I used to laugh at guys with the tell-tale crescent shaped scar over one eye from crawling up on a hard kicking rifle. ...that is until I got mine season before last.
I was deer hunting with a friend on a big field during ML season and I had just bought my first in-line. (I'm what they call a "late-adopter" of new technology. I waited to get a DVD player until I could get it free in a box of Cracker-Jacks) I had worked up a load with 3 50 gr. pellets of 777 under a Hornady 300gr SST-ML bullet with lock-n-load sabot. I was golden out to 200 yds. Damned if a deer didn't walk out 15 feet behind the stand. I stood up and turned around, poked the rifle through a hole in the blind material and touched it off. Now, mind you, I was shooting at a very awkward, downward angle in a blind that I couldn't stand up in. After the shot, I turned around and sat down with my hand holding my head.
"Hey man, are you alright?" my buddy says through tears of laughter.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't think it broke the skin." I replied as I released the pressure I had been applying with my hand. Blood gushed out at this point and ran down between my eyes and along both sides of my nose. I eventually got the bleeding stopped and got the deer to the processor. I hadn't had a chance to clean myself up (or even look in a mirror).
The processor took one look at me and said, "looks like he almost got even! Boy, I sure have seen a lot of guys come in lookin' like you."
The good news is that now I can sense evil.
I was deer hunting with a friend on a big field during ML season and I had just bought my first in-line. (I'm what they call a "late-adopter" of new technology. I waited to get a DVD player until I could get it free in a box of Cracker-Jacks) I had worked up a load with 3 50 gr. pellets of 777 under a Hornady 300gr SST-ML bullet with lock-n-load sabot. I was golden out to 200 yds. Damned if a deer didn't walk out 15 feet behind the stand. I stood up and turned around, poked the rifle through a hole in the blind material and touched it off. Now, mind you, I was shooting at a very awkward, downward angle in a blind that I couldn't stand up in. After the shot, I turned around and sat down with my hand holding my head.
"Hey man, are you alright?" my buddy says through tears of laughter.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't think it broke the skin." I replied as I released the pressure I had been applying with my hand. Blood gushed out at this point and ran down between my eyes and along both sides of my nose. I eventually got the bleeding stopped and got the deer to the processor. I hadn't had a chance to clean myself up (or even look in a mirror).
The processor took one look at me and said, "looks like he almost got even! Boy, I sure have seen a lot of guys come in lookin' like you."
The good news is that now I can sense evil.