Pyscodog
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First off, I was born in 1949 so you do the math. But I've been using a 243 Win of some sorts for many many years and can not remember ever loosing a deer with the 243. Today, Sunday, I thought things had changed and for the worse. My deer season has really been tough as almost all the deer have stayed nocturnal due to warm weather and full moons. Yesterday I saw a yearling fawn and that was it. Last night the forecast was cloud cover and cold for Sunday. Well we had cloud cover but temps were low 50's. Anyway, I'm in the stand before sun up, waiting and hoping today would be better. My rifle is a Sako and wears a Leupold 4.5-14x40 and I'm shooting a Sierra 100 grain Pro Hunter bullet. Just about 7AM, I see a large body deer about 100yds away and coming my way. Of course I get antsy and ready for action, but no clear shot. I finally get a good look and its a nice big 8 point with his nose to the ground and in no hurry. All the time I'm watching him get closer but I have no shot. Finally he gets within 60 yards and there is an opening in the trees and I put my cross hairs on his shoulder and let the Sako loose. A clear wide open shot, and he trots off like nothing happened. What the heck just happened? How do you miss a deer at 60 yards? I climb down from my stand and go to where the buck was standing and no blood.......nothing. I do this three different time and nothing. I ended up very upset but stayed in my stand hoping he might come back or maybe another would come by but nothing. My buddy messaged me and wanted to know what I shot and I told him the story. He said he would come up and help me look. Well, he takes a short cut to my stand and walks right to the buck. Seems the Sierra took out his shoulder and hit vitals killing the buck. He went about 30 yards and expired in the tall grass. From my stand, I never saw him go down. There was not a single drop of blood. Nothing for me to even know which way to start looking. I actually thought I missed him. Of course finding the buck sure changed the mood and if it hadn't been for my friend coming to help I might have fed the coyotes tonite. I can usually track a blood trail but this one had me stumped. Even worse was thinking I missed a deer that close. That;s a hard pill to swallow being rifle chairman at my gun club. I'd never heard the end of that. Sorry for the long story, just rantings of an old fart that still loves to hunt.