About a month ago my number got drawn for a damage control hunt. I was happy that my wife agreed to go along and hang around the hotel while I hunted.
On the trip over the highway was covered with debris - glass, plastic, metal, strewn all over from a truck/deer collision. I pulled over because I didn't want to run over it and have to change a tire when it was 0 degrees outside. Especially with my wife along. I asked the lady if she wanted me to throw the deer into what was left of her truck. She asked me if I wanted it. I told her I had all the stuff - knives, game bags, and such, but I didn't want to wait around for the State Patrol to show up and issue me a roadkill tag. Just then the State Patrol drives up. When I skinned that buck it was barely bruised from the collision. My wife asked if I was superstitious about the huge full moon and I told her "Naw - no way".
The next morning the guide set me up with a perfect shot. I'd had a lot of time to prepare for this hunt. I had hunted here before and knew what to expect. I'm a good marksman and I enjoy shooting. My shooting club has a manhole cover hanging at 450 yards and I seldom miss that or any of the closer targets. This was easiest shot I've had in perhaps the last 5 or 6 big game animals I've taken.
A medium sized cow wearing a collar was standing broadside about 175 yards. I had plenty of time to set up for the shot.
When I shot, both me and the guide heard what sounded like a good hit. The cow stutter stepped then ran. Since it had that collar on we were able to watch it run forever in open country. Prolly 2 or 3 miles. It looked totally healthy. We walked back to the truck in silence.
Later that day I had to drive over to the Division of Wildlife service center. They had wanted to see the rack on the roadkill buck and probably confiscate the antlers because it was trophy size even though it wasn't really a very nice rack. It was wide but the points were short and one was broke off from the collision. The DOW officer told me they appreciated me going out of my way to claim that other deer and to be honest about the antlers. (I guess antlers are a really big deal sometimes - not sure why). We talked a little bit. He said the DOW wanted to donate another deer to me that they had confiscated the day before. I said "Great!".
So that is how I left home for an elk hunt and returned with 2 buck deer.
I've replayed that shot over and over in my mind as you can imagine anyone would.
It was an easy shot.
Those collars appear to be made of fire hose stuffed with some other material so they don't rub the animals.
This weekend it finally came to me what really happened.
I shot the collar!