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<blockquote data-quote="ctw" data-source="post: 1417408" data-attributes="member: 89671"><p>I was 14 years old and it was the 2nd week of buck season in pa. I would get off the school bus at about 4:00 pm throw on my hunting clothes and head for this spot in the woods on our family farm and sit watching what looked like a decent deer trail. The rifle I was using was a trusted old savage 340 chambered in the .30-.30 win. with open sights. I hadn't been there no more than a 1/2 hour when I saw this 6 pt. appear in the corner of my eye off to my left walking along no more than 35 yards away. I waited for his head to get on the other side of a tree before I raised my rifle up to shoot so as for him to not see me. I took deliberate aim and fired my first shot only to see the buck continue on his way walking along still unaware of my presence. At that point all I thought was that I had missed and I was going to get a second opportunity. I shot a third time then a fourth time only to see him walk off out of sight. I frantically looked for blood but saw none. I knew I had to have hit him. I ran back to the farm house and told my dad about the event. We had about 20 minutes of day light left before it would turn to dark. My dad and I headed up in the woods to see if he could help me spot some blood so that we might be able to find the buck. We looked for awhile to only come up empty handed. Dad wanted to know where I was standing when I took my shots to get a better perspective of the angle that I was shooting from. As we approached where I was standing my dad saw some .30-.30 cartridges laying on the ground and wanted to know if I had dropped them out of my pocket. I told him no as I always had the clip loaded with 4 rounds ready for me every night so all I had to do was put the clip in and head out. I assured him that I carried no other shells. He surmised that I had to have ejected them with out ever firing a one of them. He told me it looked like I must have gotten a case of buck fever. Believe me when I tell you that I swear that I heard every shot go off. The evidence was hard to repute. To this day that haunts me yet. So here is another one to add to the thread. ctw</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ctw, post: 1417408, member: 89671"] I was 14 years old and it was the 2nd week of buck season in pa. I would get off the school bus at about 4:00 pm throw on my hunting clothes and head for this spot in the woods on our family farm and sit watching what looked like a decent deer trail. The rifle I was using was a trusted old savage 340 chambered in the .30-.30 win. with open sights. I hadn't been there no more than a 1/2 hour when I saw this 6 pt. appear in the corner of my eye off to my left walking along no more than 35 yards away. I waited for his head to get on the other side of a tree before I raised my rifle up to shoot so as for him to not see me. I took deliberate aim and fired my first shot only to see the buck continue on his way walking along still unaware of my presence. At that point all I thought was that I had missed and I was going to get a second opportunity. I shot a third time then a fourth time only to see him walk off out of sight. I frantically looked for blood but saw none. I knew I had to have hit him. I ran back to the farm house and told my dad about the event. We had about 20 minutes of day light left before it would turn to dark. My dad and I headed up in the woods to see if he could help me spot some blood so that we might be able to find the buck. We looked for awhile to only come up empty handed. Dad wanted to know where I was standing when I took my shots to get a better perspective of the angle that I was shooting from. As we approached where I was standing my dad saw some .30-.30 cartridges laying on the ground and wanted to know if I had dropped them out of my pocket. I told him no as I always had the clip loaded with 4 rounds ready for me every night so all I had to do was put the clip in and head out. I assured him that I carried no other shells. He surmised that I had to have ejected them with out ever firing a one of them. He told me it looked like I must have gotten a case of buck fever. Believe me when I tell you that I swear that I heard every shot go off. The evidence was hard to repute. To this day that haunts me yet. So here is another one to add to the thread. ctw [/QUOTE]
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