BobCo19-65

Actually, it is kind of tough to remember. I don't think that I do anything. I sometimes stand over it a few seconds if it appears dead. Then I start gutting. If it is alive, I'll put another arrow in it.

gutshot

I gues I'm neither because I don't kickem', pokem',biteem',or scratchem' I just get up there and jerk the guts out that usually let's me know that they're dead.

WV Hunter

The thing that annoys me the most is when they show the hunter walking along ACTING like they are follwing a blood trail and heading straight for the camera. Looking around, usually with stupid look and then low and behold there he is ....right under the camera mans feet. Stupid if you ask me.
I agree with the others......there never seems to be any blood on those dbl lung or heart shots....I have yet to have a clean(no blood) kill like that. Of course theres always Ted Nugent. He may be off the wall a little but at least his stuff doesn't come off as staged.

Slo-bo

Wished I had the latest issue of Penn. Game News in front of me, I was reading in the field notes section about a young guy that shot a deer while with maybe his dad and friend/uncle(?)(I have a terrible memory!). Anyway, they drop this deer and go to tag it, and it's already wearing another guys tag!! If that's true, somewhere in the woods was a hunter standing there with his mouth hanging wide open. Wonder if he kicked or poked THAT deer?!

Pro-Line

You guys are doing it all wrong. Here's a new technique for y'all to try.

1. Once you find em, sneak up on em from the rear real quiet like.

2. Put your weapon down.

3. Then draw your Bowie Knife from your deer skin pants. (10" is a good starting point)

4. Start screaming like a Banshee.

5. Leap like a cougar onto the deer.(Keep screaming)

6. Plunge your knife in about 10" back from the ribs a couple times. (It's that nice soft spot a couple inches in front of the hams.)

This ensures that (1) the animal is dead, and (2) that the gutting process will be memorable.

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Dan B

A guy I know shot a doe around 9:30 am and it went down within sight. He let it lay, hoping something else would come by before he took lunch. He got out of his stand around 11:00 and when he flipped the doe over on her back to gut her &quot;she started kicking like a mule and almost took my head off&quot; he said. He promptly creased her neck with the next shot killing her. He said he will never again take it for granted that an animal is dead. I just poke 'em.

Dan Blair

davidmil

OK, I must admit I had one come back to life once. I was walking in logging country back to my jeep. A couple does hit the skidder trail in front of me really moving. I threw up my 30-06 and when the next deer hit the road I saw horns, I swung and yanked the trigger. Too my surprise the buck folded at 100 yards in mid leap. So I walk up and had hit the spine right behind the shoulders. He's trying to drag himself off through these small pines. Rather than shoot again I managed to unsheath my knife and grab some horn. I yanked him up from behind with his antlers neatly wrapped around a 4 inch pine. I there in jabbed and poked and slashed until the blood was pumping out with every heart beat just like a hose. I dropped him and walked the 200 yards to my jeep. Drove down, pulled him to the road, and loaded in the back of my jeep wedged between the spare sitting where the back seat should have been and the tailgate. He's lying on his back with all four legs sticking straight up. I got about 1/4 of a mile down the road and his hind legs start flailing the sides and top of my jeep. I slammed on the breaks, dropped the tailgate, he hit the road and I blasted him again. Now this was 15 minutes after I slit his throat. If I'd kicked him I might have been alright.<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>

davidmil

Story number 2: When I was a kid we arrived at first light at the farmers house we were going hunting with. He was telling us about the big old racoon he had got the night before. The dogs had struck trail in a cut cornfield. They ran the dog into a swamp and caught him in the water. The dogs had a time but managed to do the critter in. He said the biggest coon he ever got. So he takes us out to his old Pontiac to show us. He hears some thumping as we approach. He opens the trunk and out jumps the meanest, nastiest, wettest looking racoon you ever saw. Hunters scattered like quail. The coon made his escape across the road. He had shredded the guys trunk. Every wire to the taillights was ripped out, the trunk floor mats, the wall between the trunk and the back seat, and he had yanked all kinds of backing and filler out of the seat. He was close to getting thru to the back seat. He had dragged the coon out of the swamp, carried it 300-400 yards across the cornfield and thrown it in his trunk. It spent about 7 or 8 hours in there getting even.