How close can you get to a running deer????

[fly]

Flterla are you related to Buckee with that knife story?

I'm not sure, but I'd be honored to be related to Steve.

There is a longer version that one can't help but shake their head to. Perhaps in February when things get cold and boreing around Illinois I'll post it along with some pictures (after I find a scanner).

I wasn't trying to be Rambo, I just had a strong desire to keep the deer from dieing a drawn out death (likely to hungry coyotes). My intentions were good, but my decisions and methods were pretty messed up.

I assume it weighed about 150 pounds and I'll tell ya a 150 pound deer can pack a punch!

Edited January 2, 2009 by fly

[Flintlock1776]

I guess it all depends on how fast you can run :D:D:D:p

You brought back another one I almost forgot about.

I was heading on the interstate with my buddy as we were heading out to Rairtan Bay to fish on his boat. We were passing this double tractor trailer, Roadway I think, when a deer dashed in front of the tractor trailer and as it saw we were almost even with the truck in the middle lane, the buck did a 90 degree turn and ran between us! As the tuck and my buddy in his thruck were slowing down this deer just kept running with us and as we slowed it sarted to get ahead of us. It was something to see ever muscle and bones on the deer working at max speed. Almost like being at a Thoroughbred but in this case it would be expensive & messy if that deer turned into either of us.

As we slowed dwon the deer trurned back left and went across the east bound, across the median, over the west bound and finally in the woods.

I thought that deer would never make it. Sure enough there was a dead deer in the very near vicinity a few days later.

[buckee]

I'm not sure, but I'd be honored to be related to Steve.

Hey Bro, I'd be honored too

There is a longer version that one can't help but shake their head to. Perhaps in February when things get cold and boreing around Illinois I'll post it along with some pictures (after I find a scanner).

I can't wait to here the story and see the pictures. You never really plan on doing something like that...eh ...LOL:)

[GWSmith]

So far...it's been 2 ft and I dont think I want them any closer!

I was hunting on a lease in Georgia and was using a can call. I kept hearing a Buck grunting almost every turn of the call on the hillside on the other side of the small bowl I was hunting. He was high enough on the hillside I could'nt see him as I was low enough to cover the bottom of the bowl. I was setup in a small washout with 2 of those stick type turkey blinds 1 in front of me and 1 behind me. I had the one behind me incase something came down the hill it would'nt spot me.

Well the grunting seemed to cease for a few turns of the call and I figured the deer winded me from the swirling winds. Suddenly I hear the thumping of hooves coming down the hill behind me slightly on my right side so I started to turn to the right. I stopped when I sighted him and he skidded to a stop when he realized he was 2 feet from a human and we had a stare down. I know it had been 16 seconds and probably a few more than that. I start counting during a stare down to keep my mind on something else so I dont get too nervous.

He decided to spin, jump, and turn in the same motion and head back up the hill. I'm right handed so I still had to complete the turn I had started. About the time I got on him he decided to stop 10 feet away and look back to see if it was just his imagination...and got lifted off his hooves and landed on the ground. He got back up and took off running out of sight(which was'nt too hard since I'm down in the washout). I get up there and found hair and blood, followed the kicked up leaves and sporadic blood trail, then found him head down and butt in the air in another small washout.

He was close enough when he stopped near my ground blind I could count his eyelashes. Since I was'nt moving a muscle I geuss the reason he spooked off at first was the sight of my eyes the size of saucers! He probably could hear my heartbeat too:o

[Guest ronl]

Standing beside a telephone pole on a power line in eastern NC, dogs ran 7 does past the telephone pole I was leaning against, close enough that they left hair on the pole. I could have touched them with the shotgun. Close enough!

[High Country]

On the second Saturday (don't remember the actual date) in November 1993, one day before doe season opened, I was sitting in a ground blind that I made by stacking branches and logs together on a public wildlife management area when at about 11 am I heard movement to my left.

Looking down the trail, I could see a deer coming. I readied my Remington 742 .30-06 for a relatively close shot. As the deer moved closer, I realized it was a doe (not yet in season). As she passed behind a tree, I lowered my rifle and propped it against the logs of my blind.

The doe continued moving up the trail closer to my blind. Hoping a buck might be following, I sat as still as possible. Finally, the doe reached my blind, stopped...looked over at me and then bit down on the end of my rifle barrel (lower incisor marks still on the barrel). She must not have liked the taste of the gun oil on the barrel because she jerked her head back, and then slowly walked away on up the trail.

Other than a dislike for gun oil, she never seemed the least bit spookish.