Posted August 25, 2015 1:54 pm by Comments

By gunwriter I was a just a lad at the time. I’d taken some squirrels and ground hogs. I’d even shot a few coons. I’d never been deer hunting. I rode into town with Dad. He was going to buy his first deer rifle. Up until that time he’d either borrowed a rifle or used his model 12, 16 gauge shotgun. It was a big deal. I’m sure of this because just a few years ago I found the sales receipt he’d saved for almost 40 years. We walked out of the hardware store with a Winchester model 100 chambered for the .243 Winchester. That year at deer camp an uncle tried to school Dad in cartridge wisdom by extolling the virtues of his .30-06. Him and Dad had both served in the military. Dad had shot at the enemy and they had shot him. My uncle’s exposure to small arms fire had been limited to the range. What I’m saying is, there was some separation with regard to their experiences. A few days later the uncle drug in a deer that can only be described as being shot all to hell. It was missing chucks of flesh and hide from multiple …read more

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