So after 6 years of hunting, I finally harvested my first deer, without ever firing a shot. I'm pretty sure that puts me in an elite group of individuals.
For those animal lovers out there who don't want to hear the manly story behind this one, stop reading here. Consider yourself warned.
Dec. 23 6:45am outside temp, 14 degrees
Paul and I arrive at the farm. We got separate ways, him to the woods, and myself to the hay field in hopes of cornering our prey. Whitetail deer, aka, Bambi.
7:30am
After sitting in the cold, I realize 2 things: 1, I'm freezing. 2, it's not worth it to keep sitting here. So I blow my cover to any deer that might have been in the area and head for some sun to try and get warm.
7:45am
I hear what at first appears to be a goat or sheep, only we don't have either of those on the farm. 2 seconds later, I realize it was a deer grunt, but this deer was obviously in distress. I figure Paul must have shot it with his bow, and this was it's dyeing breath so I'll soon get a text getting the all clear to come over.
7:55am
I again hear the grunt. I think either Paul got a bad shot and the deer won't die, or something is wrong. I hear a third grunt.
8:00am
I decide I'm warm enough to go see what's going on over there, and head out. Upon approaching the field and woods where Paul is, I see a Doe, crouched next to the fence. Thinking it is just hunkering down hoping I don't see it, I begin to raise my rifle to take the quick shot. But as I look down the sight, I realize the deer has actually wrapped the top wire of the fence around it's hind leg.
8:05am
I call down to Paul in the woods to come out. When he looks at it, we come to the conclusion, based off of the awkward angle, the doe has to have broken it's leg, or dislocated it's hip. Therefore it's probably best for us to put it out of misery and kill it. However we don't know how tightly held into the fence the doe is, so we need to do it quick before it limps off and dies of starvation or gets hit by a car.
8:10am
As I move into get a clean and accurate shot, the deer begins to jump around, and we realize it's not getting out of the fence, and that we won't be able to get a good shot. Paul grabs my shoulder, says hold on, unsheathes his bowie knife, and walks up to the deer.
8:12am
Paul places his hand on the deer's head, and it settles down. And within a moment of warrior poetry, he places the knife at the doe's neck, and slices it's throat. A successful cut, he takes out the windpipe and artery, and the deer passes in under a minute.
8:20am
We cut a portion of the fence out to release the doe, and begin the gutting process.