I went out muzzleloading one night and as I was driving out, I spotted a big buck heading towards the area I had been hunting. I told Robert about it the next day at work and we decided that we needed to go back and get him that evening. We went out and climbed up a couple different trees. About an hour into it I saw a doe come by about 30 yards, but I had decided that I was going to wait for the big one. As I watched her go off into the bushes, I noticed something moving to the right of me. I turned to look and it was a buck trailing her. I only saw two points on the one side before it went into the bushes. I radioed Robert and said "There's a forkhorn coming down the ridge, but I don't think he's legal." About 5 seconds later I heard the boom. As we waited a bit to give the deer some time, I noticed that another little buck was coming up the field towards Robert. I radioed him again and said that he needed to shoot him when he gets there. Robert was out of the tree and standing on the ground with an unloaded gun by the time the deer got to him. He was whistling and waving his arms with orange on trying to spook the deer back towards me. Finally he had enough, loaded the gun, and shot the deer dead. I got down at this point and we met where he thought the deer had been standing. I had never seen so much blood. We followed a short trail of what seemed like five gallons of blood and found the big buck. He was not a forkhorn, but a solid six. When we were dressing him, there was some mayonnaise type substance pouring out of his neck. Disgusting. That was one of the toughest short drags also. This was before we had our ropes and harnesses and had no way to get the truck in there. Dragging with a hand grip is the worst way to accomplish the task. Your fingers get tired way before your legs and lungs do. Also in the pics below was our original hanging station at the house until someone stole my pulley out of the tree.
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