Yes much akin to lawn grass clippings getting pretty warm in a heap.
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The 3/4 grown hind appeared running down a bush gully, the two dogs were free running and took her downhill to a small dam to where she sought sanctuary. I followed at my speed and noted that in an attempt to throw the pursuers she ran through a blackberry bush the size and height of a single car garage. I had a good look at it on my return journey and marvelled at the tunnel created, it was testimony to the immense strength of these deer.
Perhaps 700-800 yards after the initial sighting I came upon the dam with the hind swimming with the dogs swimming after with not much hope of catching her.
I lifted the 7mm and took the shot and she promptly sunk. I stripped off and walked out in an attempt to find her and as it had been a drought-ish summer there was a layer of green slime and floating roo, wombat and even sheep schitt that had been washed in from a quick flash summer storm.
When I reached chin depth without feeling the carcase I gave up not wanting to step into a hole and getting my gob under the filthy water.
'**** this' I lamented and then went and found a 20' long dry spar that had fallen and used it in an attempt to locate the deer. All of this was to no avail and I sat on the bank of the dam wtf-ing!
Then all of a sudden the 'thing' popped up to the surface akin to holding a beach ball under water in a pool then releasing it.
She came up with such a rush and appeared from a quite water surface that the two dogs jumped in fright as they had been laying quietly recovering after the chase and swim.
It was only then that I remembered the words of an old mentor when I was starting my sambar journey.
He had when it was legal an area above a very large lake that he hunted regularly with his hounds and the pursued deer often took to the lake as a getaway, at times swimming across lake arms of half a mile or more. Old mate had a man or two in a boat to cut off swimming deer or he did the boat run himself.
He said "mark my words Johnny, a deer shot in the water when swimming sinks like a stone and you just have to wait and it takes 20 minutes exactly and they pop up like a balloon, its not 18 minutes, its not 22 minutes its 20 ****ing minutes and I have seen it time and again"
As it was on the day outlined above it was 20 minutes when she hit the surface.
Then the work of taking the deer piece by piece uphill through bush to the ute started...ah to be young again.
Same lake early 80`s. A stalked stag in two halves.
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