Someone is going to need to be sewn up.
With his Remington .270 rifle in hand, he shot a nice buck broadside. The buck’s front legs collapsed as it ran toward a fence and flipped over to the other side.
A second shot at about 30 yards away to the back of the neck put the buck down for good, or so Goodman thought.
A few minutes later Goodman went to check out his trophy. As he grabbed one horn he said, “Wow. What a big deer.”
As the nine-point, 240-pound buck lay lifeless the unexpected happened.
The buck stood up and knocked Goodman on his butt, attacking him with his antlers.
“It was 15 seconds of hell,” Goodman said.
Mr. Goodman required a fair amount of patching before getting back into the game, so to speak. It took seven staples to close up the attempted scalping the zombie deer gave him.
Personally, we here at Blue Crab Boulevard highly recommend a much larger rifle when hunting zombie deer. And pure silver bullets, just in case the beast is actually a werebuck.
I believe he may need a bambulance.
Now we know where those large orders of oddly shaped Kevlar were going. The Animal Uprising strikes again!
I had friends that would take a .270 hunting, but I was more partial to a war surplus 30-06 myself.