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Our last weekend at The Doe was typical Lonesome Doe.
"LONESOME DOE DEATH MARCH"
Daddy Dave shoots a buck. Didn't get a killing shot on it and had to blood trail it. He lost the trail and came back to the camp, ate breakfast and we all went back out around 10:30 to look for the deer. We picked the trail back up and follow it until bout 2 p.m.. We pushed the deer to the bayou and it swam over to the Buckhorn side.
Most folks would have just waved at the deer from our side but not us. Bubba knows the deer is headed to the bayou and waits there only to see the deer swim the bayou and lay down on the other side. We all could see the deer when we got there.
Meanwhile, McGyver Brown has salvaged an old paper thin 10ft flat bottom boat that he found in the woods several years ago and drug it back to camp. The boat was probably washed in there from another camp by one of the many floods we’ve had. We haul butt back to the camp to get it. When we throw the boat on top of a Polaris Ranger, you could see day light in every one of the V-ribs on the boat and most of the rivets too. Poppie says "I got some gorilla tape" so we tape the snott outta the bottom of the boat, fashion some paddles out of some close to being rotten 1x4's (with a chain saw) and back to the bayou we go.
Dave and Justin Isonhood paddle across to get the deer.
The minute the boat touches the bank the deer gets up and hobbles over the spoil bank and outta sight.
The chase is on again ! ! ! The rest of us wait and listen.
One shot ! ! applause and whoops from us!
2nd shot ! ! Poppie looks at me and says "I hope he got him with that one. They only took two bullets."
A few minutes later we spy Justin hoofing it back over the spoil bank hollering "Need some more bullets!!" He jumps in the boat and paddles like a Hebrew slave back across the bayou grabs a fist full of bullets and heads back to Dave.
4 more shots later Bubba's phone rings....the deer is dead and prolly bout 500 yards from the bayou.
Dave and Justin drag the deer back to the bayou and make it back across.
Dave is bloody from where Paul's handi rifle scope just damn near broke his nose on the first shot and probably reason for the 5 other shots!
A good time was had by all!
The trolling motor you see shot craps bout a quarter of the way across the bayou when Dave and Justin went across the first time. Theres a whole other story about the trolling motor.
"LONESOME DOE DEATH MARCH"
Daddy Dave shoots a buck. Didn't get a killing shot on it and had to blood trail it. He lost the trail and came back to the camp, ate breakfast and we all went back out around 10:30 to look for the deer. We picked the trail back up and follow it until bout 2 p.m.. We pushed the deer to the bayou and it swam over to the Buckhorn side.
Most folks would have just waved at the deer from our side but not us. Bubba knows the deer is headed to the bayou and waits there only to see the deer swim the bayou and lay down on the other side. We all could see the deer when we got there.
Meanwhile, McGyver Brown has salvaged an old paper thin 10ft flat bottom boat that he found in the woods several years ago and drug it back to camp. The boat was probably washed in there from another camp by one of the many floods we’ve had. We haul butt back to the camp to get it. When we throw the boat on top of a Polaris Ranger, you could see day light in every one of the V-ribs on the boat and most of the rivets too. Poppie says "I got some gorilla tape" so we tape the snott outta the bottom of the boat, fashion some paddles out of some close to being rotten 1x4's (with a chain saw) and back to the bayou we go.
Dave and Justin Isonhood paddle across to get the deer.
The minute the boat touches the bank the deer gets up and hobbles over the spoil bank and outta sight.
The chase is on again ! ! ! The rest of us wait and listen.
One shot ! ! applause and whoops from us!
2nd shot ! ! Poppie looks at me and says "I hope he got him with that one. They only took two bullets."
A few minutes later we spy Justin hoofing it back over the spoil bank hollering "Need some more bullets!!" He jumps in the boat and paddles like a Hebrew slave back across the bayou grabs a fist full of bullets and heads back to Dave.
4 more shots later Bubba's phone rings....the deer is dead and prolly bout 500 yards from the bayou.
Dave and Justin drag the deer back to the bayou and make it back across.
Dave is bloody from where Paul's handi rifle scope just damn near broke his nose on the first shot and probably reason for the 5 other shots!
A good time was had by all!
The trolling motor you see shot craps bout a quarter of the way across the bayou when Dave and Justin went across the first time. Theres a whole other story about the trolling motor.
You might need a scope w more eye relief to prevent it. 4" should be good.