My old hunting buddy had a similar incident back when we were hunting in GA. He shot the deer and it fell down an embankment. It looked dead, so he took a length of rope and slid down the embankment on his butt, with intentions of hooking onto the antlers and when we arrived to help, we would pull the deer back up, out of the bottom of the gully.
Well, he slid down the embankment and just as he stood up and dusted off his pants, he looked up, and one VERY PISSED OFF buck was standing there facing him. The buck charged him (he's not a big guy) and he luckily grabbed the deer by it's rack, but it pushed him back against the embankment. Somehow, in the melee he managed to prevent the buck from goring him as it attacked him. He didn't have a gun with him, nor a knife. During all of this we heard him screaming and cussing all through the woods. By the time we got to him and the deer, it looked like a massacre had occurred down in that gully. He was covered in blood, as was the buck.
My buddy was standing there, over the buck ( which was still twitching) with a large rock in his hands, covered in blood. We yelled down to him and asked if he was okay, and had he been gored by the buck. He said that he had checked to see if the blood was his, or the buck's, and it appeared the blood was from the buck, as he had only found his hands a bit cut up. The deer, had nearly the entire left side of it's head caved in, and it's left eye, hanging out of what was left of it's eye socket.
We helped drag our buddy up out of the gully, then did the same with the deer. It was truly a gruesome sight. It was a nice 8 pt but the head was so mangled from being bashed by the rock, our buddy, ended up mounting just the rack, for his memories. He said that the best he could figure out was that he had taken a neck shot, but must have hit it at the back of the skull and instead of killing the deer, it was knocked out from the shock, and from falling down into the gully. And, when it woke up,and saw my buddy standing only a few feet from it, it was PO'd and attacked.
When it was all over, and we stopped laughing about it, we learned an important lesson. NEVER go after a downed deer, without your firearm, and a good knife. When shot, they get a bit angry...
Every time I talk to my old buddy, I have to remind him, that I still get a laugh out of his foible, and he reminds me, of what I can do with that memory
