My buddy, Bob, died this past winter. He was an outdoor writer and magazine editor.

Out of estate I managed to snag a minty Ruger Model 44, and swore I'd put it to good use. Bob would have been proud. I nailed a buck with it last night-- 80 yards, perfect shot, took out both lungs and the top of the heart. The only down side is that this is the first season in almost 40 years that I haven't been able to call Bob to tell him.

Anyhow, I thought I'd at least let y'all know.

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Downside: I took the shot at 1718 last night with about 30 minutes of legal hunting left. The buck ran down into a ravine, and we didn't get the carcass out until about 1100 today. I tried going down there with an ATV, and . . . it was quite an adventure.

More later. I'm due to go back out to fill a doe tag.


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