Ranch Dog
11-23-2011, 12:29 AM
Used the 1894FG along with my TLC411-255-RF to take a pretty good 5 1/2 year old 8 point about mid-morning.
http://www.ranchdogoutdoors.com/Hunting/2011/RD_1894FG_01.jpg
It is a bit of a tale but I wasn't even hunting at the time. I didn't go out this morning as I've been at this since the first weekend of the month and wanted to take my granddaughter to school. Mid-morning I had wandered in the house and was in a bathroom, taking a leaking, and watching out the window that looks out over my Upper food plot. Yeah, I know, I live in heaven! Anyway, I saw this fellow up there working a doe. It is a pretty good distance up to were they where, about 250-yards or better, and very open. The only way to get to him was to head the other direction and work a long way around. It was a little better than a mile. I was in a t-shirt and shorts because it has been in the low 80's but a cold front was beginning to move through and a light rain had started to fall. As I worked my way around I crossed a drainage that leads to my lake so my shoes got soaked. As I started to get closer to where I expected to meet up with the buck, my shoes were sloshing so bad that I removed them and pressed on barefoot so I wouldn't make any noise. There are a couple of guys here that know my country and know that it is not barefoot friendly but I had to do something to move quieter. As I moved closer, I laid down and crawled through the brush the last 25-yards to the edge of the food plot. When I peeped out through the grass, he was about 35-yards from me and quartering my way. I didn't particularly like the shot but figured it would be the only one that I would get so I tried to push the 255-grain chuck of lead through his shoulder and into his heart. I actually heard the flat point strike him at the shot as he turned towards me and headed to the brush line. I laid flat and listed but didn't hear a thing. I waited 5 minutes and then crawled back out and all the way around so that I would bugger him if the shot was bad.
It took so long that my wife had thought that I wandered off to do something else until she heard the shot. When I returned home, I told her the tale as I walked back into the bathroom to look up where the action took place. Looking out the window I could see the deer laying at the brush line, about 15-yards from where I had been laying!
http://www.ranchdogoutdoors.com/Hunting/2011/RD_1894FG_02.jpg
The bullet went into him and out the other side splitting his heart in half.
http://www.ranchdogoutdoors.com/Hunting/2011/RD_1894FG_01.jpg
It is a bit of a tale but I wasn't even hunting at the time. I didn't go out this morning as I've been at this since the first weekend of the month and wanted to take my granddaughter to school. Mid-morning I had wandered in the house and was in a bathroom, taking a leaking, and watching out the window that looks out over my Upper food plot. Yeah, I know, I live in heaven! Anyway, I saw this fellow up there working a doe. It is a pretty good distance up to were they where, about 250-yards or better, and very open. The only way to get to him was to head the other direction and work a long way around. It was a little better than a mile. I was in a t-shirt and shorts because it has been in the low 80's but a cold front was beginning to move through and a light rain had started to fall. As I worked my way around I crossed a drainage that leads to my lake so my shoes got soaked. As I started to get closer to where I expected to meet up with the buck, my shoes were sloshing so bad that I removed them and pressed on barefoot so I wouldn't make any noise. There are a couple of guys here that know my country and know that it is not barefoot friendly but I had to do something to move quieter. As I moved closer, I laid down and crawled through the brush the last 25-yards to the edge of the food plot. When I peeped out through the grass, he was about 35-yards from me and quartering my way. I didn't particularly like the shot but figured it would be the only one that I would get so I tried to push the 255-grain chuck of lead through his shoulder and into his heart. I actually heard the flat point strike him at the shot as he turned towards me and headed to the brush line. I laid flat and listed but didn't hear a thing. I waited 5 minutes and then crawled back out and all the way around so that I would bugger him if the shot was bad.
It took so long that my wife had thought that I wandered off to do something else until she heard the shot. When I returned home, I told her the tale as I walked back into the bathroom to look up where the action took place. Looking out the window I could see the deer laying at the brush line, about 15-yards from where I had been laying!
http://www.ranchdogoutdoors.com/Hunting/2011/RD_1894FG_02.jpg
The bullet went into him and out the other side splitting his heart in half.