Sure Shot Mc Gee
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For a rib shot I think the worst point of entry on any big game is a liver hit. I tracked a huge 14 pt my Father shot as it jumped our field fence with his 300 Sav. Easy peasy 75 yard shot. "Oopsy Daisy it got away" I was told.
Well over 3 miles into the wettest biggest green swamp I've ever walked in. Into area's I had never been before. Always heading straight South and sometimes in circles it walked. A whole night and a whole mornings walk to which the animal laid down a half dozen times only to be shagged up time after time. Trickling dark red blood here & there nearly all the way. Hot and sweaty.{And so was I.} Dead only 10-15 minuets. When I found him. It had pumped so much adrenalin that frying its steak later in the evening caused those seated at the kitchen table to up and leave the room. The word STINK is surely lacking in description what I quartered_de-boned_ and hauled it and its antlers out on my back late that afternoon.
That animal smelled so bad as I butcher him in the field._ I kept checking for any light shade of green through-out its interior and under its hide. Nothing did I uncover so to give me a excuse to leave it for the birds. Did a good job of gutting. I never cut anything but what I was suppose too.
I remember my Mother soaked all my clothes I wore those two days in a Wash Tub in Mrs Murphy's soap out in the back yard till the following morning. I ended up in our sauna for two hours and cooked to a dark pink wrinkle look before my Father quit walking in on me and he re-fueling that Damn wood stove with dried Birch than spilling a whole pale of water on the rocks each time. Almost 60 yrs ago and I still not only remember the experience I can still smell that nasty Buck. uff-da!!
Well over 3 miles into the wettest biggest green swamp I've ever walked in. Into area's I had never been before. Always heading straight South and sometimes in circles it walked. A whole night and a whole mornings walk to which the animal laid down a half dozen times only to be shagged up time after time. Trickling dark red blood here & there nearly all the way. Hot and sweaty.{And so was I.} Dead only 10-15 minuets. When I found him. It had pumped so much adrenalin that frying its steak later in the evening caused those seated at the kitchen table to up and leave the room. The word STINK is surely lacking in description what I quartered_de-boned_ and hauled it and its antlers out on my back late that afternoon.
That animal smelled so bad as I butcher him in the field._ I kept checking for any light shade of green through-out its interior and under its hide. Nothing did I uncover so to give me a excuse to leave it for the birds. Did a good job of gutting. I never cut anything but what I was suppose too.
I remember my Mother soaked all my clothes I wore those two days in a Wash Tub in Mrs Murphy's soap out in the back yard till the following morning. I ended up in our sauna for two hours and cooked to a dark pink wrinkle look before my Father quit walking in on me and he re-fueling that Damn wood stove with dried Birch than spilling a whole pale of water on the rocks each time. Almost 60 yrs ago and I still not only remember the experience I can still smell that nasty Buck. uff-da!!