It’s days like this that remind me why I think still hunting is such a hoot.
About mid-morning on Saturday I was working my way through the timber when I came across what appeared to be a fresh scrape. Thinking there was nothing to lose, I blew a couple of doe bleats on a deer call, surprised at how loud they sounded on the still air. After waiting a few minutes I continued on. Taking 6 or 8 steps I stopped and caught some motion out of the corner of my eye. At first all I could see were four legs heading my direction. Then I could make out the body of a deer and finally some antlers. Judging by the way he was traveling I would have a clear view when he passed across a small window in the ponderosa pine about 60 yards out. Dropping to one knee and chambering a round I got ready. He kicked at the shot and took off, running maybe 40 yards and stopping in some thick stuff. He looked kind of sick but before I could put a second bullet in him he made one last jump and piled up.
The rifle is a re-bored Marlin chambered in .356 Win.
Bullet was from a 220 grain group buy mould styled after the RCBS 35-200.
Felix Loob & Gator Checks.
Varget powder pushes the two alloy Bruce B Soft Point to around 2,300 ft/sec.
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