Yesterday, my son and I took my grandson on his first deer hunt. A friend of mine had access to some nice property that happened to have a stand that would accommodate both my son and grandson. We got into the woods about 2:00. I was set up about 150 yards to the north of my son and grandson, my friend about 100 yards to his south. My grandson was positibe that "we'd" get a deer. Things were pretty quite for about an hour and a half. My friend saw a doe traveling towards my son, so he texts him that one is coming!? The deer passes about 15 yards in front of my son and grandson. The little guy's heart was pounding so hard that I was sure I could hear it in my stand. Anyway, my son thought the deer was a little small, but considering that his 8 year old was there, he decided to shoot. He hit the deer, but he thought the shot was a little far back. The deer scampered off about 25 yards and laid down. It stayed there licking it's wounds for about 20 minutes (it was in a position where my son could not get a second shot), they it got up and walked into a field. They lost sight behind some brush at the edge of the field. When I got there, we didn't have much light, so tracking was starting to get difficult. We tracked it into the field, and it jumped up and ran about 50 yards and laid down again. We followed it and again, it jumped up and ran another 50 yards. By then it was pretty dark, and I told them that I'd go back in the morning and track it down. This morning, I went back and started to search the field in sections in a zig zag pattern. On the third pass, I found the deer. It turned out to have a pretty serious case of ground shrinkage, it was a button buck.
When my grandson got off the school bus, the first thing he asked was if I found the deer. Now he can't wait to have venison for dinner. He's off from school tomorrow, so he's going to help me butcher it!
I feel slightly sorry for a man who has never patterned his gun, who has no idea how far his chosen load will retain killing penetration. But I'm extremely sorry for the ducks he shoots at beyond the killing range of his gun and load - Bob Brister