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When I came home from Pa. totally skunked I was really down. I never even saw a deer, but on Wed. my fate took a turn for the better. My wife was talking to a friend of ours in Pa.that we ride horses with, and told her of my depression. About an hour later, her husband called me and invited me to hunt on their property in Pa. in Lancaster Co. They have a small farm there. So off I went on Thurs. morning ( it's nice being retired ). I was told to just sit in the run in shed in the back pasture and be patient. I was told that the shots would be close, so I took my little .444 Marlin carbine. In the late afternoon the does began jumping over the fence into the pasture. Finally a buck appeared and jumped the fence into the pasture. After a few minutes in the pasture he got edgy and turned to jump back over the fence. I caught him in mid air as he cleared the fence with a spine shot. ( 65yds.). I swear I saw his legs fold up at the crack of the gun. He never moved after he hit the ground.
That little Carbine with the aimpoint scope comes up on target better than most shotguns. And the .444 rd. with a 265gr. flat point bullet is a nasty combo.
His dressed weight was 140, and he had 7 pts. with a broken brow tine.
I got the feeling that this was a one time hunt, as a payback for the many favors that I had done for our friends. At any rate, it was a memorable experience.
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That little Carbine with the aimpoint scope comes up on target better than most shotguns. And the .444 rd. with a 265gr. flat point bullet is a nasty combo.
His dressed weight was 140, and he had 7 pts. with a broken brow tine.
I got the feeling that this was a one time hunt, as a payback for the many favors that I had done for our friends. At any rate, it was a memorable experience.
