In 2000, on the opening day of Wisconsin's gun deer season I shot a fat spike buck. I tagged it, field dressed it, and my dad helped me drag it out and hang it on the meat pole back at camp. We come back the next morning to camp, and my buck is nowhere to be found. My tag is laying in the snow, and we see drag marks leading down to the edge of our drive, to a foreign set of tire tracks in the snow. Needless to say, being 14 years old, I was crushed.
Fast forward to this 2011 hunt, I shot a nice eight point buck on the last day of the gun season. I went to go register it and came back sitting in the truck, waiting for my father and my sister to come out from their morning hunt. A beat up car came cruising along the road and slowed down a little to see my deer laying in my trailer. They moved on and I thought nothing of it. Five minutes later the same car comes down the road creeping ever so slowly and stops behind my trailer. They hadn't seen me sitting in my truck and I watched them in the rear-view mirror as the two guys got out of their car and approached my truck and trailer. The driver did a quick look around, and reached in the bed of my trailer and grabbed my deer by the front legs, and as the passenger went in to grab the rear legs, I jumped out of the truck and screamed "What the hell do you think you guys are doing?!"....Shocked, they jumped back in their car, sped off, and conveniently the car had no license plate. All I was able to do was call in the description of the car, and I never heard anything from it.
My point is, how low will people stoop to get a deer? It troubles me to think someone can steal somebody else's deer and make off with it and claim it as their own. It disgusts me how some people ruin this tradition, with this antler craze that is going on, and are so desperate to get a buck even if it means stealing it. What has this world come to? Anybody else have any experiences like this?
