Drawing a Pennsylvania elk tag, bull or cow, is a once in a lifetime event, if ever. Only 21 years passed of applying annually and accruing preference points before I drew a cow elk tag on Saturday. Immediately several friends called or texted me and basically said “I hate you, you lucky SOB.” But I had no trouble recruiting three friends to join me in the hunt.
Within 24 hours I was practicing with the rifle I’m most likely hunting with, weather permitting, a .62 caliber percussion made by Mark Wheland here in PA. Seven shots with the 335 grain ball pushed by 125 grains of Swiss FFG is about the limit my shoulder could absorb, and honestly, I expected to shoot much better than this. Last year the gun was grouping about 3” at 100 yards. Yesterday it’s about 8” at 75 yards. And it’s not the bow, it must be the Indian. Or my eyes. Gonna be a long end of summer getting dialed back in with this. The flyer at the bottom resulted from a bump to the adjustable rear sight, which moved it backwards. Tellin ya what…I am just rusty
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