I grew up on a large cattle ranch in Okeechobee Fla. Me and a friend were going to our stands fairly early one afternoon. He wanted to kill turkey and I wanted a deer. He was going to walk another 1/4 mile past me. When I had gotten out of the truck, an 8 pointer ran out of some trees and headed directly away from me and started to cross a big marsh. I was shooting a Rem 742 Carbine in .06 and when he was about 200 yds away and running, the water was getting to be 3-4ft deep for him and he was having to come up out of the water and go back down.
I shot and he went down and so I waded out there to drag him in. When on solid ground, I looked for an entry hole and exit hole but there were none. I looked in between his rack and there was a tiny crease with some hair gone. When I skinned him there was NO bullet hole in that buck. The bullet had knocked him out and he drowned. I had shot too high but he jumped just enough.
I shot and he went down and so I waded out there to drag him in. When on solid ground, I looked for an entry hole and exit hole but there were none. I looked in between his rack and there was a tiny crease with some hair gone. When I skinned him there was NO bullet hole in that buck. The bullet had knocked him out and he drowned. I had shot too high but he jumped just enough.