Y’all want a story about how it started with a rifle and ended with a pistol? OK.
I was sitting in my spot 61 yds up hill from my intended target area.
I hear a repetitive sound coming closer from behind and I ask myself, “why does it sound like a horse coming down the road?”. From the corner of my eye I see a deer and antlers. Hoping he keeps on walking doesn’t work and he takes off running down the road. I’m sitting in a nice camp chair with a heavy sleeping bag over me to keep me warm.
I shoulder the rifle and find a piece of a scared running deer in the scope and start shooting. He drops, and tried to keep moving. I try to jump up and move in not thinking about this sleeping bag wrapped around me. I slip. Catch my self from falling with a loaded rifle off safe. I get some form of balance, aim to fire, click. WHAAAAT? Tap-Rack-aim, BOOM, he’s hit again and still trying to flee for his life.
I get past the limbs on the ground in the front of me and find him still trying to move. What goes through my mind? “SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE!” It’s been a running gag on Facebook for four days that the first buck that steps out of the tree line, I’m going to, “SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE!”
I don’t know why he can’t get up but I assume I got him in the hindquarters because it’s happened to me before. So I decide that since I’m carrying my G29 with aforementioned ammo, I’m going to finish him off with one because I’m interested in seeing what all kinds of rounds do to all kinds of game. Instead of the face, I aim for the neck. The shock that ran through his body, air escaping and the way his neck contorted told me it was over.
He perished quickly 20-30yds from my seated position.
After catching my breath and collecting myself for a moment, I get reholstered, rifle on safe, and walk up in him to get pics and tag him. I find out why he initially dropped. He got what’s known as a Presidential Wound.
Feeling great about taking Brandon’s advice, I check my phone and it’s blowing up with texts. “You killin?” Yup. Shot the fart.
It was a hard pack out to the truck.
The homies helped me with gutting and put him the back of my truck for me. I’ve been having some back issues, bulged disc, stenosis, sciatica, for over a month and I couldn’t make the last drag back into the road and into the truck. I had initially dragged him out for my grip and grin, but dragged him back in for the gutting.
We want the guts well off the road on this property. So I pickup the pile, moved in some more and tossed them. My mounted Rigid Industries lights did their job to light the scene.
And that’s why I don’t carry 9mm.
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