Thanks, fellas. Just got in from the deer woods, via the butcher shop.
Brother, it's cold out there! At a little after 8AM a fine little dink presented herself quartering toward me. At 25 yards I punched a .45 round ball propelled by 60gr. FFFg into the base of the neck, bang-flop. Too much snow to try out my new game cart, but the snow made the drag easy. (The fact that she only weighs around 80 pounds helped too!) Besides I was only 150 yds. from the truck. The biggest problem was getting her up into the Jimmy by myself. And to think I was on the verge of saying "to heck with it, I'm freezing". Tried to talk the GF into getting up and going along, but she looked at me like I had two heads.
I would post a pic, but I plumb forgot to take one. Anyway, "we all know what one looks like".
I always forget something. This time it was the latex gloves. Got some strange looks from the teeny-bopper attendant at the Sheetz store when I handed her money with blood encrusted hands!
Funny thing, in the 19 years since I built the rifle, this gun has killed more deer than any of my centerfires.