Well, 303 deer is in the books and the Slam is complete. Two years ago I got a doe with the 250 for the WV opener, then a spike with the 300 a couple days later. Got skunked in MD. Last year I got the pretty 8 point WV mountain deer with the 22HP. I got on stand at 2 oclock today for the last day of MD fire arm season. I'd like to tell you how I shot him in the neck at 300 yards with the 303 F, Lightfoot mount, and Weaver K4, but the truth is a much better story. Sunset was 4:46 and last legal shooting light was 5:16. About 4:26 a string of deer came out at the far side of the field, right at 300 yards. Counted 10 of them, and the biggest stayed back, under the trees, where I couldn't see his head. Then I saw little white sticks moving in the tree branches, but the wind wasn't blowing, it was a buck. They were just grazing and milling around. He finally walked out and I could see he was more than a spike. He turned broadside and I figured this might be my only shot, so I benched the rifle on the arm rest, and tried to put the cross hairs on his shoulder. The cross hairs were so big they covered the front half of his body, but I squeezed. The whole herd busted and ran, of all things, right straight at me. They stopped at about 250 and started grazing again. He turned broadside again and I could see a little of his body in the scope, so I squeezed again. The whole herd busted and ran right straight at me again, stopped and went back to grazing, that was bout 200 yards. He stood broadside again and I shot the third time, and they ran straight at me, and stopped at about 80-100 yards, and went back to grazing. He was looking in my direction, straight on. He'd get a mouth full of grass and look up chewing. By then I had the shakes so bad I could hardly see through the scope. But, now I had a perfect sight picture, put the cross hairs on his neck, bang, he ran to the right, the doe to the left. Trying to give him some time to pile up, and let myself calm down, I sent a few texts. It seemed like I was shooting at him for an hour, but from 4:26 till my first text was 4:44. I got out of my tree stand and went looking for blood, it was getting dark, and it had been raining most of the day, and I saw no blood. Still trying to calm down I stopped took a breath and looked over the stone wall, and there he was. Might have run 10 yards. Didn't see a drop of blood on the trail. Sorry for the long story. But, I kind of feel sorry for him, It's like I've known him since he was just a tiny deer at the far side of a field, till he was a nice deer in the middle of the field with a bunch of doe, till he was a nice mature buck. Kind of like I shot an old pet.
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