I posted a thread this morning about using my Grandad's rifle this season and how I was going to shoot a deer with his rifle and with his reloads. Well she was 80 yards away. Not the most perfect shot I've ever made, I'm sure a little excitement played a part in that. I bullseyed her liver but she only ran 30 yards and piled up. I knelt down over her, petted her and said a little prayer while thinking of ol' PawPaw.
Here she is. And the rifle.
Here she is. And the rifle.
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