My Dad always got a kick out of telling people about my first buck. I was probably about 10, or so and Dad built two deer stands, basically a few 2x4 nailed in the crotch of a tree to sit on. We were about 40-50’ apart. He had just given me a new Marlin 30-30 to replace my H&R .410 that I’d been carrying for a few years. just after sunrise, a young 4 point came strolling thru with his nose to the ground. He was about 10 yards from me. I punched him prettty close behind the shoulder, and he went down. Dad hollered good job! The buck started kicking so I shot him again. Still kicking, but laying on the ground, i shot him again!
Dad finally hollers “ That’s good, stop shootin”. He then added, “if that buck had been able to get up, he would have been swaybacked carrying all that lead”. Lol
Sure miss my Dad.
Dad finally hollers “ That’s good, stop shootin”. He then added, “if that buck had been able to get up, he would have been swaybacked carrying all that lead”. Lol
Sure miss my Dad.
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