Post by Kt29 on Sept 10, 2010 12:57:15 GMT -5
So it was, one fine fall day. I was in college and had shot my buck for the season, but my roommate and very good friend,Tom and not yet been out hunting. It was mid-November and unbelievably warm. We were out of school early on a Friday. Lets go find you a buck I told Tom. So we loaded up and headed out to a family friends ranch in the Badlands. We headed for Wolf Creek, which was one of my favorite spots to walk and hunt. We had a good time walking Wolf Creek, but this day it was void of any deer.
While taking a break and ready to walk back, I told Tom that I had just read in Sports Afield where sometimes those bucks will just lay down in an old rock pile or weed patch out in the middle of nowhere. Now to the North of Wolf Creek was a pasture, and it had rock piles in it. So what the heck, we headed for the rock piles. As we got right up to the first rock pile, up jumped a 4x4 whitetail buck. Tom pulled up with his 30-30 Winchester and touched one off. I was close enough that I could see fur fly in the shoulder area, so I knew he was hit. But that buck kept right on going. From that point on Tom and I emptied our guns at him, but to know avail. We watched as he headed back into Wolf Creek. So we took off after him. When we got to the Creek, we split up and went to looking for him. After about 5 minutes I heard the report of Tom's 30-30. I Got him yelled Tom. OK I said, I'll head back and get the car and come pick him up. (None of Us had pickups in those days
) So off I went to get the car. As I got to the car, I heard another shot from Tom's 30-30. What the heck I thought. Wonder what that was all about. I drove back to Tom's location and got out. Hey whats all the shooting about I yelled. Tom was still down in the creek bottom. I could hear him laughing, so I walked down into the creek bottom where he and the deer were. Well, he said, I found him laying in the creek bottom looking up at me. I pulled down and shot him in the head. I walked down there to start gutting him out, when he suddenly jumped up. Tom had shot him in one of his antlers. Must of stunned him alittle. When he jumped up he finally put him down for good. It was a pretty nice buck, especially for a couple of college kids. If it hadn't been for reading that Sports Afield artcicle, probably wouldn't be writing this story. 
Just a special note: Tommy, man, 24 years old was far to young to die.
Miss ya buddy.
While taking a break and ready to walk back, I told Tom that I had just read in Sports Afield where sometimes those bucks will just lay down in an old rock pile or weed patch out in the middle of nowhere. Now to the North of Wolf Creek was a pasture, and it had rock piles in it. So what the heck, we headed for the rock piles. As we got right up to the first rock pile, up jumped a 4x4 whitetail buck. Tom pulled up with his 30-30 Winchester and touched one off. I was close enough that I could see fur fly in the shoulder area, so I knew he was hit. But that buck kept right on going. From that point on Tom and I emptied our guns at him, but to know avail. We watched as he headed back into Wolf Creek. So we took off after him. When we got to the Creek, we split up and went to looking for him. After about 5 minutes I heard the report of Tom's 30-30. I Got him yelled Tom. OK I said, I'll head back and get the car and come pick him up. (None of Us had pickups in those days
) So off I went to get the car. As I got to the car, I heard another shot from Tom's 30-30. What the heck I thought. Wonder what that was all about. I drove back to Tom's location and got out. Hey whats all the shooting about I yelled. Tom was still down in the creek bottom. I could hear him laughing, so I walked down into the creek bottom where he and the deer were. Well, he said, I found him laying in the creek bottom looking up at me. I pulled down and shot him in the head. I walked down there to start gutting him out, when he suddenly jumped up. Tom had shot him in one of his antlers. Must of stunned him alittle. When he jumped up he finally put him down for good. It was a pretty nice buck, especially for a couple of college kids. If it hadn't been for reading that Sports Afield artcicle, probably wouldn't be writing this story. 
Just a special note: Tommy, man, 24 years old was far to young to die.
Miss ya buddy.
