As I like to see new places and have been deer hunting practically from birth, I was elated to learn that I would be going to Kodiak on a deer hunt. I had many near misses and almost had to cancel the trip a couple of times but in the end I finally ended up getting me and a buddy of mine airline tickets so there was no backing out for either of us, so off we went last Wednesday.
The first thing I noticed when we arrived was how beautiful Kodiak is, I cant wait to see it in the summer sometime. We walked across to the air service that would be taking us to some other freinds' place where we would stay and ended up getting an early flight to the other end of the island, giving us time to see more of it in the daylight.
Second day we were there we rousted out of bed early for breakfast and then hustled down to the boat and were soon chugging out to our hunting area. I got dropped off to go after a buck that I saw up on a hillside chasing after a few does, while my buddy headed around to hunt one of his old favorite spots. When I got up a little ways I looked up and there was the buck I had spotted earlier almost straight above me on the steep hilside standing on top of a cliff looking down at me. I shouldered my rifle and let drive at him hearing a satisfying thump when the 350gr bullet from my 458 landed. He hunched and took off into the tall grass up the hill and out of sight. I was sure from the sight picture and sound at impact that the shot was a good one and I began to get really excited, just like shooting my first buck again,( I guess it kinda was a first buck in the respect that I had never before laid eyes on a blacktail before this trip).
So here is the interesting part, I head up to look for blood and in my excited haste, I decide to scale the cliff he was above instead of going 250yds around. Well that turned out to be a very stupid move, and nearly very costly. When I reached the top of the 30ft face I grabbed a big rock to pull myself over the top and when I put all my weight against it, the rock let go, taking me to the bottom with it. I distinctly remember the 5 minute (or so it seemed) fall, and bouncing three times. When I got myself upright I had a large puncture in my wrist that was bleeding rather badly, a hole in the top of my head that somehow didn't punch through the Stormy Kromer hat I was still wearing, cuts on my right leg, and a badly sprained left knee.
After drinking some water and regaining my wits I took the long way up and found my buck, dead as could be 25ft from where I shot him.
Gotta go now, more details a little later.