Well, I made it out. Carried Dad's 760 '06. About 10am after a missed opportunity at a decent racked buck earlier, I took a nice little 8 pt with one of my better/more challenging shots I've ever taken. 165gr Sierra loaded by Dad flopped him over. Gun was deep cleaned, rubbed down with preservation wax, the other 19 shells in the box were taped shut until my 5 y/o is big enough to use "PawPaw's" gun. I shed a bunch of tears, but they felt good
That's great, hope it continues to help you heal.
