Mannlicher
New member
Hunting across a peanut hay field on a farm in North Fla. last Sunday evening, I took my longest shot in some 45 years of Whitetail hunting.
I was waiting to see if some of the numerous deer on this farm would come out at dusk along the edge of the woods. There were a lot of track and sign coming to the field out of a swamp.
I waited across the field, behind an old round hay bail. Just at dusk, three does came from the woods to graze. I chose the larger of the three. Resting the .270 across the bail, I took the shot.
The doe was hit solid through the heart. She jumped, and then ran some 20 yards into the woods. After about 20 min, I walked across the field, into the woods, and found her.
That is by far, the longest hunting shot I have taken. Every deer I have killed up to then, was shot at less than 125 yards.
I was waiting to see if some of the numerous deer on this farm would come out at dusk along the edge of the woods. There were a lot of track and sign coming to the field out of a swamp.
I waited across the field, behind an old round hay bail. Just at dusk, three does came from the woods to graze. I chose the larger of the three. Resting the .270 across the bail, I took the shot.
The doe was hit solid through the heart. She jumped, and then ran some 20 yards into the woods. After about 20 min, I walked across the field, into the woods, and found her.
That is by far, the longest hunting shot I have taken. Every deer I have killed up to then, was shot at less than 125 yards.