One week after I shot my deer and rifle season ended, Dad was still hard at it trying to get one of those big bucks we still had pictures of. But, instead, he squeezed the trigger and got his first deer with a muzzleloader.
According to Dad: two doe came crossed three different shooting lanes before starting to talk at him. When he decided to fire at the biggest doe, he lined up the sites and just saw the blue smoke and no deer.
"I got down and walked to where I saw her last. The second doe was still standing nearby, so I knew she was down. When that second doe ran off by itself, I knew the deer was somewhere near by" Dad picked up the blood trail and tracked his doe... right into a nice puddle of cold water,"She was completely in the water and dead."
Dad pulled her out and got her back onto higher ground, then got his skidder to pull her out the rest of the way. When you lose two fellow hunters who have tagged out and don't muzzle hunt, you are left with no help to haul a deer out of the woods and need to be resourceful.
Dad's doe weighed 134lbs dressed. Which, ironically was exactly in the middle of Hub's deer (124lbs) and mine (144lbs).