There's some things while your outdoors you don't get to experience very often,some you can consider youself down right lucky to experience.
Twice I was lucky enough to see a deer loose his antler(s)
The first time my brother and I were bowhunting mid-jan. in Md. We were putting on small 2 man drives.We had just finished a small drive and were regrouping when a nice buck came running down this hill towards us.He was out of range running along a chain link fence,when he saw us he turned and tried going though the fence.He paced back and forth along the fence hitting the fence several times when all of a sudden one of his antlers popped off.He gathered himself and took off leaving us with half his rack and a memory the two of us will never forget.
The second time I was alone out shed hunting when I walked up on some doe and a small 6pt.
When they took off running the buck jumped some logs and one of his antlers went flying.I marked the spot and continued watching him run off down though the open woods I was in.He ran about 100 yards or so then started shaking his head from side to side.It was like he knew one half had fell off and he was trying to get rid of the other half.
Well,it wasn't too long later the other half went flying too!!
There was patches of snow on the ground at the time and he was going though some at the time when the second half dropped.I marked that spot and went straight to that one first.I couldn't find shed at first then saw tines sticking out of snow.The first antler that dropped was laying just past the logs and was easy to find.
I feel real lucky to have been in the right place at the right time on two different occasions.
Anyone else ever been so lucky??
Twice I was lucky enough to see a deer loose his antler(s)
The first time my brother and I were bowhunting mid-jan. in Md. We were putting on small 2 man drives.We had just finished a small drive and were regrouping when a nice buck came running down this hill towards us.He was out of range running along a chain link fence,when he saw us he turned and tried going though the fence.He paced back and forth along the fence hitting the fence several times when all of a sudden one of his antlers popped off.He gathered himself and took off leaving us with half his rack and a memory the two of us will never forget.
The second time I was alone out shed hunting when I walked up on some doe and a small 6pt.
When they took off running the buck jumped some logs and one of his antlers went flying.I marked the spot and continued watching him run off down though the open woods I was in.He ran about 100 yards or so then started shaking his head from side to side.It was like he knew one half had fell off and he was trying to get rid of the other half.
Well,it wasn't too long later the other half went flying too!!
There was patches of snow on the ground at the time and he was going though some at the time when the second half dropped.I marked that spot and went straight to that one first.I couldn't find shed at first then saw tines sticking out of snow.The first antler that dropped was laying just past the logs and was easy to find.
I feel real lucky to have been in the right place at the right time on two different occasions.
Anyone else ever been so lucky??