Deer RUNAWAYS!

[hunter399]

Who has had that deer get up run away right when your about to claim him.

[Scuffy]

The only deer I’ve never recovered was a similar scenario. I dropped him in his tracks and was celebrating. I started to walk towards him as he laid still on the ground. My dad told me to stop and make sure he didn’t get back up. I said, “he’s down and not moving, he’s out.” As I got up to him, he popped up and took off through the thick stuff. I followed basketball sized puddles of blood every 4 feet until the blood trail disappeared after a 1/3 of a mile. We decided to wait for him to settle down, but it started snowing and I spent the next two days blindly searching for him before I gave up. Sickest feeling in the world, but a lesson I will never forget.

[Mallardmasher]

Probably because no Hunter orange.. Had it happen to a spike elk

[Dan-o]

Watched my partner drop a blacktail doe in her tracks, walk right up to her, and have her bound away.   

Also saw a guy drop a 6x6 bull elk with his muzzleloader, run over to without reloading, and have it run off. No recovery. 

[robescc]

I shot a blacktail doe on Whidbey Island one time with a 12 gauge slug. Dropped her like a ton of bricks. I walked over, took off my pack and got my knife out. I couldn't find a hole anywhere when I looked her over. I rolled her onto her back and tucked the right back leg between my legs. As soon as I started to to make the slit in the hide between her legs, she came alive kicking and kicked me right in the giblets. I somehow recovered fairly quickly and grabbed my shotgun and put one behind the ear. When my cousin got to me we were both laughing so hard it took a few minutes to start on her again.
When I originally shot her, I was trying for a head shot at about 20 yards as she was looking over her back at me. I somehow missed her head and grazed the top of her back. It must have been a hard enough hit to paralyze her for a few minutes.

[Gringo31]

I grabbed a hold of one that got up.  They're stronger than they look. 

[Okanagan]

I grabbed a hold of one that got up.  They're stronger than they look. 

Ditto that!  They are QUICK and strong!

A heavy bodied alpine mule deer buck jumped up and attacked me when I grabbed his antler to position him better for gutting.  I dropped the knife in my other hand and grabbed the bases of both antlers as he lunged at me.  Fortunately, his antlers were wide enough to pass on each side of my body and I absorbed the lunge with my forearms and the top of his head butting into my belly.  I would step backward as I absorbed each lunge.

My 12 year old son was with me and I yelled for him to get my rifle that I had laid on the ground, but not to shoot.  I knew that if I fell I would be in deep trouble.  Also fortunately, his hind legs were mostly dragging due to my shot that had dropped him.  By the time I had stumble-ran backward 30-40 feet the buck tired some.  I was able to “bulldog” him down like a steer wrestler, then jumped away, grabbed my rifle and shot him under his ear.

My son now has sons of his own, and he has a wildly embellished version of this event, but for those on here who may know him, don't believe him.

[Special T]

I shot a blacktail doe on Whidbey Island one time with a 12 gauge slug. Dropped her like a ton of bricks. I walked over, took off my pack and got my knife out. I couldn't find a hole anywhere when I looked her over. I rolled her onto her back and tucked the right back leg between my legs. As soon as I started to to make the slit in the hide between her legs, she came alive kicking and kicked me right in the giblets. I somehow recovered fairly quickly and grabbed my shotgun and put one behind the ear. When my cousin got to me we were both laughing so hard it took a few minutes to start on her again.
When I originally shot her, I was trying for a head shot at about 20 yards as she was looking over her back at me. I somehow missed her head and grazed the top of her back. It must have been a hard enough hit to paralyze her for a few minutes.

I spit out my coffee!

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[northwesthunter84]

I have watched this happen a few times with whitetail, none got away from us too far but it will happen.  My dad shot a button buck walking one year in Illinois.  I grabbed it to help field dress it.  Grabbed the deer after I gave it a nudge with my boot, tongue out (no reaction), cut a slit for the tag in the hind leg (no reaction), dad tagged it (no reaction), first cut on the body and I was getting the crap clubbed out of me.  He tired out real quick and dad put him down but man I swore he was dead.  Still made me jumpy on the first one I dressed this year.  We had another guy stick his deer in the throat after a head shot, that buck cleared his shoulder and ran 200 yards with a Buck 119 in his throat. 

[JKEEN33]

I grabbed a hold of one that got up.  They're stronger than they look. 

Ditto that!  They are QUICK and strong!

A heavy bodied alpine mule deer buck jumped up and attacked me when I grabbed his antler to position him better for gutting.  I dropped the knife in my other hand and grabbed the bases of both antlers as he lunged at me.  Fortunately, his antlers were wide enough to pass on each side of my body and I absorbed the lunge with my forearms and the top of his head butting into my belly.  I would step backward as I absorbed each lunge.

My 12 year old son was with me and I yelled for him to get my rifle that I had laid on the ground, but not to shoot.  I knew that if I fell I would be in deep trouble.  Also fortunately, his hind legs were mostly dragging due to my shot that had dropped him.  By the time I had stumble-ran backward 30-40 feet the buck tired some.  I was able to “bulldog” him down like a steer wrestler, then jumped away, grabbed my rifle and shot him under his ear.

My son now has sons of his own, and he has a wildly embellished version of this event, but for those on here who may know him, don't believe him.

I’d kind of like to hear their imbelished vereion. The mental picture I formed reading this was pretty wild. I’m curious how much crazier it could get.

Great experience to laugh about for the rest of your life.

[JKEEN33]

I’d been working a turkey for about an hour when he finally came in with a hen. I waited for a clear shot on just him and finally got one. Dropped him flat and he didn’t do the usual flopping around. I ran over to grab him and as I got close he got up and ran off. Of course the shotgun was back where I was sitting when I shot. Gotta love these “learning” situations.

[shmacker]

I’d been working a turkey for about an hour when he finally came in with a hen. I waited for a clear shot on just him and finally got one. Dropped him flat and he didn’t do the usual flopping around. I ran over to grab him and as I got close he got up and ran off. Of course the shotgun was back where I was sitting when I shot. Gotta love these “learning” situations.

Rinella talked about this in his last podcast, how a flopping turkey is a dead turkey, but one that drops right over will probably need a follow up shot.  Good learning experience!

[h2ofowlr]

That would suck.  Always be ready for it though.

[Calvin Rayborn]

Dang that sucker was GONE! Any word on whether they were able to track it down?

[Stein]

Crazy stories!


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[kellama2001]

  entertaining reading this morning!

[Seahawk12]

I've read these kind of stories.
They've made me nervous when I approach a downed animal. Especially, the stories where a guy gets kicked in the jewels.
Last years deer took a quartered away arrow at 30 yards-. It was a solid pass through hit and the deer went down after about 15 steps.
I waited about fifteen minutes and walked over to the rock strewn, dry stream bed and gave it a couple good pokes in the back with my bow.
I decided to move it a few yards to a better spot for dressing it out and grabbed its ears and started pulling it over.
Well, the way it had fallen on those rocks and the position of its body must have trapped some air in its lungs because as soon as I lifted it a little it made a kind of bleating sound.
I must have jump back five foot.
Woo! As if the adrenaline from the stalk and kill weren't enough I got a bonus rush from that.

So, no jumping up and running, no kicks to the jimmy.
Nothing but a post-humus bleat that got a heck of a reaction outta me.

[NOCK NOCK]

Long story but will make it very short. 
Anybody on here get semi gored by a deer they thought was dead?

Lost a decent bucks blood trail after 8 hours tracking during late archery. Several other hunters were involved in the tracking after I lost it. One of which ended up thinking he would finish off the deer by hand thrusting an arrow into its vitals/heart area. The buck jumped up, hit the guy in the back with its antlers, tearing through several layers of clothing and putting a large scratch on the hunters back. It worked and he killed the buck.

This is the story I got from the guy I started the hunt with that morning, he happened across the buck again late in the day and watched it all go down.

That buck still haunts me.....years later.

[Twispriver]

About ten years back I helped my father in law track a nice little three point that he made a less than perfect shot on with his bow. He came back to camp and got me after he lost the trail a couple hours and a good mile after the shot. I was able to pick up the blood trail and follow it along until I came upon the down and presumed dead buck. The deer was facing away from me, head on the ground, and like an idiot I stepped over the deer to get a good look. That deer came up so fast and completely upended me putting a nice gash on the calf of my leg. I assume it was a tine that got me but it could have been a hoof it all happened so fast. The deer only went about ten yards and went down and my father in law was able to finish it after he stopped laughing. I still get teased about that one.

[BigGoonTuna]

3 years ago, hunting muzzleloader season out by asotin.  3 of us, my dad, his buddy and myself managed to sneak within 50 yards of 2 bucks.  one was an obvious 2 point, the other looked like a 3 point but i couldn't quite tell(i had the shakes).  just when i had convinced myself he was a shooter, BOOM off to the side of me, my dad's friend lets him have it with his .54 cal hawken.  the buck dropped where he stood, stone dead(or at least it appeared).  we did a little bit of celebrating, but it was short lived.  i hear my dad's friend all of a sudden yell, "shoot him, he's still alive!", the deer got up and pushed himself over an old fence and took off down the draw.

 he was so sure that he had killed him that he forgot that cardinal rule of muzzleloader hunting, always reload!  i threw up my rifle and squeezed the trigger, and found that i had screwed up too, and put my secondary safety(striker block) on my knight bighorn.  i frantically pulled back the striker and unscrewed the safety, and let one rip just as he went around the corner, and heard the bullet ricochet harmlessly off the rocks.  my dad had also taken a shot...and his gun misfired(i keep telling him pellets suck...).

we searched the whole draw for hours, and found no blood, no hair, nothing. came back there the next day with no better luck. a real heartbreaker, but lessons were learned.

[Come Get Some]

On my wife and I's first hunt on the east side for mule deer years ago and large heard of deer was crossing the road and went up the hill into the timber and sage brush. We drove to the top of the hill where I got out and ran across an open sagebrush area , My wife drove back down and followed the deer into the timber. I saw them coming a few hundred yards away and set up on the other side of the draw they were going to cross. They came up within a few feet of me and started bunching up all around me. A real nice 160 In 4 point stopped at 70 yards looking at all of the deer around me, I drew and drilled him. Everybody scattered. I watched him run and pile up down hill. ( straight at the truck about a mile away.) I slowly walked towards him, When I got there he had grown, always a good surprise. I set my bow down to roll him over when he jumped to his feet and ran over the hill. I knocked an arrow and ran to the edge. He was standing about 50 yds downhill. I drew and sent a 560 gr arrow thru his vitals again. He ran down hill and piled up again and closer to the truck. My yelled"dont shoot" She had seen him run over the hill not knowing that I had shot him. She was starting to stalk him when she heard my bow go off. Not sure who it was or what had happened. Needless to say, we got him and he was bigger than expected