The weather here has really raised havoc on our deer season. So hot that the deer just bed up all day. I managed to get me one though. I went to put some corn out at my friends property and on the ride back to my house I spotted a 7pt. buck crossing my favorite trout stream 1/4 mile from my home. I pulled my truck to the side of the road, grabbed my rifle and one bullet, and walked back upstream to where I saw him last. Then, 75yds. up the side of a steep ridge I caught him sneakin' through the laurels. At the shot he tumbled back down about 50 yds. Knowing that I would need help getting him out, I called my buddy for help. He was there in 20 min. We got to where the buck lay behind a huge boulder and found him laying there with his head up. The bullet had struck him in the left eye and exited the right side of his snout. I shot it in the head with my .38 spl. to end it's suffering. But when I picked up his head to get a better look at his antlers, he jumped to his feet, taking me with him. We tumbled over some boulders and some how I kicked free of him. By the look on my friends face I thought I was hurt really bad. He said it looked like me and that 'ol boy' were doin' the Texas Two Step. When I gained my composure and looked, the deer was laying ten feet away, head up. Again I drew my pistol and shot him behind the head. It scared the livin' @#$# out of me. I felt so bad for that deer to have to die this way. It made me not want to hunt anymore. I still see it all over again in my sleep. Like flashbacks. I don't need any more of those.
The bright side is that two of my buds gave me a deer they shot. So my freezer is full and I'm kickin' back and waitin' fer trout season.
You do have a knack for being in the right place at the right time.
That buck coming back to life and giving you the ride for your life gives credence to poking him with a stick first before throwing a saddle on him. Glad you didn't get hurt.