I wanted to share a series of emails from my Uncle Lonny at Camp99. The young man Is Wayne's son Trevor. Wayne is a founding member of the camp and a great guy. This is Trevor's first deer and he was using a 300sav EG.




"Hi Gary,
Here is a picture of Trevor and a buck he wounded out of the corner
stand where you shot your wheelbarrow buck. We chased it for a day
and a half, and for over 2 miles before Tom was able to run it down
and kill it. Quite a story. UL"


I tinkered with this photo a little.

"Hi Gary,
We were wondering how a .300 savage could fail to drop a buck at 20
yards, Wayne said he saw the hair on his front quarter open up a
little when Trevor shot and it looked like a good shot, so I went back
to the stand and found where the buck had jumped at the shot looked up
at the stand and this is what I saw......"




"Hi Gary,
Ya, he shot it through the tree, it wasn't a killing shot, he was
using 150 gr. and maybe 180's would be better, I once shot and killed
a buck shooting through an 8" dead balsam. The tree is about a 4"
maple. After he shot Wayne got off 2 shots with his .270 but had
dropped it out of a tree the night before and apparently it was off
quite a bit. The deer would have lived if Tom hadn't poked it at 250
yards, broke it's leg and the bullet exited through the brisket,
narrowly missing the boiler room.
Anyway, we are certain it was the same deer, everything fits. Sure
you can share the story, it was a pretty cool 1st deer. Trevor told
me it was a 10 pointer, turned out to have 3 on one side and 2 on the
other. He hung in there both days, I was the tracker and he was my
backup, holding the last blood because at times the trail was mighty
thin. After the shooting I carried his gun for safety reasons and in
case the buck jumped up in front of me.>
His Mom said he was one tired young lad and a mite grumpy when he got
home Sunday night but did go to school the next day. I will attach a
picture of Tom and Trevor with the deer.
I was cleaning out the junk drawer yesterday and came across an old
scrap of paper that said:

1. Clash and rattle (clash 3-4 times)
2. Rattle and stomp feet for 2 min.
3. Stop
4. Thrash brush 1 min.
5. Stop
6. Clash and rattle less violently for 1 min.
7. Stop
8. If you see one tickle. (out of sight)

Ah, those were the days, you greenhorns would do anything. Uncle Lon"


I should add that that little scrap of paper was directions for me. He was "teaching" me how to rattle in a deer. My uncle sat in a stand where he could see the show and Laugh while I hunkered down in some brush with rattling antlers stomping in the mud and rattling.

Haha, I've shot through tree's, missed the biggest buck of my life due to that. Good for the little guy to get a deer! Kinda sucks that it took awhile to find him but hey, s#$t happens.

How could they lose the trail with 2 inches of snow on the ground?

Nice buck, Congrads to the boy, Im sure he will rember this trip forever!

That's a real lesson in persistence. Good job Trevor!

Rod

Great first buck young man, congratulations . Tom

Congrats to the boy on his first buck.

That's quite a story, but I don't think I'll be changing from 150's to 180's so I can shoot through trees any better.

Although I do remember a time many, many years ago drawing a bead on a big (and I mean big) running Adirondack buck with my old model 8 35 Rem and blowing an 8" soft maple to smitherins about 4 ft in front of the bucks shoulder. Was shooting 200 grainers that day. Shot 4 more times at that ole' boy, but at that point he was running way faster than bullets travel.

Still havin' nightmares about that one.

Great story. Congratulations to Trevor. He'll always remember that deer.

Good thing they had some trackin' snow!

That story seems to dredge up lots and lots of memories. Don't have a good one myself but my Dad was victimized by a barb wire fence one year back on the farm. Took a front leg off at the knee with his .308 when it should have gone throught the lungs. We ran that one for a day and a half and my nephew got to finish it. Dad couldn't get over how bad he missed that one and just had to figure it out. In the path of the bullet was a barb wire fence and sure enough he found the strand that had been stretched by the .308 bullet.

Well he bored that damned tree "dead center" !! lucky it hit the deer at all,you guys are persistent for sure. Don

Gary
Great Story and Congrats to the Lad.
Steve