Well i dont know if you guys remember but about a week or so ago i posted on how one of our club members may in fact be the worst hunter in the world. Well now i have put my foot in my mouth to say that somehow he stumbled onto a nice 9 pt. this past saturday. Let the story begin..

We will call this guy "Encore" (TC Encore: Pro Hunter) because he is in fact a "pro hunter". Anyway, Encore stumlbed his way onto a nice 9 pt. on saturday and somehow a shot opportunity. He shot twice, not sure where he hit (his gun hasnt been sighted in 6-7 years) and said he found some good blood so he followe the trail for about an hour until he heard a shot in the direction where the buck took off, thinkin someone had gotten his buck his reply was "I better get atleast one of those damned horns!" Anyway he got up into another one of our stands and figured the chances of finding his nice buck were gone. My brother had notified my dad and I of Enrcore's buck, and with our prior knowledge of Encore's savvy in the woods we figured to help him track. My dad picked up the blood trail Encore lost almost instantly and followed it for another 50 yards until it ended again, this time we thought for good. Well i got back there about 30 mins. later and we began tracking again. With no blood or any sign whatsoever, I picked up the trail some 100 yards down the ridge. From that point forward it were as if my dad and were leading Stevie Wonder through the woods, because Encore's lack of contributions to finding this deer. He spent the entire time lagging behind making hasteful comments toward this buck, cursing at him for not dying right away, and other just barbaric comments. Well we followed the trail down to a STEEP creek bottom where deer usually die cause they cant make up the opposite ridge. After finding a few drops in the creek bottom my dad and i both said "if this deer starts goin back up this side of the ridge we are in trouble" Sure enough we pick up blood heading up the ridge and Encores reaction was "Oh s**t, we might as well back out. My dad and i just ignored him as we wanted to find this deer (Encore said it was a nice buck, so we were anxious to find him.) After following the trail for another 30-45 minutes we took a break on top of the ridge to gather our thoughts, while dad and I gameplanned, Encore texted on his cell phone. As we topped over the ridge I saw the buck bedded down, and still alive. So my dad who was carrying his gun snuck down on him and made a fatal shot, right behind the shoulder. After examining the deer we found that Encore's shots had broken the deers right leg, and shattered the bucks jaw (ABSOLUTELY PITIFUL sight, i can understand a shot in the leg, we all miss low sometimes, but in the jaw??? come on now..) Anyway I ended up dragging the buck out of the woods for Encore and my dad and I were more excited that Encore himself. What ticks me off so much is that this is such a nice buck for our area, and he could careless. Once we did find him, he showed no emotion or excitement, it was almost as if he was saying "Oh well, we found it.." all my dad and I got for finding this deer was a generic "thanks.." And as soon as we found the deer Encore stated, I need to hurry up and leave I have to go DJ a a dance..

He obvisouly didnt deserve this buck, but he actually claims this deer as his. I look at this buck as my dad and mine's buck, not so much mine as it is my dads for making the fatal shot on him, all i did was pick up the blood trail and follow it.


Sorry this is so long, but i need to vent [:@].. any feed back is much appreciated!