Sat five hours this evening, didn’t see anything till last five minutes of shooting light. Look out the west window of shooting house, there stands big ole doe at about fifteen yards, broadside. I’m looking for another batch of link sausage, so ok. I raise rifle, gonna scope head to try and avoid shooting a spike, and she flat out busted me. Thought I was hid in dark shooting house, but think that last little bit of orange filtering through the trees glinted off rifle barrel. Anyway, BUSTED. She takes off straight away from me, flipping that white tail. I could have put one up the tailpipe easy, no doubt the rifle was up to it, three hundred mag with hundred-eighty grain. But nah, not in mood to clean a gut busted deer tonight. After she hit the woods, started blowing and blew twenty five times if a one. Started thinking I SHOULD have popped your smart butt. Oh well, still a lot of season left, and guess it’s ok for them to win one occasionally ;)
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