I was about 15 years old, got a part time job at Goose Hill gun club, picking birds and setting trap at night. The club picked up a new 700 bdl 30-06. My dad came home and told me to grab my gun. Open sights. I sat on the back of his flat bed pickup and he drove me down the road and turned around. There were 2 deer in a field about 75 yards. One was a forked buck. Dad told me to shoot it in the neck. I did and it went down. I left the gun in the truck and went after the deer. It was running a head of me . It was in a field what they call milo. There was a lot of blood. I grabbed the deer by the horns and cut his throat. I had just grazed his throat. I learned a lot that day. I killed 4 deer with that gun, re barrel to 270 and sold it. Alan
