbor is always wounding deer so I was craning my neck to see if anything would come limping along to which I could put the coup-de-grace.
Saw a flicker in my peripheral and looked up just in time to see a doe run by about 75 yards out through heavy brush with a set of smallish antlers hot on her heels. Poot!
I hadn't shot a buck since November of '06 due to concentrating on getting my youngest son some shots. He didn't get up to go with me this morning so I intended to finally take one for myself.
Fifteen minutes later I saw a fairly large rack (for our area) moving my way but it was so thick I couldn't count points the mainframe looked thick enough, that I would shoot it.
When it stepped into a small opening I squeezed the trigger. With its muzzlebrake removed the No.1 still didn't kick much, and due to auditory exclusion seemed about like shooting one with a .270. Problem was the deer spun around and ran on his backtrail apparently unfazed or hit. WTF, over?
He stopped, reversed and started moseying back the way he'd come and I held on an opening and when he stepped into the gap I clearly saw the reticle in the heart area and squeezed.
This time he took off at a dead run and showed no humping, tail spinning or any other signs of a hit. By the time I reloaded he was just a white patch fading in the distance. WTFx2! This rifle was zeroed dead on at 100 yards with Federal 270 gr. softpoints. How could it have shifted? Had I hit a limb?
Decided to wait 20 minutes then go look for blood. After 10 minutes, here he came back along his backtrail! This time I picked a spot about 85 yards away that was totally clear of any possible obstruction. When he stepped into the gap I whistled, he stopped and I squeezed.
He first reared up on his rear legs and then sprang straight into the air like a Lippizaner stallion. When he landed on wobbly legs he lurched forward with blood pouring and steam roaring from the visible wound. He flopped after staggering about 25 yards. I reloaded and covered him for a couple minutes until I was sure he was breathing no more and NOT going to jump back up.
Figuring clear I'd somehow bypassed his Kevlar and ceramic plates on the final shot, I got out of the stand and approached him.
Talk about ground shrinkage! Those mainbeams had indeed diminished. It was a young, small 7 pointer. He sported a caliber-sized entry and slightly larger exit.
Backtracked as I always do and there were buckets of blood that came out of him with just about every step. Got to the Airs Above the Ground impact site and saw where the big slug had drilled into the soft ground beyond him.
Uh oh, 10 yards to the left of where he'd been shot was a glistening, palm-sized patch of blood. Surely not.
But I went and checked and sure enough five yards further west was a thumb sized drop, then a couple of pin pricks then a bigger spot. I started glassing ahead of me, and there he was; THE FIRST DEER I SHOT!
Crept up on him but he was long gone. This one was a big 5 pointer. Post mortem it looked like my young elephant gun's projectile had struck a branch between my stand and the deer on the first shot and hit back in the paunch sideways! Nice.
The second shot was a near copy of the killing shot on the smaller buck, except it apparently just grazed the leading edge of the heart and it took him awhile to bleed out. He'd gone nearly 100 yards through heavy brush before laying down to die.
So, what I'm gonna do is put the skull caps of both these bucks on a piece of rough white oak lumber with three empty .375 H&H hulls and a placque that says: "Trust yourself!"
Dang near killed myself trying to drag these suckers out of the woods by myself, finally went back to town, woke my son up and had him help. Gotta get an ATV.
Meanwhile, the backstraps and burgers have been good.
The H&H Bros. Tropical Heat Closeup Right Up to the EXIT Hole
Long Drag God Bless our Troops