A week later in the first light, I could see a big deers butt 75 yards out, his head behind a scrub pine. 5 minutes later, he bolted for the treelike, I swung on him and the .308 roared. I could tell he was hit, but waited 45 min to go look. No blood, no hair where I saw him run, I eased into the woods and slowly looked. I want about 50 ft and There he was, laying in the edge of the field. Dead I thought, then he raised that big rack and layed right back down. Didn't even open his eye, I thought near death.(asleep) 10-12 yards behind him, I got out my Tokarev to finish him. When I cocked that pistol, that son of a bitch jumped 20 feet thru the air, and I never saw him again.
A dozen drops of blood where he layed told me a front leg wound.



