I killed a young doe Fri morning... I walked in to the stand I'd been seeing the big deer cruising in the field out of bow range full of anticipation, and nothing was moving. I started to get really cold (I walk in about a mile, so I carry my heavy coveralls to avoid getting all sweated up) so i got down to put on my heavy stuff. I decided since nothing was moving I'd go ahead and move to a stand down the bottom along the creek... about 8:30 two young deer came in. One was a button buck, and the other was a doe who appeared to be about 1 1/2... she was definitely bigger than the nubber. I waited as long as I could hoping a buck or at least a bigger doe was going to be following along, but after about 15 minutes of them working through the bottoms nothing else showed up. She gave me a slight quartering away shot at 30 yds, and I dropped her right there with the Mossberg 12 ga... of course she went over backwards into the 10 foot deep ditch and ended up laying in the water which made for a messy retrieval, but it was pretty cool to have my first shot ever where the deer just dropped dead there. When I field dressed her I saw my slug had pretty much destroyed the bottom halves of both lungs and split the top of the heart open. It was a total pass through with the exit hole on the point of the opposite shoulder... I quartered her up, but I haven't gone further yet. I'm hoping I didn't lose too much meat on the off shoulder, but it didn't look too bad.
I'll post a pic of her when I get it off my camera.
I was walking back to get the truck after dragging her up out of the bottom to the road and kicked up a MONSTER buck that was bedded down with a doe out in a tiny water way in which I've never seen deer. I ranged him at 135 yds, and he was standing pretty and broadside. Even though it's a stretch, i'm confident in the guns capabilities to make that shot, but the uphill angle and the houses in the background kept me from pulling the trigger. We had a stare down for about 2 minutes, then they trotted off into the timber. I tried to end around them, and saw another really nice buck working the lower field. I couldn't get back into range of either of the deer, but it was sure a heart pounding encounter.
My wife's uncle and the other guys I hunt with on the other ground managed to kill a couple of nice bucks. Nothing really monstrous, but it was definitely a fun and exhausting weekend stalking the deer through the drainage ditches and creek bottoms after spotting them out in the fields. I still have an either sex tag for next session too..
"When a hunter is in a tree stand with high moral values and with the proper hunting ethics and richer for the experience, that hunter is 20 feet closer to God." ~Fred Bear