Silvercreek Farmer
11-30-2013, 10:24 PM
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I was hunting for the second year on a friend's 8 acre hayfield. 3rd trip out this season, saw nothing the first two morning trips, so decided to give the evening a try. Around 5:30 I hear noise then see a doe jump the fence into the field. I get on the rifle but the shot was over 200 yards and the doe was facing me head on. It was a perfect shot for my friend but he didn't take it, later he told me he wanted me to have the first shot and held off hoping the deer would come in closer. She did come closer, but I was still expecting him to take the shot so I held off. At this point she started moving away so I decided it was now or never. I followed along as she trotted across the field and when she stopped I let fly with a 170 grain Lee cast out of COWW and pushed along with 21 grains of 2400 out of my Weatherby Vanguard 30-06. She ran and I followed along through the scope. As I did, I noticed another doe in the field, but wanted to make sure the first didn't need a follow-up. I could see a red spray coming out of the first doe as she ran so I figured I was good there. I got back on the second doe and let fly. DRT. Both shots were in the 150 yard range. The first doe got it through both lungs and ran 75 yards or so and the the second was hit in the spine quartering away and the boolit exited towards the front of the shoulder. My friend later told me he never even saw the second doe because he was tracking a spike buck following the does, but never was able to get a shot at it. As expected, the boolits did their job just fine. Spent last night working them up to the howls and yips of coyotes. Got one in the fridge and the other was skin and hung high until I could I could finish it up this morning. Be before I did, I kicked off the day with a little backstrap and venison gravy biscuits. Not sure if it was the coyotes or dogs, but the pile of legs I left laying was cleaned up by this morning. I would have been grateful to get one deer, and never even really considered the possibility of getting two. What an incredible evening!
I was hunting for the second year on a friend's 8 acre hayfield. 3rd trip out this season, saw nothing the first two morning trips, so decided to give the evening a try. Around 5:30 I hear noise then see a doe jump the fence into the field. I get on the rifle but the shot was over 200 yards and the doe was facing me head on. It was a perfect shot for my friend but he didn't take it, later he told me he wanted me to have the first shot and held off hoping the deer would come in closer. She did come closer, but I was still expecting him to take the shot so I held off. At this point she started moving away so I decided it was now or never. I followed along as she trotted across the field and when she stopped I let fly with a 170 grain Lee cast out of COWW and pushed along with 21 grains of 2400 out of my Weatherby Vanguard 30-06. She ran and I followed along through the scope. As I did, I noticed another doe in the field, but wanted to make sure the first didn't need a follow-up. I could see a red spray coming out of the first doe as she ran so I figured I was good there. I got back on the second doe and let fly. DRT. Both shots were in the 150 yard range. The first doe got it through both lungs and ran 75 yards or so and the the second was hit in the spine quartering away and the boolit exited towards the front of the shoulder. My friend later told me he never even saw the second doe because he was tracking a spike buck following the does, but never was able to get a shot at it. As expected, the boolits did their job just fine. Spent last night working them up to the howls and yips of coyotes. Got one in the fridge and the other was skin and hung high until I could I could finish it up this morning. Be before I did, I kicked off the day with a little backstrap and venison gravy biscuits. Not sure if it was the coyotes or dogs, but the pile of legs I left laying was cleaned up by this morning. I would have been grateful to get one deer, and never even really considered the possibility of getting two. What an incredible evening!