Here's a couple of unlucky does that got 'smoked' with the new muzzy last Dec.
I got to my stand a little later than I had planned. The farm that I hunt isn't that big, like 35-40 acres or so, and the farmer who owns it is 91 and still lives there. Consequently I usually add in a little time to BS with him before I go hunting. He has a tendency to talk your leg off, so I have to plan accordingly... This night I didn't include enough... Anyway I snuck in as quietly as I could and got settled in to my stand. I no sooner was setteled, I spotted a group of 6 does about 40 yards from me, half were bedded the other half were feeding. I though to myself, this is go good to be true. Unfortunately I had no shot at them as there was to much brush in the way.
Eventually they all bedded down. So the waiting game began. I waited for half an hour to 45 min before they got up and started to move around. They broke into two groups of three and started making their way below me and to my left single file down a trail. The first doe stepped into an opening at about 40 yards. I lined up the x hairs and pulled the trigger. Through the smoke I coudnt' see which direction she ran, but the other two does ran off to the left. I figured she nose dived it straight away from me over a little rise where I couldn't see her. I quickly reloaded just incase she showed her self again. I was pretty confidant that I had hit her as she was so close. I was condemplating on if I should shoot one of the others if they were going to give me the chance. I no sooner got another load in and a primer in the rifle, when the other group of three came down the exact same trail... I put up the muzzy again and thought to myslef... Do I really want to deal with two deer? As soon as the big doe cleared the brush, I subconsciencely pulled the trigger...
She ran off to the left for about 20 yards and then started staggering after about 30 yards and fell over dead. At first I thought I had missed, but then I saw a red spot develope on her ribs and then the 'water works' started, and and I knew it was all over but the gutt'n for her...
I lowered my muzzy down, reloaded, and then walked over to the spot where the first doe had been standing. I quickly picked up the blood trail in the snow and it wasn't far, maybe 30 yards, before I found her slumped over a log. The shot was true, right behind the shoulder, and quartering toward. The 245gr power belt was found lodged in the liver flattened out like a pancake. I quickly gutted her and drug her down the hill. I walked back up to where the second doe was laying. She was hit in exactly the same spot and the result was exactly the same. I gutted her and drug her down to where the other doe was laying. Then drug them both down to where I could load them in the truck. I was done hunting with only minutes of light left. Not a bad 'quick' hunt...
Once again we took the first place honors in the Fantasy Hunt. 
