By Eric Pickhartz
Authorities and wildlife officials with the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission have reported the death of 66-year-old Thomas Alexander, who shot a buck near Yellville with a muzzleloader.
“I’ve worked for the Game and Fish Commission for 20 years, and it’s one of the stranger things that’s happened,” said Keith Stephens, the Chief of Communications with the agency, according to KY3.com.
When the hunter approached the downed deer he’d just shot, it apparently attacked him, inflicting a number of puncture wounds. Alexander was able to call his family after the attack, who called emergency responders, but the hunter died later at a hospital.
Here’s more on the story from KY3 News . . .
“I don’t know how long he left it there, but he went up to check it to make sure it was dead. And evidently it wasn’t,” Stephens said. “It got back up, and he had several puncture wounds on his body.”
It’s still unclear if Alexander indeed died of the puncture wounds, or whether it was another cause, such as a heart attack.
“It’s my understanding there’s not going to be an autopsy, so we may never know what actually happened,” Stephens said.
Arkansas has seen one other similar incident, from four years ago, in which someone got stuck by a buck’s antlers. “It was pretty significant, but they did survive,” Stephens said.
As most deer hunters know, it’s vital to be fully aware and prepared when approaching a downed game animal. Typically, you should allow about 30 minutes of no movement before approaching it.
Be careful out there.
When you step out of your house you become part of the food chain. Last week while hunting quail I had a mountain lion encounter. Thankfully he gave ground.
Thank goodness,
My dad told me some years ago as He and I were tracking an elk that a rather large coyote was stalking up on me and he had scared it away.
I must have been completely oblivious because I didn’t know until he told me later in camp.
I assume it was a coyote but there are also a handful of Mexican wolfs in that particular area of New Mexico.
“I must have been completely oblivious”
No shame on you, cougars sneak up on stuff for a living. They’re ghosts if they don’t want you to see them.
I’ve had eyes on cougar and bob cat, at fairly close range, and still did not hear a sound. They are amazing.
One my coolest hunting experiences was walking up on a bobcat feeding on a dead deer. I was able to get within 7-10 yards before he/she realized I was there and then it calmly, quietly, and quickly disappeared. I deabated shooting it, but I wasn’t after a trophy, I was meat hunting. Besides, I enjoy watching wildlife in its natural habitat more than I do harvesting game. I’m a terrible hunter. 🤨
You’re part of the food chain at home, too. Especially if you have bedbugs.
Or a brown recluse. That’s a hell of a bite right there.
Lol! Or fleas 🙂
Let’s not forget being married. 🙂
You certainly do; although in nature it’s more of a food web, since predator/prey relationships aren’t always strictly linear.
Neverthless, position on the hierarchy has been categorized through a taxonomy called the trophic scale; trophic stemming from the Latin word for food, if I recall.
The scale runs from 1 ro 5, out to one decimal place. Level 1 are producers, meaning organisms that produce their own food from the environment; mostly plants. Level 2 are the herbivores who eat the plants. Levels 3 and 4 are carnivores who eat the herbivores and eat plants, too. Level 5 is the highest. Those are your apex predators. Nobody eats them, at least not in their prime. Others might take down an aged or sickly specimen, but that’s at the end of their life cycle.
Where do humans rank? About level 2.2 or so. As endowed by nature, we can eat plants, but our prey skills only go so far: bugs, wild eggs, whatever we can manage to catch despite being slow, relatively poorly sighted, and minimally armed with pathetic teeth and nails.
We share that ranking with pigs and some fish. The only things that allows us to punch above our weight are our technology and capacity for reasoning, which are interrelated. I’m guessing a blackpowder rifle in a man’s hands and the will to live on the buck’s part is a more balanced bout than people might realize.
Do not forget we also tamed an Apex predator, the wolf/dog. Between the dog and cooking, we developed enough time to develop better homes, bows, the sewing needle and other Technologies.
The pairing of us with the dog made us an omnivore Apex predator.
Am I a bad person for admiring the deer for defending his kind? I’m pro-hunting, partially as it teaches that life is a web, not a pyramid.
Beware of that marriage, a tangled web there.
Although certainly most modern humans rank around a 2, in our physical prime, an adult male human ranks as one of the most capable predators on earth, right up there with the largest wolves. Since our ancestor, Homo Erectus, we have had the ability to run down and kill (with our own stone tools) any adult quadruped on earth, save only the largest of species.
It is important to recognize a few things.
1. Modern humans are weak because they can be. But our bodies are capable of incredible endurance and power.
2. The strength of the wolf is not the claw or the fang. The strength of the wolf is the pack. Humans, too, are social animals. By doing what our species is good at, even in a “natural” state, we can, and have, taken down any animal on earth. We can track the decimation and elimination of apex predators throughout history by the introduction of pre-historic man into their environment. Humans have always been particularly brutal on apex predators. We hunt them, and we out-compete them as well.
3. Individually, only the largest of the apex predators, such as the African lion, Asian tiger, and the larger bears have a solid chance of killing an adult male human in prime physical condition. And even then, it’s if we are alone. Humans in their “natural” state were rarely alone.
“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.” ― Socrates
Good points, we’re definitely soft compared to our potential. We haven’t been hungry in so long we largely forget how brutal, violent, and cunning we can and had to be.
StuartK,
A man just ran a marathon in less than 2 hours. That’s 4 and some change minute miles, for 26.2 miles. That is, by the way, faster than most horses can run the marathon.
We have a phenomenal potential.
You’re not running down rabbits, squirrels, etc. Don’t be silly. By mentioning stone tools, unless you mean literally stones picked up off the ground and used as is, as opposed to combined with other materials and fashioned into specific weapons, then you’ve incorporated man’s ingenuity and technology into the equation. That’s moving the goal posts of the discussion, which is limited to the species as is. Regarding man as an apex predator is just wishful, fanciful thinking and runs contrary to the science of the field.
Now, with regard to horses and men and running over distances, that’s an interesting point which I am glad you made. Not many would think of that and would conclude incorrectly if they dead. After all, most people’s experience with horses is limited to T.V. and the movies. A horse can go full gallop for only a few miles, fewer than five. Even Pony Express riders kept having to swap out fresh horses such that they averaged maybe ten m.p.h., plus or minus depending on terrain, temperatures, rider skill, etc.
That’s slower overall than the recent record breaking marathon runner, to be sure, but that’s one world class professional athlete, with modern nutrition and training, over open pavement without obstacles/threats/distractions, who was completely and utterly exhausted at race end. That’s not representative of anything in a natural or prehistoric environment. Let’s not forget what happened with the original marathon runner. Running such distances, let alone at such impressive paces, is not repeatable as a matter of daily hunting.
Jonathan-Houston, I’ve run down dozens of rabbits, a couple of deer, and plenty of pigs. Running down wild pigs was a common task for children 100 years ago. It’s not a superhuman feat.
Of course we should include human ingenuity. To not would be like not including a shark’s teeth. That’s why I specifically mentioned Homo Erectus, who made stone axes, ran down zebras and all forms of antelope, and killed them. We were making axes before we were making clothing.
The reality is that man (as a species) became, and remains, the apex predator on the planet.
Props on the Kipling quote
Every time I feel like turning down the speed on the treadmill, I hear David Goggins yell at me, call me a pussy ass bitch, and turn the speed up.
According to Goggins, we’ve got at least 20% more in the tank than we think we do.
Unfortunately too many of us don’t view physical exercise as a necessity like showering or brushing our teeth.
Those are the people I will probably eat first after wild game and pets run out.
Jonathan-Houston – I assume you did not grow top in the country. I use to catch rabbits by hand when I was in highschool. Not easy but you have to be fast and turn quickly. The tricky part is making sure they do not bite once you catch them. I also over weeks tried to tame a rabbit but I had a cousin that killed it using a rock which made me rather upset.
You must be from Arizona
Wonder if the Bucks eyes were closed or half open. I was taught that if the deer’s eyes are closed its not dead yet. You either wait or hit it again.
Bring enough gun.
Also, bring *another* gun. Rifles harvest game. Handguns save lives.
Yep. Always a good idea to have a handgun on you while you hunt.
Just extra weight. Sit a while and watch your downed game. Then approach from the rear. Make sure you’re firearm is loaded and poke in the rear end. If it starts to move, take a rear of the head shot.
A great idea but unfortunately my state and I suspect others don’t allow for pistols on person while hunting. I suppose some idiots at some point were tempted to use them instead of their bows or muzzys and ruined it for everyone.
My state allows the following weapons for deer hunting: bow, crossbow, muzzle loader, rifle, air rifle, pistol and shotgun. The minimum caliber for muzzle loaders, both rifle and pistol, is .40 caliber. Air rifles must be precharged and at least .30 caliber. The only requirement for rifles and pistols is that they be center fire and shoot an expanding bullet. No minimum caliber is listed. Shotguns must be ten gauge or smaller. I personally have killed deer with crossbow, muzzle loader, and rifle. I once passed up a six foot shot at a doe with my .45 Colt Ruger Blackhawk. I had gotten a glimpse of a buck before the doe came by and was hoping that the buck would come in range of my .30-06. I always carry my .45 Blackhawk in addition to my .30-06 during the regular gun season. This year it opens on Nov. 23 and runs through Feb. 10. Between archery, muzzle loader, and gun season, we can deer hunt from Oct. 15 to Feb. 10. Our limit is a buck and a doe a day. However we are limited to three bucks for the combined seasons. There is no limit on does other than the one a day limit. My deer kills have ranged from five yards to 240 yards. The most I have killed in one season is four. Oh, and this year for the first time we can legally hunt deer and feral swine over bait. You have to buy an extra bait license which costs $15.
Poke it with a stick or give it another love tap from a pistol.
Gotta aim for those vitals…
“Mess with the bull, get the horns…”
This is why the founding fathers gave us the second amendment.
>sarcasm intended<
The deer will rise against us!
Zombie deer? The mind boggles.
He didn’t follow Zombieland rule #2, the double tap.
Double tapping with a muzzle loader. Now that’s a process. ;).
I wonder if he was using flintlock, cap and ball or inline? I have a hunting buddy that uses a break action inline. He has plastic tube ‘speed loaders’ that help a little.
Just whap its neck with a machete, quick kill.
It would have been sufficient and sensible for the guy to reload his muzzle loader before approaching the downed deer. Absurd, really, that he didn’t. What was he going to do? Kick the thing?
Well, legally its “muzzle loader season” so killing the deer with a machete or a boot to the head could be construed as illegally taking a deer or taking a deer out of season, since the ultimate cause of death was something other than a muzzle loader, even though the muzzle loader did most of the damage.
Kinda like that one case with that lunatic SEAL who stabbed a kid. . . technicalities. I feel like a Vulcan now. . . I need a drink.
Yep, bring a pistol for a “Coup de grâce”
They say “it”s the thrill of the hunt”!
Do I kill it or does it kill me? Hunting any animal the same size as you or larger than you has risks.
Now is that part of any hunter’s education course?
Not into muzzle loaders and I know they are nuisance to unload. But I was taught reload, come to the side (nearly everything will try to go forward) then touch the animal with barrel and if it flinched pull the trigger again. Works with any animal dangerous or otherwise.
Probably the easiest way to unload them is to just pull the trigger. Instantly unloaded!
Exactly what I was taught and what I taught my sons. I would never approach a downed deer without a loaded firearm at the ready.
Sometimes you get the deer and sometimes you get the horns.
Antlers not horns. 👍
Oh no! Someone used a slightly incorrect term in the spirit of making a joke! What will we do?!
Wait…
Look! Its captain pedantic here to save the day!
LOL!
Hey, at least he died doing what he wanted to be doing.
RIP.
Yup. Like him I’m in my 60’s. If I clock out on a hunting or fishing trip it is a good way to go.
Hell, any way you go is better than wearing a bib and diaper in a nursing home.
“Hey, at least he died doing what he wanted to be doing.”
Well, I’d like to die while in the close proximity of a nice rack, just not *that* kind of rack… 😉
“at least he died doing what he wanted to be doing”
Bleeding from multiple sharp force injuries?
“Bleeding from multiple sharp force injuries?”
Hey, the deer wanted to make sure the hunter “got the point.”
A bunch of them…
*snicker* 😉
Something tells me that when he had those horns up his ass he wished he would have stayed home that day.
Sometimes you’re the windshield…sometimes you’re the bug.
You know what the last thing through a bug’s brain is when he hits your windshield?
His asshole.
Bambi’s revenge😖😢
Deer can be amazingly resilient. I shot a buck at close range and it went down immediately. After 3 or 4 minutes it tried to try to get back on its feet and crawled for about 50 yards. When we field dressed it later we discovered that my shot had completely destroyed its heart. I would not have thought that possible.
Oh yeah. Even with only residual oxygenated blood and ATP, adrenaline seems to be one helluva drug.
That can also happen with humans, which is why a downed threat with the weapon in their hand, is still a threat.
I was living on this hunting club off of the trinity river in Texas. Was doing some squirrel hunting one year and I kept jumping this big ten point around this one thicket. It wasn’t open enough to hunt with a rifle because of all the vines and brush. So I slipped in one morning before daylight and sat pretty close to this big fellas scrap line. It was drizzling rain that opening morning and almost didn’t go. I hadn’t been sitting there 20 minutes I could hear him rubbing on this trees. A few minutes later before I knew it he was laying down in front of my less than ten yards. All I could see was his horns sticking up from behind this small mound of dirt. I never had a clear clean shot when he walked up. Remington 870 in hand, loaded with five triple 000 buck shot. We had a lot of hogs around so I always pulled my plug before I went deer hunting in a thicket. I waited around thirty minutes and all he was doing was looking around. I could see those big dark swamp horns in the dim light. Well I got tired of sitting and I hatched out a perfect plan for this old fella. The wind was right for my plan so I got up as slowly and as quietly as I could. Everything was wet so there wasn’t any crunch from the leaves. After I stood up, I raised my gun to my shoulder and eased the safety off. I eased forward, gun up ready for him to jump up and see what was going on. At that point I was so close I could have spit on him. Just as I took that last step forward, he bolted like a jet from a aircraft carrier. I stayed still as I could cause I knew he was going to come back to my right and try to circle behind me so he could smell if it was a doe , hog or what. I heard a limb crack just a little to my right and sure thing I seen him slipping slow with head helt high sniffing the air. I was fixing to get busted. I found an open hole the same level as his neck and eased my gun to that spot. Sure thing, I seen the bass of his right horn and his ear. The white on the inside of his ear stuck out like a kkk member in a black panther party. Just as his ear hit that open hole, I pulled the trigger and all I seen was him flipping backwards on his back and the white of his belly. I waited a minute, no movement. I knew that load of buck shot did it’s job. As I walked up to him I was really surprised to only see a big chip out of the bass of his right horn and a cut just across the neck behind his ear. Then, I noticed him breathing and then he started to move one of his legs a little. I had sat my gun just beside me against a big live oak. I grabbed my buck fixed blade knife and grabbed his horn to lift his head up so I could put that knife across his throat. I was really surprised when that dude opened both eyes and jumped straight up. I was holding on to that right horn and trying to stick him. He was just staggering like a drunk coming out of a bar at closing time. He started pulling back and I’d pull back towards the blade. He had regained some pretty good strength by this time and I knew I had to do something quick. As he pulled back I pushed and he stumbled and hit the ground just long enough for me to pick Betsy up and get her safety off. I had already chambered a round so I was ready. He was on his feet and turned to his left. A quartering away shot. I put a load of triple 000 right behind his right shoulder and he just rolled over. The first shot, only knocked his ass out. Not one bullet hit a vital spot. All I found was the two that hit the bass of his horn and the one across the top of his neck. Now what I did was pretty stupid. And I’ve made plenty sure my other bucks was surly dead. As I was holding that big thick horn in my hand and trying to cut his throat, I could see the tip of his main beam was policed pretty white , and sharp. I sat back against that old water oak and reflected on what had just happened. I honestly think while I was holding his horn and him pulling back and then coming forward with those horns down that he was trying to hook me. Well, I’m still here today and have put a lot of nice bucks on the ground and some nice memories to go with my hunting trips, for that next big fella. But none of those stories isn’t nothing compared to that early Saturday rainy morning of opening day when I killed the thicket buck. Close call. I don’t have to tell a deer, elk, muley, or any hunters to be careful because I know y’all wouldn’t be out there if ya wasn’t ready for the unexpected. I think of that day every time I load up and hit the thickets with Old Betsy. She is still going just like me and loves the thicket.
I’ve never gone hunting with a muzzleloader but I would imagine it would be a good idea to carry a handgun, just in case. Maybe that’s not legal there?
“It’s my understanding there’s not going to be an autopsy, so we may never know what actually happened,” Stephens said.”
seems like the purpose of an autopsy would be to find out what happened but I guess now I know how to stage an ‘accidental death’ in that area where it’ll never be investigated…
“I’ve never gone hunting with a muzzleloader but I would imagine it would be a good idea to carry a handgun, just in case.”
Any SXS muzzleloaders back then?
Yes. sxs rifles and shotguns and combo guns. I’ve seen photos of stack barrel front stuffers also.
Step on its antlers to hold down while you slit it’s throat.
“Arkansas has seen one other similar incident, from four years ago, in which someone got stuck by a buck’s antlers.”
So that was the sequel. That makes this, what? Bambi III: Retaliation?
See? With a 30 round magazine that hunter would still be alive today. Swiss Venison, anyone?
😛
Are you refencing the Montana Governer Steve Bullock? https://www.personaldefenseworld.com/2019/10/governor-steve-bullock-magazine-capacity/
A PETA conspiracy!!!
I have never waited for a deer to be still for 30 minutes. When you shoot them properly in the heart/lungs with an adequate broadhead or caliber/bullet, they will be dead within 30 seconds or less. (In my experience they are down and lights-out within 10 seconds.)
Regardless, I always approach a downed deer cautiously. From a distance I look for an entrance and/or exit wound to verify proper shot placement. I also look to see if the deer is breathing.
If you put a marginal shot on a deer: absolutely wait a bit, at least 10 minutes.
Waiting 30 minutes is ridiculous. 1) you’re letting a potentially wounded animal suffer for up to 30 minutes and 2) you’re losing 30 minutes to dress the animal and prevent spoilage. Reload the gun, approach from the rear/spine, which would be the hardest direction to move, and look for signs of life. Either poke the eye with the muzzle and be prepared to fire again, or put another shot in the brain just to be sure.
Most states have “minimum caliber” regulations (.45 cal being the usual minimum) for muzzleloading deer hunting. Nothing was said in the article was said about the caliber used by the hunter on the deer. Was he using a rifle or a smoothbore? A peashooter squirrel rifle or a big-bore? And where was the deer hit by the hunter’s shot? Just because a hunter is using a large-caliber ball (or buckshot) is no guarantee if the deer isn’t hit in the vitals. I agree with others on the way a downed buck should be approached (carefully!).
well I am a neck or shoulder shooter and have been hunting ever since was 14 years old and everyone I put down stayed down but have always after I got one carried a handgun usually just a 22 revolver but never had one get up not saying it won’t happen still trying to hunt just 65
In our neck of the woods a game warden was attacked by a buck deer and he then ran into a pond to escape. He later drove himself to the hospital and died.
In another local incident a man who was raising European Red Deer was dumb enough to go into the pen (during the rut no less) to show his buddy some of the deer when a buck attacked both of them. Both raced for a tree and one of the men was pulled out of the tree as he climbed it by the deer who bit him in the pants and pulled him to the ground and killed him. Meanwhile a high school teenager had just come home and the other man in the tree yelled for help. The teenager ran home and got his single shot shotgun but had no ammo so he had to run to the neighbors house and they only had one shell. He then shot the deer and killed it by poking the barrel through the fence.
In another incident (this one on TV) another dumb ass who was raising deer was asked by another man if he could test a deer call so the two idiots went inside the cage during the rut no less and when one of them blew into the call the buck attacked one of the men. One of the men hit the deer over the head with a folding chair and the buck was so strong it lifted the man right off the ground when attempting to gore him and then the buck ran out the gate which the dumb asses had left open and the man’s children were playing in the yard but luckily the buck just wanted to escape, which he did.
Two stories about deer attacks, my dear old dad rest his soul, shot a big buck in a place called Scappuse, Ore, he got to the buck & cornered it where it had no where to go but at him, he charged (being shot with a 308) & all my dad could do is move or be gored, He lost the deer but kept his life, another storie, same place Scappuse, our friend a full blooded American Indian had a farm & liked to drink whiskey would clime on top of his barn with a knife after he baited the ground below the barn & wait for deer to come feed, then he would jump on top of them & proceed to slit their throats, he stopped after he missed the mark one day & got gored. True story, my dad & me found him the next day almost dead from blood loss. He proceeded to hunt with a 22 rifle after that,,, crazy dude. But a nice guy.
Since everyone is telling hunting stories here is one I read about in the Book “The Rifle and the Hound in Ceylon” by Samuel Baker.
In the late 1800’s Sam was out hunting birds when he chanced upon a bear trail. He knew that by the tracks it was the dreaded Sloth Bear who often is known to kill people to this very day although there numbers now are at the extinction level.
Sam had one problem he only had shot shells with him not slugs, and not buck shot. He then took out a shell (made of heavy paper back then) and cut two semi-circular slits around the circumference of the shell leaving only enough paper to barely hold the shell from coming apart in two pieces the idea being that on firing the front half of the shell would separate from the main body and fly through the air like a solid slug would. When Sam finally found and stalked up on the bear (naturally from above) he let fly with his modified shell and killed the bear. If he had not he would not have lived to tell this story.
Sam had a special custom big hunting knife made for him in England that he ordered by post. It was more like a short
Roman Gladius than a knife. Sam used a knife instead of a gun when hunting deer as he did not want to risk hitting his hounds with a firearm. It was not without extreme risk of getting gored by the cornered deer (usually standing in the middle of a stream to fight off the dogs). Sam used 3 types of dogs on the hunt. The blood hounds that trailed the deer, the greyhounds that ran the deer down and finally the “seizer’s” that were of some pit bull breed that would grab the deer either by the ears or by the muzzle to let Sam rush in and stab the deer to death. Sam hunted wild boar in the same way.
I remember reading a story – maybe ten years ago or so – about another hunter who approached too soon. This time, the deer flailed about and struck the hunter in the chest with (I think) both of its rear hooves. I don’t remember if it broke his ribs (seems an almost certainty) but the man did die from the blunt force trauma.
Personally, if I ever go deer hunting, I’m bringing a long, long feather duster to go “cootchie-cootchie-koo!” under the deer’s chin. If it giggles, I’m blasting it again!
Be careful of that long feather duster. You might get mistook for an ostrich and shot by mistake.
He died from “natural causes”!
It’s natural to die from being gored.
As we all head into the woods this fall there are things to remember for safety.
Always approach a downed animal from the back not the legs.
Reload before approaching and lead with the weapon. You will never regret hunting an animal like it’s the most dangerous thing on the planet but you will regret complacency.
Always let someone know where you are, when you are expected back and try your best to have a communication device that works in that area.
Carry gear, clothing, food and water because things happen.
I wish y’all luck in not only the kill but the hunt and what it brings.
I shot a big muledeer in the head with a .45 cap and ball muzzle loader and dropped him immediately. As I walked up on him he got up and tried to run but he was blinded by the impact of the ball and kept tripping over downed trees. By the time I reloaded he got his vision back and took off down the hill. Never found him.
What a great day for the animals, some bastard hunter got what s coming to him! Karma is a bitch. May the so-called hunter burn in Hell! Too bad Cecil didn’t get that bastard dentist.
Allow 30 Minutes before approaching? Nonsense! You chamber another round or reload the muzzle loader. That and the approach time should allow a few minutes. You check for a sign of life observing and response by tossing a branch or rock on it from a safer distance. Then you can get close enough on the animals back area. Poke with muzzle.
Why would anyone attempt to confirm dearh without the means to immediately kill it?
Stupid acts often result in the worse potential outcome.
Good this should happen more often maybe it will teach them a lesson!
I am 77 years old and been hunting with a muzzle loader since 1972 50 caliber cap an bal ltakes about 1 min.to reload.in 1996 I changed to a inline 50 inline what a difference Knight riffle.In2015 went to CVA Optma 170 yards it’s a breakdown but what matters is get to know your weapon,practice and practice and practice some more.if the eyes are closed hes alive and if eyes are open hes dead reload after the shot it only takes a minute,then check your deer Look At The eyes
If you let that animal sit for a half hour without bleeding you might as well consider it road kill
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I shot. A buck one time. Years ago,it. Was 50 yards. Away. I walked up to the deer. Grabbed one horn sticking up as I pulled. On it. The deer got to it’s deer. Started. Charging me. . I. Scrabble with the deer an finally was able to bring my 870 up. An shot it at close range. It went down. After hitting me. Several times. Then I shot it again
My fellow hunters watched an laughed the whole time. . What I did was hit one antler an nocked it. Silly for a monument
Was I surprised. But ok. Few scrapes