Here's my latest hunting story. Hunting over in East Mount Emily unit 2 seasons ago. Day 2,
we walk out of camp up a gravel road leading to the backcountry. About 5 minutes later, we come to
a small clearing and Dwayne, my partner, spots a deer. A couple more steps, and now we see 2
more deer looking at our direction at approximatey 125 yards. Since it's starting to get light, I pull
up the binoculars. Uh oh, the middle deer has forked antlers. Dwayne says to me, I don't see any
antlers, which deer? I was so excited, I said I see forked antlers and I am going to shoot it.
Dewayne says "Are you sure?" . "Yes" I replied. Dwayne says "I still don't see any antlers".
While we are having this debate, the deer are still looking over in our directions and havn't moved
a muscle. Ok, I am sure I see a small set of anters on deer #2. Bypod down, prone position,
put your fingers in your ears and watch, BOOM. I look up and only see 2 deer are standing.
Whoopeee!
Venison in the freezer!
Now I've spend a fair amount of time working up 30.06 loads, finally settling on 56gr of H380 and
150gr Nosler BT. Now I want to see some bullet performance. We walk out and Dwayne finds the
deer. It has a tiny red spot in it's upper chest. I turn the deer over and there is any equally
tiny exit hole. The bullet went right thru the deer's spine which is good but I was aiming 5
inches lower
No bullet expansion whatsoever.
A sniper I am not but, WTH, I got a good kill. Get out the beer and start chuging
Spambo