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by wheeler45 Last updated: 2010-12-08 20:29:38
Till Case Do Us Part 27 Nov 2010
The early morning was crisp as I drove. Saturday 27 November was the last day of the Indiana firearm season for me. Two nice does had been taken the previous weekends, and now I wanted a buck. Several had been seen, but none had been in range. Upon arriving at the cabin the sight of a nine-point buck hanging from the pole greeted me. Someone had scored. Inside Terry long told about killing the deer. He had shot it with a shotgun the previous day. Not having a doe tag, he was going to kill time while Kevin took me looking for a buck. After a man-sized breakfast of donuts Kevin loaded me and my gear into his truck and we headed to the blind. Once there we got ready and waited.
To say that the west wind was blowing was an understatement. It was flat cold. After sunrise it got colder and the wind blew harder. I praised the Lord for the opportunity to hunt and thanked Him for the thermos of hot coffee. We watched the likely approaches and tried to be still. This particular food has been productive in the past. Hopefully a buck would enter the field early that morning.
Alas, it was not to be. We waited until almost noon without seeing a single deer. It was too windy for them. We decided to head to the cabin for lunch and rethink our strategy. The wind continued to blow. While eating we decided to change blinds so as to be on the lee side of the woods. I had a shooting house in mind that should work.
We arrived a little after two. Now we would have a relatively calm plot before us. After placing my sand bags in the windows I loaded my 14-inch 7-30 Contender and donned my Impact electronic ear muffs. A few landmarks were ranged, and we were ready. As the afternoon crawled, a few deer appeared in the distance. Does were entering the fields to feed. This was a good sign, as the bucks were sure to follow them. The sun was sinking in the west, but nothing had appeared in our food plot. Suddenly three does stepped into the field fifty-eight yards from us. I was tempted to shoot one as darkness fell. Kevin convinced me to wait. As I watched them through the north window, He watched the south side. After a few minutes I heard him whisper, “Here is your shot.” Twisting his way, I could see a buck emerging from the woods. Placing my gun and sand bag in my lap, I wheeled to his window as the buck trotted across the food plot. Trying to get him in the scope was difficult. He would not slow his pace. Finally, he passed behind some brush as he entered the open field. Now he was trotting straight away from me presenting only his rear and head. At 150 yards, Kevin grunted loudly. The buck stopped and turned broadside to us. That was all I needed. The 4X Simmons scope settled on his chest and I pressed the trigger. The 120 grain Nosler Ballistic Tip bullet was launched by 39 grains of W748 and sped down range. Due to muzzle flash I lost the sight picture. Kevin was watching through his binoculars and declared it a hit. The buck staggered into the far woods and disappeared. I thanked the Lord as I broke the action to extract the spent case. When I did, the head fell into my hand. It was a complete case head separation. There was just enough light remaining for me to see that the case was still in the chamber. The case had been loaded four times.
Kevin called some helpers to locate the deer. When they arrived with their lights, it did not take them long to find the deer. It weighed one hundred and thirty-five pounds and had eleven points. It is my biggest deer. It was also my most-distant kill.
Once home I was able to twist a .45 pistol brush into the case and withdraw it. I check my cases with a bent paper clip, but this one eluded me.
Thank you Jesus, for your wondrous blessings.
Tony Huffman HHI #8113
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