Bays and I went hunting one freezing morning during gun season. He went on one side of the hill and I went on the other. A couple hours into it I saw a deer walking down an old road. I was sitting on the ground, so I tried to spin around a little to the right to get a better aim on him. He saw me moving and stopped facing me to check me out. I couldn't get a broadside shot on him. When he lifted his head up above the rest of his body I poked a 7mm hole through the top of his neck. When I recovered from the recoil, he was gone. I waited a bit and headed over the hill to get Bays. We started walking down the road to where the deer was standing to try to find the beginning of the blood trail. As we got over the hill I realized that he had dropped in his tracks. There was just a little berm between us so I couldn't see him. When I got to him I saw what the 7 mag did. It was a pencil in and a softball out. It still amazes me how much I learn from every hunting trip I take.
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