09/09/2026
I had not even made it to our property before getting the next call. We met the hunter and made the drive back to the shot. He felt as if the shot was not bad and the deer should not have gone very far.
The hunter started leading us across the open field toward the spot of blood in the field. They had lost the trail after the deer had gotten out of the field and into the woods. I decided we should start at the shot site like I normally like to do. We turned back, cutting across the grass. We had not made it very far and Slate’s nose hit the ground and he whipped into high gear. He veered hard to the left toward a sagging stretch of barbed wire fence. He stood at the fence looking back at me. The last blood was 75 yds in the opposite direction so I pulled him off so we could go start.
We started at the beginning and before we made it to the point the deer had turned north into the woods he went right back to that exact same fence crossing, stopped dead, and stared back at me. His actions were telling me everything I needed to know, but human logic is a stubborn thing. I pulled him off a second time. Instead of listening to the dog, we worked our way 75 yards in the exact opposite direction, tracing the path the hunter had tracked and we made it to the last blood. Slate circled around casting for a scent that wasn't there. After a few minutes of watching him loop fruitlessly through the trees, I finally gave in.
"Alright, buddy where's he at?". Slate didn't hesitate. He lined out straight for the fence crossing for the third time and stood looking back at me. At this point, we didn't argue. We called the neighbor, gained permission to cross the property line and I told him to go. He took off and just 150 yards later we were standing over a beautiful buck.
The buck had indeed busted north into the woods but once inside the cover of the trees he had done a complete 180 and backtracked 75 yards right through his own footsteps, slipped back out into the open field, crossed the fence, and headed dead south. The hunter had been baffled all morning but Slate had the puzzle solved five minutes after getting out of the truck. If only his owner would have listened to begin with we all would have been back in the air conditioned truck sooner...