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<blockquote data-quote="HoytemanPA" data-source="post: 40617" data-attributes="member: 286"><p>Story of my successful hunting this year. The very first day while sitting with my daughter a group of deer came into the area about 150 yards away. After a half hour of looking at the legs beneath the pines, I snuck over to a fallen tree about 30 yards to the side. No sooner had I gotten to the tree a nice 8 point came trotting down the hill. I rested the crosshairs on the boiler room, flipped off the safe on the meat virgin 270, was content that I could have bagged the beast and then decided that the final thrill would better be left to her. I looked over and my daughter was intent on inspecting her nails. After a few minutes of Pssts, pointing and holding finger horns on top of my hat, she noticed the buck. When she finally brought her trusty (two for two) 260 mountain rifle up to shoot, I peered back to where I had spotted the buck. It was now out of view for me. She wiggled around a few more minutes and then looked at me and as she did a shoulder shrug "Blam". It was not my daughter, but rather my mother a few hundred yards further up into the woods that had shot. The buck was pretty nice, 19 1/2 inch inside, pretty heavy rack. I was glad that my hesitation had made the day for two others. My daughter was really excited saying all I could see was a tail and big horns. My mom will surely be hunting a few more years. She is 65 and shoots a 7 mag. Anyway no deer but that was the first successful day. </p><p> </p><p> Mornings I stalked the ridges and valleys around toting the 270 looking for another "goodun" and spent a few of the late afternoons toting the 30-378 looking over the clearcut. Nothing to write home about till I met up with a hunting pard up on the hill one afternoon, we were both heading off the ridges down to the house. There wasn't much time left that day so we went over to a stand my dad in law made for his girls. We sat reminiscing about the good ole hunting/fishing days he and I once had....before I DO's, and laughed about the demise of the poor deer soul that would happen to come upon us. 80 yards of view, he with a 300 rum and me with a 30-378. About an hour went by before a very big doe popped up over the knoll in front of us. I told him to go ahead and plug his ears because she was big and I had more than one tag. He said wait a minute theres more. So six more doe, five nice, one runt one by one popped up over the bench, then a long pause. When the last big one had about 30 yards to go before disappearing into the woods, I once again told him to plug his ears. I was about to squeeze it off and he shook me. Wait!!! Theres the buck! One naked eye look told us both that he beat the 3 point rule by a healthy margin. Now this next portion is a bit childish but this is a dude that is kinda like a brother and the last thing I needed to hear for the next 20 years was how he beat me to the draw on "Hartford". I remembering uttering "Good luck, and you better drop him quick cuz I'm going for him too," or something to that effect. I was easing the crosshairs up the bucks body and !!!Bang!!! Dam it hurt. His muzzlebrake blast left my right ear ringing to beat the band. I didn't really much care though because the buck was still going! I cut back and to the right of him just as the buck was going up through the thicket and did a last ditch!!!Bang!!! myself. Geezus! he said. That hurts! My muzzle blast ringed his right ear. As we were tracking it we looked like two stooges. We had to stop and face each other to talk because when side by side one could hear and the other couldn't in the rung ear. Long story shorter we found him after a lengthy track job. 19 inch inside, 9 point. Not as great a rack as we had both thought but still enough for him to win the pot at the camp. Still no deer for me but another successful day.</p><p> </p><p> Later in the season I stopped in for coffee at the inlaws when one of the hunters there told me to come on out and fill a tag. That day I was toting my 300 rum, 6.5X20 Leo 1" with elevation turret installed by Premier Reticles, Harris bipod, Bushnell 1000, drop chart on the buttstock, etc. I looked the critter over and informed him that I was not shooting the little doe. "Oh you just can't hit it"....was the response. "Nope," I continued "I can't". "I can" another hunter boasted. "OK I'll watch" I said. I ranged it. 325, chipshot came to mind, but then I noticed some some small branches about 20 yards in front of the doe. The first shot from the 30-06/Simmons combo rang out, it ran up the hill a little and stopped, bang, then bang again, this time the shooter says, "I hit it" but farther up the hill it ran and once again stopped and looked at us. I ranged it again, 375 on the nose. Thinking maybe he did wing it, I offered, "Before it runs off and dies somewhere do you want me to try and finish it off for you?" "Yeah sure go ahead." was the reply. I got set up, prone, dialed in, and squeezed her off. To my amazement it took off across the hill 40 yards stopped and then tilted. Upon gutting the deer, the bullet took one rib going in, heart to shreds, three going out. He says, who do you think hit it? I said "You said you hit it, looks like a 30 cal hole, so must be you did." He then said "That's great!....Now um, where do I get one of those click things?" And so possibly the right path starts.</p><p> </p><p> It was getting near the end of the season when I met up with a friend on my way driving to a large clearcut. It was nestled between two ridges, about 1200 yards apart. He stopped me and said "There are deer all over there but you can't get close enough to them. I said "Where did you see them from?" "Cmon I'll show you". We drove to the top of the one ridge and sure enough 4 over there 2 up there 5 down in the thick stuff. "See" "If you are gonna try for one I'll spot for you, no way you will get one over there without walking em in." I picked out a big one in a small clearing a few yards further than a nice big pine tree. I made sure I could range the tree, yep 771 to the tree. Same 300 rum as before, dialed in the clicks for 775, got settled in the snow and adjusted the bipod until I was comfy. I noticed a touch of wind on my cheek. Past wind doping has shown me that a barely detectable wind at 820 has thrown me off almost 30 inches before. I don't have a wind meter, but soon will. Anyway as strange as it feels to do, I held the crosshairs right on its backside. I then glanced up at the level and down at the deer. I must have left go and got four breaths before I felt steady enough to ease into the trigger. "POW" Pulled out my earplugs turned around to him and said "So where did I hit?" to which he said "Man that sh_t was awesome....it dropped like a freakin stone." "I held on the back of its butt." "No way, Great shot, Hey we gotta come up here with some targets this summer, I gotta get one of those click things put on my Leopold, I can't believe the wind blew it that far, Man lets go get your deer!!" .....I finally got my deer and I think I might have a new long range hunting partner....I think he's hooked, poor guy.</p><p></p><p> To all who have provided the vast amount of information to make those last two paragraphs possible, much obliged.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="HoytemanPA, post: 40617, member: 286"] Story of my successful hunting this year. The very first day while sitting with my daughter a group of deer came into the area about 150 yards away. After a half hour of looking at the legs beneath the pines, I snuck over to a fallen tree about 30 yards to the side. No sooner had I gotten to the tree a nice 8 point came trotting down the hill. I rested the crosshairs on the boiler room, flipped off the safe on the meat virgin 270, was content that I could have bagged the beast and then decided that the final thrill would better be left to her. I looked over and my daughter was intent on inspecting her nails. After a few minutes of Pssts, pointing and holding finger horns on top of my hat, she noticed the buck. When she finally brought her trusty (two for two) 260 mountain rifle up to shoot, I peered back to where I had spotted the buck. It was now out of view for me. She wiggled around a few more minutes and then looked at me and as she did a shoulder shrug "Blam". It was not my daughter, but rather my mother a few hundred yards further up into the woods that had shot. The buck was pretty nice, 19 1/2 inch inside, pretty heavy rack. I was glad that my hesitation had made the day for two others. My daughter was really excited saying all I could see was a tail and big horns. My mom will surely be hunting a few more years. She is 65 and shoots a 7 mag. Anyway no deer but that was the first successful day. Mornings I stalked the ridges and valleys around toting the 270 looking for another "goodun" and spent a few of the late afternoons toting the 30-378 looking over the clearcut. Nothing to write home about till I met up with a hunting pard up on the hill one afternoon, we were both heading off the ridges down to the house. There wasn't much time left that day so we went over to a stand my dad in law made for his girls. We sat reminiscing about the good ole hunting/fishing days he and I once had....before I DO's, and laughed about the demise of the poor deer soul that would happen to come upon us. 80 yards of view, he with a 300 rum and me with a 30-378. About an hour went by before a very big doe popped up over the knoll in front of us. I told him to go ahead and plug his ears because she was big and I had more than one tag. He said wait a minute theres more. So six more doe, five nice, one runt one by one popped up over the bench, then a long pause. When the last big one had about 30 yards to go before disappearing into the woods, I once again told him to plug his ears. I was about to squeeze it off and he shook me. Wait!!! Theres the buck! One naked eye look told us both that he beat the 3 point rule by a healthy margin. Now this next portion is a bit childish but this is a dude that is kinda like a brother and the last thing I needed to hear for the next 20 years was how he beat me to the draw on "Hartford". I remembering uttering "Good luck, and you better drop him quick cuz I'm going for him too," or something to that effect. I was easing the crosshairs up the bucks body and !!!Bang!!! Dam it hurt. His muzzlebrake blast left my right ear ringing to beat the band. I didn't really much care though because the buck was still going! I cut back and to the right of him just as the buck was going up through the thicket and did a last ditch!!!Bang!!! myself. Geezus! he said. That hurts! My muzzle blast ringed his right ear. As we were tracking it we looked like two stooges. We had to stop and face each other to talk because when side by side one could hear and the other couldn't in the rung ear. Long story shorter we found him after a lengthy track job. 19 inch inside, 9 point. Not as great a rack as we had both thought but still enough for him to win the pot at the camp. Still no deer for me but another successful day. Later in the season I stopped in for coffee at the inlaws when one of the hunters there told me to come on out and fill a tag. That day I was toting my 300 rum, 6.5X20 Leo 1" with elevation turret installed by Premier Reticles, Harris bipod, Bushnell 1000, drop chart on the buttstock, etc. I looked the critter over and informed him that I was not shooting the little doe. "Oh you just can't hit it"....was the response. "Nope," I continued "I can't". "I can" another hunter boasted. "OK I'll watch" I said. I ranged it. 325, chipshot came to mind, but then I noticed some some small branches about 20 yards in front of the doe. The first shot from the 30-06/Simmons combo rang out, it ran up the hill a little and stopped, bang, then bang again, this time the shooter says, "I hit it" but farther up the hill it ran and once again stopped and looked at us. I ranged it again, 375 on the nose. Thinking maybe he did wing it, I offered, "Before it runs off and dies somewhere do you want me to try and finish it off for you?" "Yeah sure go ahead." was the reply. I got set up, prone, dialed in, and squeezed her off. To my amazement it took off across the hill 40 yards stopped and then tilted. Upon gutting the deer, the bullet took one rib going in, heart to shreds, three going out. He says, who do you think hit it? I said "You said you hit it, looks like a 30 cal hole, so must be you did." He then said "That's great!....Now um, where do I get one of those click things?" And so possibly the right path starts. It was getting near the end of the season when I met up with a friend on my way driving to a large clearcut. It was nestled between two ridges, about 1200 yards apart. He stopped me and said "There are deer all over there but you can't get close enough to them. I said "Where did you see them from?" "Cmon I'll show you". We drove to the top of the one ridge and sure enough 4 over there 2 up there 5 down in the thick stuff. "See" "If you are gonna try for one I'll spot for you, no way you will get one over there without walking em in." I picked out a big one in a small clearing a few yards further than a nice big pine tree. I made sure I could range the tree, yep 771 to the tree. Same 300 rum as before, dialed in the clicks for 775, got settled in the snow and adjusted the bipod until I was comfy. I noticed a touch of wind on my cheek. Past wind doping has shown me that a barely detectable wind at 820 has thrown me off almost 30 inches before. I don't have a wind meter, but soon will. Anyway as strange as it feels to do, I held the crosshairs right on its backside. I then glanced up at the level and down at the deer. I must have left go and got four breaths before I felt steady enough to ease into the trigger. "POW" Pulled out my earplugs turned around to him and said "So where did I hit?" to which he said "Man that sh_t was awesome....it dropped like a freakin stone." "I held on the back of its butt." "No way, Great shot, Hey we gotta come up here with some targets this summer, I gotta get one of those click things put on my Leopold, I can't believe the wind blew it that far, Man lets go get your deer!!" .....I finally got my deer and I think I might have a new long range hunting partner....I think he's hooked, poor guy. To all who have provided the vast amount of information to make those last two paragraphs possible, much obliged. [/QUOTE]
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