Carl Aldridge
40 Cal.
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- Nov 12, 2004
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I went out this morning after having no luck last Saturday.It was overcast with a few sprinkles. The leaves were saturated which made for quiet walking. It was legal to shoot at 7:11 but I couldn't see my sights until 7:45.I was still hunting ever so slowly, stopping at large trees and taking time to listen and look around. There were lots of active chipmunks and an occasional fox squirrel, I could hear some gray squirrels making a racket in the distance. When I was ready to leave my fourth tree, I did a full circle scan, a doe appeared out of nowhere. I had to wait until her head was behind a tree to bring my rifle up. I pulled the trigger back so I could cock the gun silently, released the trigger and made sure the hammer would stay cocked.
She was less than fifteen yards away so an audible click of the hammer would have sent her running. I set the trigger, aimed behind the deer's right shoulder, and touched off the shot. When the smoke cleared I saw her run about fifty yards and pile up. The .535 roundball boosted by 90 grains of 2FFg pierced the right lung and the lower lobe of the liver and exited behind the left ribcage. This also happens to be my 48th birthday, so this couldn't be a better present.
She was less than fifteen yards away so an audible click of the hammer would have sent her running. I set the trigger, aimed behind the deer's right shoulder, and touched off the shot. When the smoke cleared I saw her run about fifty yards and pile up. The .535 roundball boosted by 90 grains of 2FFg pierced the right lung and the lower lobe of the liver and exited behind the left ribcage. This also happens to be my 48th birthday, so this couldn't be a better present.
