Now that I am caught up on sleep and the rest of the demands of my life I can write a more thoughtful post.
Scott and I planned to hunt on Friday and Saturday. Friday morning was cancelled due to weather. Friday night we established a position around 5pm and sat until the lightening came. We did not hear or see anything.
Saturday morning we occupied a very large tree stand, which I would refer to as a tree house, from about 5:30am to 9:30am and didn't see or hear anything. Following this we, with the assistance of Scott's friend Craig, conducted several drives which resulted in nothing heard or seen. Just prior to lunch Craig and I walked on line up the thicket in the photo above which is where the doe was killed.
Craig startled the doe and it ran towards me until it saw I was there and ran the opposite way. I fired. The doe kept running. Craig fired. The doe kept running. Then I noticed that the doe's stomach was falling out as it ran. It ran for about 80 yards and dropped. I put the rifle I was using on safe, reloaded, and began to close with the downed doe with Craig. By the time we arrived on scene the doe was dead.
Craig and I discussed the scenario over and over again. I was convinced that I missed and Craig hit because the deer just kept running and I didn't see the stomach hanging out until after Craig shot. Craig insisted that he saw the stomach hanging out before he shot and that he saw his shot hit the dirt. Based upon this I was credited with the kill.
Using the PSK SR that Scott made for me and under his expert instruction I gutted the doe. We then returned to the barn, hung up the doe, and using Scott's UNK for comparison purposes I did the skinning and butchering. Man oh man was that modified sheepsfoot blade on the UNK easy to use!
That evening we occupied the tree stand / tree house at 5pm. We had been told by another hunter that around 6:30pm a large doe had been appearing to feed in the field that our position overlooked. Sure enough at 6:45pm the doe showed up, Scott spotted it through his binoculars. The light was so low that it took Scott and I whispering for 90 seconds for me to find the doe in the scope. Once I found it I aimed and shot.
Once the smoke cleared I looked through the scope to see that the doe had dropped. It raised its head one more time and then died. Scott and I carefully climbed down from our position, I reloaded, then we approached the doe. We arrived and under our headlamps realized that it was not a doe but a spike buck. Scott and I were both excited. We found the bullet hole which was right behind the front legs about halfway up the torso which instantly took out the heart and lungs. Scott told me that he had used his rangefinder earlier and the shot was 160 yards. Scott then used the PSK SR to gut the deer and upon returning to the barn skinned and butchered it using his UNK.
Overall I could not have been more happy with the entire experience. I grew up a "city kid" and learned what I do know about the outdoors through my military experiences. For the last few years I had wanted to learn how to hunt but life demands took precedence. Lucky for me Scott was gracious enough with his time and years of experience. Thank you Scott!
I also cannot say enough about Scott's friend Craig. Craig was very kind to drive while Scott and I stayed in position as well as share his knowledge and experience with me. Thank you Craig!
-Stan