Finally got a chance to go deer hunting yesterday, well it was more like deer killing than actually hunting. I was going up the tree in my climber, half way up, I hear something crashing through the clear-cut, and there is a small buck chasing a doe, normally my gun would be on the ground with the strap retriever attached, but I forgot to bring it, so as luck would have it, the Patriot was slung across my chest.
I am hunting with a buddy on a small tract of land, and my buddy told me "we are not trophy hunting, if it's brown, it's down", okey dokey.
I chambered a round, got on him, and whistled to stop him, no response, still trotting after the doe, then I yelled, still trotting. It was a pretty good poke across the clear-cut on a running deer, I had guessed 200 yards, so I got the cross-hairs on his chest then moved it forward to the front edge of his throat to compensate for him trotting, squeezed the trigger. He dropped like a wet rag.
The doe ran another thirty or forty yards, stopped and looked back to see what happened to her boyfriend, ( it is always the second look that gets you in trouble) that was her last mistake, poked a hole through her lungs. She ran off and crashed, I am sitting there all proud of myself thinking "that was easy", and look over to where the buck dropped, and dang if he ain't up and walking away. I decided I had better anchor him, and poked a hole in his lungs.
My first shot on the buck hit him right where I was aiming, front edge of his throat, almost missed him. It must have stunned him, because he should not have dropped like he did from that shot, but I learned long ago that the only thing predictable about shooting animals, is they are unpredictable.
After the excitement, I ranged both shots, 217 yards on the buck, and 242 yards on the doe.
The 100 gr partition performed perfectly out of my 6.5PCC. Great golf ball sized exit wounds, good blood trail, completely destroyed the lungs and hearts.
They are gonna eat good.
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I am hunting with a buddy on a small tract of land, and my buddy told me "we are not trophy hunting, if it's brown, it's down", okey dokey.
I chambered a round, got on him, and whistled to stop him, no response, still trotting after the doe, then I yelled, still trotting. It was a pretty good poke across the clear-cut on a running deer, I had guessed 200 yards, so I got the cross-hairs on his chest then moved it forward to the front edge of his throat to compensate for him trotting, squeezed the trigger. He dropped like a wet rag.
The doe ran another thirty or forty yards, stopped and looked back to see what happened to her boyfriend, ( it is always the second look that gets you in trouble) that was her last mistake, poked a hole through her lungs. She ran off and crashed, I am sitting there all proud of myself thinking "that was easy", and look over to where the buck dropped, and dang if he ain't up and walking away. I decided I had better anchor him, and poked a hole in his lungs.
My first shot on the buck hit him right where I was aiming, front edge of his throat, almost missed him. It must have stunned him, because he should not have dropped like he did from that shot, but I learned long ago that the only thing predictable about shooting animals, is they are unpredictable.
After the excitement, I ranged both shots, 217 yards on the buck, and 242 yards on the doe.
The 100 gr partition performed perfectly out of my 6.5PCC. Great golf ball sized exit wounds, good blood trail, completely destroyed the lungs and hearts.
They are gonna eat good.