"Lucky In More Ways Than One"
Written by Matt Brown
I had been walking for a couple hours and was finally making it into the area where I thought I would run into one of my bucks that I have sheds from. I noticed a few small rubs and a little bit of sign, nothing too promising but I still figured I might bump into something. I took the antler that I carry with me off my pack and decided to try and mock a buck rubbing a small fir tree.
After 10 steps, I rounded a fir tree and there, right in front of my eyes was a massive 4 point muley 15 yards away. I immediately recognized the buck as one me and Steve have 2 sheds from. When the buck and I made eye contact he turned to run, I barely had time to get the rifle to my shoulder and touch a shot off. I immediately saw hair flying in the air, but was still unsure about where I had hit the buck as it happened so fast. I jacked another shell in the chamber and took five steps forward and saw the buck wheel-barrowing himself forward on his front legs. I tried to get a clear shot to finish the buck off, but the way he was dragging himself around and my adrenaline pumping made the task pretty difficult.
After the photos were complete I began to field dress the buck and was almost finished when I went to cut around the rear end. I had a little bit of hide that needed to be removed so I put my knife blade under it and pulled directly towards myself………….My knife cut through the hide and plunged right into my left thigh just above the knee!
Soon after, I realized that my knife wound was much worse than I had thought and that I better get out to the road ASAP or I would be in serious trouble.
I took flagging tape from my pack and ribboned a trail from the deer to the road so that my brother would be able to find it when I was getting fixed. I continued hobbling down the road and realized that my boot lace wasn't tight enough around my leg, as my boot was now full of blood. I took an 8-inch stick and put it between my leg and the boot lace, then I gave the stick a few twists to tighten the lace and it seemed to help.
I had to rest again as I felt really close to passing out. I also remembered Steve telling me to fire 3 quick shots if I had killed anything, so I did that as well. After resting, I made it down to, and across a small creek and climbed up the hill on the other side. Once at the top, I was really feeling sick so I laid down again and elevated my leg to slow the bleeding. I knew I could walk no further so I prepared myself for a long wait and tried to stay comfortable and not panic.
I was looking all around me keeping an eye out for my brother when I saw a flash of movement across the creek. I saw my brother walk out from behind some pines, so I yelled to get his attention. He heard me and started coming my way. As he was walking towards me I told him I shot a big buck, but that I needed serious help, as I had stabbed myself in the leg. He didn't believe me at first, as this seemed like something I would do as a joke to mess with him.
As he walked closer though, he realized the seriousness of the situation and ran and got his truck. Then we had a rough hour of hell bouncing up and down on the ride out. Steve took me home and my mom called the doctor to meet us at the D and T Centre. The doctor stopped the bleeding and then I was sent to Kelowna general hospital to see a vascular surgeon. I had my leg operated on that night to repair all the damage. As it turned out, I didn't hit the femoral artery at all, I cut a few veins and a lot of muscle and in total lost about 2 liters of blood during the 2 kilometers Ii had to walk out. Now my leg is all stitched up and I have around 6 weeks of recovery time to look forward to.
Editor's Note: Be careful folks!!
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