Bob and I both had "antlerless" tags this year for either firearm or bow season. He'd been hunting for a bit, but not seeing much. We had small bucks from bow season, but not rifle season yet. I only went out a few times, due to work and family.
Anyway, on Sunday afternoon Bob mentioned that he wasn't going to hunt that day since he hasn't seen anything near his blind. But he'd go sit with me in my blind, as it's big and roomy enough and he'd like to do that. So, we got my stuff and went over to my blind. I brought only two shells- because you only need one shot anyway as a rule, and the second is for insurance.
We sat for a bit, and I'm watching the far right and he's watching the far left. He whispers, "here comes a deer". I looked over, and saw a small one with a bigger one coming in behind. I watched them, but lost sight of them between the windows. Suddenly, I looked way back and saw the small one again coming in to my right. So, I got ready, but it was a pretty far shot, off to my right, and I only saw the head and front shoulder. I whispered to Bob- "I think that's the small one, I'm going to wait". He peeks and says, "OMG- it's a HUGE doe. If you've got a shot take it!" So I shot.
Bob says, "Oh, it was a clean miss!" but he looked and grabbed my gun and took a shot. I was puzzled because I didn't see my deer fall, but he must have seen it run off when I didn't.
He says, "OK, I saw her fall". So we get out of the blind, and go to get the deer.
I went right, Bob went left. Here is the conversation:
Um, Bob? The deer is over here.
Um, Lorena? The deer is over here!
Um, Bob- no. The deer I shot at was over THERE. You said you saw it.
Lorena. You're nuts. It was RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, ON THE LEFT.
Bob. I couldnt' see right in front of the blind on the left. Remember? I was looking right.
So, I started walking over and sure enough. My small deer was DOA with a perfect shot. Bob looked at me and said, "OMG- you shot a deer!".
That's when it dawned on us both- we saw different deer all along! He thought I was shooting an entirely different direction, and thought I missed the doe he saw.
So, we both tagged our deer and took them home.
Later, Bob said, "That's the first time I've ever shot your rifle! It's dead-on!" I agreed.
Anyway, on Sunday afternoon Bob mentioned that he wasn't going to hunt that day since he hasn't seen anything near his blind. But he'd go sit with me in my blind, as it's big and roomy enough and he'd like to do that. So, we got my stuff and went over to my blind. I brought only two shells- because you only need one shot anyway as a rule, and the second is for insurance.
We sat for a bit, and I'm watching the far right and he's watching the far left. He whispers, "here comes a deer". I looked over, and saw a small one with a bigger one coming in behind. I watched them, but lost sight of them between the windows. Suddenly, I looked way back and saw the small one again coming in to my right. So, I got ready, but it was a pretty far shot, off to my right, and I only saw the head and front shoulder. I whispered to Bob- "I think that's the small one, I'm going to wait". He peeks and says, "OMG- it's a HUGE doe. If you've got a shot take it!" So I shot.
Bob says, "Oh, it was a clean miss!" but he looked and grabbed my gun and took a shot. I was puzzled because I didn't see my deer fall, but he must have seen it run off when I didn't.
He says, "OK, I saw her fall". So we get out of the blind, and go to get the deer.
I went right, Bob went left. Here is the conversation:
Um, Bob? The deer is over here.
Um, Lorena? The deer is over here!
Um, Bob- no. The deer I shot at was over THERE. You said you saw it.
Lorena. You're nuts. It was RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, ON THE LEFT.
Bob. I couldnt' see right in front of the blind on the left. Remember? I was looking right.
So, I started walking over and sure enough. My small deer was DOA with a perfect shot. Bob looked at me and said, "OMG- you shot a deer!".
That's when it dawned on us both- we saw different deer all along! He thought I was shooting an entirely different direction, and thought I missed the doe he saw.
So, we both tagged our deer and took them home.
Later, Bob said, "That's the first time I've ever shot your rifle! It's dead-on!" I agreed.