Alright, now I can't sleep...
So that night I decide I need to clean the gun. I get the cleaning kit out and break the gun down. I remember looking through the barrel and it being CAKED! I got the steal brush out and went to work on that thing until it was completely clean. This took me a couple of hours and a bunch of beers.
Next morning we go to a different spot. Dad and I are hunting side by side now and we're looking off this cliff into a pine thicket with beaver ponds.
I spot a lone doe bedded down facing right to left almost straight down. I put the scope on her and don't feel right about the shot, as it's almost vertical. So I wait...and wait...and wait some more. Dad talks me into just shooting as I wanted to throw a stick or something so she would at least stand up.
Bang...shot hits about 14" above where I was aiming...WTF? And the deer doesn't move. I rack another one in and bang! Shot is about 14" able and left...WTF?! Deer still didn't move!!! Dad ask me how many times I'm gonna kill her while he's laughing... I told him I thought I was missing, he said "nope, you got her with the first shot".
Turns out he's a damn liar! That deer was already dead...she had an arrow sticking out of her guts.
Oh well, it's still early. We will just move around the corner and hunt the bottom. We don't have to wait long and here comes a little fork. I happen to have a fork for that fork and I plan on using it. He's about 100 yards out and doesn't look like he's gonna head out way at all. Standing in the middle of a logging trail with nothing between us. I let one fly! Deer drops!!!! Time for some more hi-fives and shoulder punching. No need to wait, we start walking down the trail.
We make it about halfway and dad grabs my shoulder and says "wait wait wait". I think he spotted another deer so I freeze. He says "that fucker just moved" "what did?" He said "the deer". We decide it was nerves and continue a few more steps before the deer jumps up and runs away...missing one antler! Dad took a shot and I took 3 more at it.
Back to lunch we go. Everyone excited to see what all we killed...stories get told and the group decides I need to shoot the gun again. Long story short, the scope mount had come loose.