Today was the last day of Montana's deer season and I had been too busy to think about deer all Fall, but, my wife loves venison and I love having a wife who loves venison, so with two hours left in the season I grabbed a relic from the safe, jumped the cowdog up onto the back of the feedtruck and drove into the hills. It took an hour to find a buck silhouetted against the sunset, so I parked, made a short sneak and found myself looking down at two bucks and a doe. Though they were in a tough spot to get to and it was getting dark, I looked down through the iron sights and dropped the smaller buck. One shot from a Model 94 25-35 that had not been fired in 25 years. This was the rifle I packed when my dad and I hunted together. Often it was horseback. Sometimes it was in the old '49GMC or the '64 Chevy. He always had his old .30-30 in the paper-thin leather scabbard and I had this .25-35. My wife has her venison now and I have new memories. Unfortunately, I did not take my camera, but I hope you get the picture.

Thanks for sharing the details of your hunt. The story is better than any pictures.

Awesome way to honor the time you hunted with your dad, and keep your wife happy with fresh venison. thanks for sharing it with us!!!

Yep, got the picture!
Congrats.

Well done... Love the 25-35.

About 20 years ago, my dad had to quit hunting and he gave me his old Rem 721 30-06. He'd bought it when I was about 3 or 4. A couple years later, I used it to kill a moose. He was pleased to no end about that.