Three or so years ago I was hunting with my buddy in my parents truck (I had a two wheel drive at the time).
I had a big mule deer doe on the ground with a 150 grain .270 SP in her at about 300 yards. Out of nowhere comes my familys golden lab "Flash" and he is headed straight for the deer. Turns out I made a bad hit and she got up and took off with Flash in hot pursuit. The dog gave up on her and came back to us and when we tried to track her we had no luck at all... that is the only deer that has ever escaped me once hit.
The strangest thing about this whole story is that Flash never leaves the farm unless he is in the back of a truck. He has never roamed around or even gone down to the neighbours less than half a mile away. He had never done anything like that before and never has again to this day. I still remain completely baffled by the whole thing. He is not much good for hunting either... just the happiest dumbest dog you may ever meet, cant stay mad at the big doofus no matter how hard you try.
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I love the smell of fresh shotgun in the morning.
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