By: Bud Alexis<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walked past a huge oak tree I came face to face with\nthis monster. We were about five feet\napart staring eyeball to eyeball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We lived in a little town close to the Mississippi River,\nwith lots of soybean fields, so the deer eat pretty good. It is not uncommon for deer to weigh over\nthree hundred pounds around here. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was doe day in Louisiana, which meant that we could kill\neither sex. The morning was rather\nchilly, and there was a pretty heavy fog drifting over most of the fields. My friend, my son, and I were hunting a field\nalong the levee bordering the river. As\nwe walked along the edge of the field on our way to a particular area, there\nappeared several deer, barely visible, walking one behind the other parallel to\nus. We could hardly make out the\ntargets, but knew that it was deer. We\nall chose a deer to shoot and opened fire. \nWe decided to wait for the fog to burn off before we would attempt to\nfind the deer. We could only find one\nblood trail, so we began our adventure. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trail led into a slew that ran for better than a quarter\nmile. Since the blood trail led into the\nslew, I volunteered to go in while they would follow on either side. Amazingly enough the deer traveled in the\nslew, about waist deep water, and left a blood trail going over logs, grass and\nother things in the water. I thought\nthat was neat to track a deer through the water. Almost to the end of the slew, the deer\njumped up and headed across the field, which was almost a half mile to the\nwoods. It was a huge deer. I kept my eye\non the area that he went through a barbed wire fence, and into the woods. Through hand signals that I gave, my son\nfound the place the deer went into the woods.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blood trail was almost none existent. I felt like an Indian, as I would crawl on\nhands and knees, for what seemed like miles. \nAfter about four hours, and only God knew where we were in the woods, we\nfinally jumped up the buck as he was bedded down in a fallen tree top. After a few more shots, here we went again. We would jump him up occasionally out of\nfallen tree tops, but noticed that he would lie down sooner and sooner. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we came to a small draw in the woods, I chose to go into\nthe draw, while my friend and son walked up on the bank. As I walked past a huge oak tree I came face\nto face with this monster. We were about\nfive feet apart staring eyeball to eyeball. \nIt was a really startling experience at that moment. I was afraid to make any sudden moves and my\nrifle was pointed in the wrong direction. \nI could see my son to my left and with a loud whisper told him to shoot\nthe deer. Just as he raised his gun to\nshoot, the deer bolted, ran to end of the draw, then up and out of sight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We decided to sit and wait another thirty minutes, hoping the deer would die.\u00a0 We knew he had several bullet holes in him.\u00a0 I told them to wait there and I would go to the end of the draw and at least see what direction he went.\u00a0 As I got to the top of the embankment I saw the deer bedded down in another fallen tree top.\u00a0 I decided to try again with another shot.\u00a0 I braced on a tree and thought I made a pretty good shot.\u00a0 The deer bolted again, but got hung up in the branches.\u00a0 I ran over to the deer, and to this day can\u2019t figure out how the next event happened.\u00a0 I found myself holding onto the deer and yelling for help. My friend and son appeared almost immediately and each grabbed a hind leg.\u00a0 The deer started dragging all three of us.\u00a0 I finally finished the deer with a knife, being careful not to mess up the, because I intended to get this one mounted. The buck finally expired.\u00a0 All that took six hours, and the deer weighed 278 pounds.\u00a0 Yes, I do have the mount hanging on the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
[The deer trophy is now hanging at my home, the son.]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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