Hunter going through the motions would look in one direction then the other, daydreaming all the while. As he gazed off into dreamland, he was awakened by the sight of a buck standing at the top of the trail, 15 yards out. Hunter’s gun was still on the hook and Chad had no clue what was transpiring.
As the buck was moving with his nose to the ground, Hunter slowly retrieved his gun, his heart racing the entire time. Meanwhile dad still had no idea what is going on. The buck reached an open area on the trail and was quartering towards them. Hunter heard his dad turn around and decided to take the shot rather than spooking his quarry, ka boom his Remington 870 roared. Chad had turned just in time to see the shot and watch the deer take off down the hill.
Like nothing happened
They were elated and Hunter was still in shock as they watched him run 100 yards, stop, give a few flicks of the tail and walk off like nothing happened. Chad’s heart sank somewhat, “Son, that may not have been a good shot. Just from the way he acted I’m almost sure you shot him in the guts.” After regaining their composure, they scanned the area with their binoculars, looking for blood... nothing! Hunter’s heart sank.
After a short wait, Chad decided to get down and check for any sign of a hit. He went to the point of impact, nothing. From there, Chad went in the direction of where they saw the buck last. Hunter could see him scrutinizing the area. When Chad returned he said, “Well, some good news and some bad. No blood at all for 100 yards. But where he stopped there’s a cookie sheet area of blood.”