12/02/2025
I'll remember this deer as The Grudge Match Deer.
He was shot on a Saturday morning, quartered to and as he ran off the young hunter and his dad saw the belly had been slit open. It wasn't terribly far from home and these usually expire fairly quickly so I decided to attempt a recovery late Saturday evening. Well, I never found a bed but it soon became obvious we were on the track of a live deer. He left the thicket he was in and crossed some mowed grass and a gravelled road before entering a woods. I marked the spot and made arrangements to come back Sunday evening. Now 36 hours after the shot Pixie took to the track and followed it with authority. Through the woods, down an atv trail, up a hill into some treetops where I thought for sure we would find a bed. No such luck. He kept right on going till he crossed a tilled field and entered the third section of woods. In this section we finally found his bedding spot right next to the creek, but again he had just vacated the area. Pixie was at the end of her lead barking to let me know our target was on the move. We had fresh blood headed up the creek toward a shallow pond. I decided to retreat and tack up the track on Monday evening.This deer was showing way more life than he should have been. Monday evening we headed up the creek. As I passed a water hole I noticed it was very bloody more than he would have left as he ran by the evening before. Sure enough he headed straight to the pond and bedded on the far side. Pixie started acting confused at this point and made several checks around the whole pond. As I followed her i noticed the second bed on the near side and eventually noticed blood going left and right at the point of entrance. Now I remembered the waterhole, the deer had obviously back tracked. I slowly worked Pixie back down the creek till we found an exit, the third bed, and finally his route out of the maze. With very little blood to confirm our track we traveled across a hayfield, followed a dry creek, wound through some thick cover and ended up in an old farm junk yard. Here I found myself standing on some stock panels looking at a wound bed right next to them as I was waiting on Pixie to advance deeper into the bush honeysuckle ahead of us. The rope didn't get tight and she was out of sight so I advanced to see what the issue was. Well Duh! She had him! A total of 2 3/8 miles and 60 hours of waiting to get this young man his first deer.