Too Iced to Shoot

[Huffmanite]

Went Deer hunting one cold morning just before sunrise.  On walking to my stand, it started to lightly rain.  Before I could get to my stand, several doe and two yearings came out of woods to graze about 75 yards from me on opposite side of field I was about to cross.  I'm in the open, but manage to back up to a large OAK tree without spooking them.   The deer slowly moved in my direction as they grazed.  Soon a nice 4 point buck joined them.  Any time I moved, they looked in my direction, like they were ready to run back into woods.  So, I stood as still as I could leaning against that tree.  Well, the winds had picked up and you could feel the temperatures drop even lower.  There always seemed to be at least one of them always looking in my direction.  After what seemed forever of this cat and mouse game, I decided to get off a quick shot at the buck.  Thought I would quickly step forward with my left foot, raising my rifle from it cradled position in my arms to my shoulder in one co-ordinated movement and quickly shoot.  They were about 60 yards from me, so I knew a hurried shot should not be too hard.  Well this neatly thought out plan didn't work.  Had stood so long in the same spot staring at the deer, I had not noticed the wet ground was now icy.    So, I began my move to shoot only to fall flat on my face.  My feet had frozen to the ground.  Of course, I could hear the deer laughing as they ran into the woods.

[mjbgalt]

did the same thing, only mine was when i saw a deer about 60 yards into the woods and i tried to get into a position to shoot and i was standing in a tractor rut just outside the woods and as i moved to get ready to shoot i slipped and did the one-leg-hopping-around-so-my dad's-expensive-gun-doesn't-get-wet.....dance.

and i did ok, too because i fell on my butt and the gun was dry.

the deer laughed and ran off and so did my cousin when he came to get me later and i told him the story.

-Matt

[longwalker]

I was bird hunting in Pike County PA. It was rainy, cold, overcast and everything was wet. I flushed a Woodcock from under my feet the bird did it usual bounce and weave requireing me to move around a dead tree. Swinging on the bird and moving around the tree my right foot caught on a root, grass, vine I don't know what. I kept my eye on the bird and about half way down I shot the Woodcock. After picking myself up and retrieving the bird I noticed a funny buy familiar taste in my mouth. Blood. It seems when I fell I hit my nose on the reciever of my shotgun. There was no keeping that secret. I did stop the nose bleed but failed to notice the blood droplets on my vest. Hence forth I was known as the Hunter of dangerous small game.

longwalker

[Glanceblamm]

Good Read Guys..
I have found myself frozen to the ground on a few occasions while hunting those yotes.