Slipped up on this bad boy while he was bedded down on an old Indian shell mound with his lady friend. Was actually out squirrel hunting with my old H&R 20 gauge. I always keep a slug or two "just in case." It was real windy and the ground was wet from an early morning rain, so I was just slipping along the edge of the river swamp keeping an eye and ear out for anything "interesting."
I stopped when I got to the shell mound because deer and hogs bed on it since it's the only dry ground in the swamp. Water just drains right through it. Took a seat at the base of an old live oak and hadn't been there 15 minutes when I see tines in the palmettos! He stood up to groom himself, completely unaware of me. I slowly broke the gun open and swapped shot for a slug. Caught him a little far back, but he only made it about 75 yards.
My dad, being the good guy that he is, knocked off work to help me drag him out. Had to paddle back to the boat ramp to pick him up, then go back and get the deer. Basically made the 3 mile walk/paddle twice, but I really wanted a pic of him in front of the old Grumman!
Sometimes you have to make your own road to get to the big'uns!
I stopped when I got to the shell mound because deer and hogs bed on it since it's the only dry ground in the swamp. Water just drains right through it. Took a seat at the base of an old live oak and hadn't been there 15 minutes when I see tines in the palmettos! He stood up to groom himself, completely unaware of me. I slowly broke the gun open and swapped shot for a slug. Caught him a little far back, but he only made it about 75 yards.
My dad, being the good guy that he is, knocked off work to help me drag him out. Had to paddle back to the boat ramp to pick him up, then go back and get the deer. Basically made the 3 mile walk/paddle twice, but I really wanted a pic of him in front of the old Grumman!
Sometimes you have to make your own road to get to the big'uns!
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