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10/23/1997	3 Point Buck	Lancaster, SC	7mm mag Ruger	Afternoon	15 yards
In late 1997, I was again deerless. I was coming off my second straight three deer season, and it was beginning to look like I was going to be skunked for the first time since 1994. While hunting at Arnold's land, I decided to go ahead and take a doe if I saw one, just to get some meat in the freezer. I was hunting in a climbing stand down in a hardwood bottom near the pond. As the morning wore on, I finally heard a deer approach from my right. It came walking quickly past my stand, and I, thinking that it was a doe, had only a second or two to raise my rifle and fire. I saw the deer jump, then watched it run off into the woods. This was the first time that a deer that I shot with my 7mm magnum actually did anything other than drop in its tracks. I climbed down and immediately found the blood trail. It was easy to follow, and I soon saw the deer lying dead against a tree some 50 yards from where I shot it. I was somewhat disappointed to see that I had shot this three pointer. I had honestly not seen the antlers, and was sure that it was a doe. I regretted the fact that I shot it, but at the same time it was nice to fill my tag for the year. Arnold had heard the shot, and soon came driving up on the four wheeler to help me load it up. We had some new puppies to take to the vet that morning, so we took the deer down to the shop where I field dressed him, then loaded him up to take to the processor.

10/23/1997

3 Point Buck

Lancaster, SC

7mm mag Ruger

Afternoon

15 yards

In late 1997, I was again deerless. I was coming off my second straight three deer season, and it was beginning to look like I was going to be skunked for the first time since 1994. While hunting at Arnold's land, I decided to go ahead and take a doe if I saw one, just to get some meat in the freezer.

I was hunting in a climbing stand down in a hardwood bottom near the pond. As the morning wore on, I finally heard a deer approach from my right. It came walking quickly past my stand, and I, thinking that it was a doe, had only a second or two to raise my rifle and fire. I saw the deer jump, then watched it run off into the woods.

This was the first time that a deer that I shot with my 7mm magnum actually did anything other than drop in its tracks. I climbed down and immediately found the blood trail. It was easy to follow, and I soon saw the deer lying dead against a tree some 50 yards from where I shot it.

I was somewhat disappointed to see that I had shot this three pointer. I had honestly not seen the antlers, and was sure that it was a doe. I regretted the fact that I shot it, but at the same time it was nice to fill my tag for the year.

Arnold had heard the shot, and soon came driving up on the four wheeler to help me load it up. We had some new puppies to take to the vet that morning, so we took the deer down to the shop where I field dressed him, then loaded him up to take to the processor.