Got to the ranch about 2. 4ish I walked back of the cabin about 1/2 mile to watch an opening. Lots of trails and sign. Saw many smallbucks. Nothing I would shoot. About 5:40 I start easing back to the cabin. Watched same deer I saw earlier. Got between two motts about 15 yards apart. And now its getting dark. Look over scross opening toward the lane and hell. There’s a damn nilgai bull walking out in the open. I’m kinda in shadows so he ain’t on to me. Standing offhand I pit sights where I think they should go Boom, flop! DRT. I chamber another round and start pacing to the bull. 140 paces. 63 y o old azz eyes. Freezer meat. He went down like he was poleaxed. More in a minite. Gutting him wore me out. Gotta catch my breath. Skinning and quartering next.

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1895 mfg in 1915. .30 US Army ctg. 220 grain Hornady RN. I think 46 or 47 grains IMR 4064.

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Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester

"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

WS