Real close, powder burns on the neck. A little spike buck came down the hill across from, I was sitting on a stump by a creek bed. He dropped down in the creek bed out of sight, and I thought, if he comes up on this side I'll shoot, if he comes up over there he gets a pass. While I was still processing the thought, he popped up over the edge of the bank right in front of me, don't remember looking through the scope, I might have just pointed and pulled. Hit him in the neck with the 250. I swore his eyes got as big as a cartoon critter, or it may have been my eyes, he was close, Joe.
