Hunting the Motu on the weekend and following a long afternoon encamped waiting for a stag I was certain would show up, I started walking back to camp. On the way I kept a watch for movement but the light was going in the bush and I didn't think there was much chance of anything but carried on.
After a time I spotted a deer sitting by the river and on inspection through the scope found there were x7 deer all settling down for the night. Amazingly enough I had clear vision through the scope so I took a good heart lung shot at the main subject, a large hind, as we were after meat animals. Following the shot when I saw my animal go down I walked down through the bush to it only to see it jump up and run away, obviously injured. It made it's way to the river and when crossing showed signs of being injured. I knew I hit a vital area and when it dissapered into the bush on the other side I had no chance of recovery that night.
Back to camp and informing my mates of a possible kill we decided to look at first light tomorrow.
Sure thing I had company in the morning and my son-in-law came with me. I showed him where I fired from, where the animal had been hit, where it ran to and where it crossed the river.
Imagine my surprise to discover at the exact spot where the deer had been on firing, there was a dead spiker! I had definately aimed at a hind. My son-in-law had moved to the river and called out he had blood, on investigation and about half an hour later he found a dead hind 200 metres away up a creek bed.
On examination of the animals we decided the bullet had shattered as it should on the first animal then travelled on with enough force to the next deer and killed that too.
I can't make any claim to have attempted this circumstance nor to hasve ever expected this outcome.
We were very happy to have x2 deer and they were dressed out accordingly along with another deer (my son-in-laws first)
A very happy party with plenty of venison and lots of enthusaim to hunt here again and soon.
