Late January a few years back I missed a buck that I’d been after all season standing broadside at 100 yards. He runs about 30 yards away and stops behind a big oak tree. All I can see is his neck and head, and being that I was already really angry at myself for blowing my one chance, I said “**** it” and sent another one. I hit him right where I was aiming and he dropped dead in his tracks.
My other best/luckiest shot was a hog I shot free-handed at 160 yards. Dropped her stone dead too.
My other best/luckiest shot was a hog I shot free-handed at 160 yards. Dropped her stone dead too.
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