It's funny to think what kind of chit goes thru ones head just before taking the shot. Last year I took my cow and there were about 20 others there to pick from. They were traveling single file away from the road and truck. I parralleled them for a while (unnoticed) so I could find a good shooting lane. Scrub oak was too thick when I first heard them and then moved in to where I could see them. They were moving single file about 80-90 yards away and I pulled the rifle up to pick the fattest juciest looking one. I didn't want to take the lead cow, watched about 8 head go by and told myself I needed to pick a good one before they were all gone
...Sometimes hesitation will get you an empty plate: Knowing that, I pulled the trigger on this one (which looked pretty tasty to me
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The 9.3x62mm did an exceptional job on her...