My fiancé's son with his first deer...

50 yards, 139 Scenar at 2750 via his mom's .260 CTR. Hot was mid-ship back of both lungs, she made a 50 yard death sprintvthen piled up. Lungs were toast and the liver was literally ripped in half.

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Exit....

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You better pray to the God of Skinny Punks that this wind doesn't pick up......