My Dad passed away right before Thanksgiving. He was a great man who taught me about Jesus. I had his old 30-30 and took to the woods. I’m not nearly as mad at the deer these days but holding that old gun just seemed right and when this ole gal showed up it was nostalgic. She ran about 30 yards and died in sight. Spent the rest of the morning watching several other doe and a decent 8 and just enjoyed the morning. I don’t know if old lever guns are that cool or if I was just missing Dad but it was a great hunt.
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