Sun, Jul 22nd, 2018
By HSP Member, David
The first picture was taken through a window screen. Gives a good idea of what I saw through the scope at 230 yards as he trotted broadside to me through a semi-wooded pasture area. I whistled once. He stopped for a couple seconds in heavy brush. No shot. He started again with nose to ground trailing a doe. I whistled again. This time he stopped with his shoulder right behind a big tree. No shot. He started again. He was in full rut...full of steam. My last chance was now. I whistled loudly a third time. He stopped again, in the clear this time. He looked toward me and I saw his spread, "well wider than his ears." Horn mass looked good even at that distance. "Hey, he looked really nice!" But is he Boone & Crockett quality? "MAYBE!" I had just a second to decide! The old Weaver 4x crosshairs were perfectly placed. Uncle Jim's 1950 vintage Winchester Model 70...270 solidly rested on a strand of barbed wire as I sat on the ground. The moment of truth was here. Instinct took over.
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