Deer Hunting

Survival... well...sort of.

Here's one for you.
A buddy and I were out hunting Blacktail in the coastal sand dunes of Oregon last season. We had been tracking a buck off-&-on and finally met up him. I couldn't believe my luck to come within 20 yards of the buck. He was so close I knew a head shot was in order. So I checked the rack...legal. I brought up my 7mm and he looked at me. BANG! Right between the eyes. He dropped like a rock. I approached and he didn't appear to be breathing. The rear of his skull was missing as was most the contents. A humaine kill. On went the tag & I cut the throat and slowly dragged him back to the truck and loaded him up.

As we were driving away my buddy was on his knees in the passenger seat while looking at the deer.

Buddy: "Hey man. Are you sure he'd dead?"

Me: "Pretty darn sure. I bulleseye'd him in the brain and cut his throat to the spine. Why?"

Buddy: "Because that s*** of a b**** is getting up!"

I looked over my shoulder (bad idea when driving) and sure enough. He was struggling to get to his feet.

Buddy: "ZOMBE DEER... ZOMBE DEER... AHHHHHH! Should we get out?"

Me: "N N NN Nooo." It's safer in here. But load your gun!"

At that moment the deer flopped sideways, went into a frenzied attack, and literally kicked the living daylights out of the back of that truck. We came to a stop and I loaded up. My buddy was ready.

After a minute the chaos stopped and we continued on our way. He had finally expired.

I guess it serves as a reminder to WAIT A WHILE before approaching the kill. I'm also telling mu buddy to invest in some ancient voodoo anti-deer-zombe potions.