After seeing about 30 deer and no great bucks, I decided to shoot doe for the pot. 15 minutes after sundown his two year old came in from the west at about 230 yards with four others and a half dozen spring deer. They kept herding up, but moving closer. With fading light, this one stepped out and eyed the treeline where I was hidden. It was a 130 yard shot across the hayfield, quartering in and I held on the near shoulder hoping to miss the guts.
She rolled at the shot, got up and stumbled 20 yards before piling up. The bullet exited halfway down the ribcage on the off side and what looked like a half gallon of blood sprayed along the hayfield. It wasn’t a spectacular kill but the 200 grain Sierra took all the plumbing off the top of the heart.
Rifle is a 1955 Ballard rifled Texan in 35 Remington. I can never get my damn photos to upload here, so I'll just link it.
https://www.thesixgunjournal.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/20211206_170338-1.jpg
