Mike's True Story
My name is Mike Johnson and I was a resident of Illinois until I
married and moved to Minnesota. I hunted deer with my Dad for 14 years
prior to my wedding and then went for a 10 year period where I didn't
get back to hunt with Dad. Six years ago, Dad underwent a triple bypass
surgery and it got me to thinking about all of the good times we had
hunting. I made a point then and there that I wouldn't let another year
go by without coming home to hunt with my Dad. I've harvested a
beautiful 10 point buck and a very nice doe. The shot on the doe is the story.
Last year my 12 year old nephew started hunting. We were all sitting
on our stands during the morning dawn and I got cold and bored. I
decided to get down and wait it out on the ground because my nephew and
Dad were going to walk up the draw that I was sitting on when they got
off their stands. As I was sitting there, 7 does started trotting out
of the draw and across the cornfield about 250 yards away. Well I
wanted my nephew to get a chance at a deer and I was going to try to
spook these back into the draw. I led the first doe by a good ten feet
or so and fired off a shot. At the crack of the gun that lead doe
dropped on a dime. The other six does did what I wanted them to and
turned and went back into the draw, but she just layed there. I was
sitting on the hillside in shock wondering where I hit her to drop her
like that. I got up and stepped off the distance, and I swear it was
289 steps from where I sat to where she lay. I was looking for a entry
wound and saw none. I moved her head with my foot and there it was.
The slug had entered one eye and gone out the other, I swear on a Bible.
My nephew and Dad came by later after I had her dressed and Chad just
couldn't believe it. He called me "Dead Eye" for the rest of the
weekend. I sure am looking forward to this year's hunt again.
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