Dad, I haven’t seen anything all day. You want to go push a couple woods before we go up to grandpas to eat and warm up? Sounds good to me. What woods do you want to go to first? I would say the small woods down the road. My dad and I had been hunting for two days straight. We had tried sitting in the morning and at night. When that didn’t work we had went to pushing woods all day and it eventually lead to something. As soon as we started to push some of the woods we had permission for we started to see deer.
After we went through a couple woods we were both getting hungry. I told him that we had some deer off in the distance so we should wait them out and hopefully they get closer. Eventually they came within range for my muzzleloader.
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I shot him since we couldn’t find my other deer.As he tumbled in front of my eyes, I realized that I was all out of reloads for my muzzleloader. He turned out to be the biggest deer in weight and rack size ever killed in my family. He was a 9 point which should’ve been a been a 14 point. Once I let him die off, I finally walked up to him reached down, grabbed him by his throat and pulled out the long, heavy blade out of the sheath and pressed it into his warm throat to start the bleeding out process. The warm, blood started pouring out almost instantly when I pressed into his jugular. Once he bleed for a little while, I finally got to do the dirty work, the field dressing. I sharpened the blade once again on the diamond stone that stays in my hunting pack. I grabbed the two back legs, put them underneath my feet and spread his legs enough so I could start the process of ripping the stinky, nasty, warm guts out of his body. As I picked him up and started to shake some of the blood out of him, I felt something warm and slimy rolling down my face. It was a blood clot that had formed up by his spine where I had hit him. Finally, after i got him field dressed I realized how much he had actually weighed. He ended up field dressing at close to 300