jode hillman
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I took some time off from Duck hunting to chase some venison. I was lucky enough to connect this morning.
?Chip shot?
2018 has set records for the copious amounts of rain we have had here in New Jersey. The start of our Muzzle loading rifle season was no exception. Over 2? yesterday alone, and it put a damper on my plans to hunt. However overnight the winds turned to the northwest, a classic pattern for a clear off and colder weather. Perfect for deer hunting.
I awoke in the pre dawn dark with one goal in mind for the day. Spend as much time in the woods as possible until I killed a deer. I packed a thermos, breakfast and lunch. I?d skip dinner if I needed to hunt all day. Loaded with a heavy pack I set out under a waning, yet still bright moon to hike to my hunting location. The forest floor was damp and quiet. A steady west wind muffled any remaining sound. I made it to my perch in a old gnarled White oak without spooking any deer or other creatures of the night. I awaited the rising of the sun.
As the sun came up I noticed lots of standing water all around my hunting area. The woods and swamp had overflowed, co-mingled and become one. I was hoping it did not push the deer to higher ground. Everything was quiet and not a creature stirring, save a few rambunctious squirrels.
Then all hell broke loose.
I heard a loud crashing and breaking of brush. A sizeable lone doe came barreling out of the Mountain laurel and stopped 30 yards in front of me breathing hard. She was looking intently behind her. From the ridge I heard multiple soft grunts and a steady falling of feet. That was followed by all I can describe as, a loud Thump of flesh and bone colliding, followed by a whooshing of air and a deep bellow. A young 6 point buck then dashed into the opening towards the doe, and they both seemed to want to vacate the area, poste Haste, and took off running in separate directions. A few seconds later a large somewhat grey buck comes charging out of the thick cover to make sure he has ran the interloper off from his lady. I immediately recognize a high angled brow tine on the Bucks right side. I had seen him before, but he never offered a shot.
He walked directly under my stand, splashing water with every step. His nose high in the air searching for the scent of his mistress. I raise my rifle but He is too close to shoot! I saw nothing but brown hair through the scope reticle. I quickly dialed it back to 3x, and let the buck advance past me to 15 yards or so, Just a chip shot for the old .50 caliber doc white rifle. I centered the crosshairs quickly on an invisible line through his offside shoulder. KABOOOM! The 460 grain conical found its mark, center punching the heart. The buck wheeled 180 degrees and made a short run of 35 yards before expiring. A real battler, the bucks ears were split from fighting, and a tine broken off from his crown of glory. However, I could not of been more pleased.
I was satisfied I accomplished my goal, slightly reticent another fine creature has met his end, yet extremely happy for all the wonderful meals he will provide. Sometimes a chip shot is all it takes!
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?Chip shot?
2018 has set records for the copious amounts of rain we have had here in New Jersey. The start of our Muzzle loading rifle season was no exception. Over 2? yesterday alone, and it put a damper on my plans to hunt. However overnight the winds turned to the northwest, a classic pattern for a clear off and colder weather. Perfect for deer hunting.
I awoke in the pre dawn dark with one goal in mind for the day. Spend as much time in the woods as possible until I killed a deer. I packed a thermos, breakfast and lunch. I?d skip dinner if I needed to hunt all day. Loaded with a heavy pack I set out under a waning, yet still bright moon to hike to my hunting location. The forest floor was damp and quiet. A steady west wind muffled any remaining sound. I made it to my perch in a old gnarled White oak without spooking any deer or other creatures of the night. I awaited the rising of the sun.
As the sun came up I noticed lots of standing water all around my hunting area. The woods and swamp had overflowed, co-mingled and become one. I was hoping it did not push the deer to higher ground. Everything was quiet and not a creature stirring, save a few rambunctious squirrels.
Then all hell broke loose.
I heard a loud crashing and breaking of brush. A sizeable lone doe came barreling out of the Mountain laurel and stopped 30 yards in front of me breathing hard. She was looking intently behind her. From the ridge I heard multiple soft grunts and a steady falling of feet. That was followed by all I can describe as, a loud Thump of flesh and bone colliding, followed by a whooshing of air and a deep bellow. A young 6 point buck then dashed into the opening towards the doe, and they both seemed to want to vacate the area, poste Haste, and took off running in separate directions. A few seconds later a large somewhat grey buck comes charging out of the thick cover to make sure he has ran the interloper off from his lady. I immediately recognize a high angled brow tine on the Bucks right side. I had seen him before, but he never offered a shot.
He walked directly under my stand, splashing water with every step. His nose high in the air searching for the scent of his mistress. I raise my rifle but He is too close to shoot! I saw nothing but brown hair through the scope reticle. I quickly dialed it back to 3x, and let the buck advance past me to 15 yards or so, Just a chip shot for the old .50 caliber doc white rifle. I centered the crosshairs quickly on an invisible line through his offside shoulder. KABOOOM! The 460 grain conical found its mark, center punching the heart. The buck wheeled 180 degrees and made a short run of 35 yards before expiring. A real battler, the bucks ears were split from fighting, and a tine broken off from his crown of glory. However, I could not of been more pleased.
I was satisfied I accomplished my goal, slightly reticent another fine creature has met his end, yet extremely happy for all the wonderful meals he will provide. Sometimes a chip shot is all it takes!
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