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The good LORD graciously sent me a 9 pointer Monday! Boop, my 760 .35 Remington, got it DONE! My first buck in 8 years, and Boop's first ever.
My buddy and I spotted him running a fence line, in 35 mph wind, at 391 yards.
I got in position while bud tried to move him back my way. No dice. He cut across my bud's line of march and into some corn. Bud shrugged and kept going.
I decided to go sit at the back of the corn and watch a big hole in the fence and see what might come by. 300 yards later, I hit the back corner and turn to my right when something sounding like a Tiger tank came bustin' out of the corn.
It was the buck! I don't know who was more surprised, him or me!
He stands there panting, I'm slack jawed and we're eye locking each other.
SLOWLY and without breaking eye contact, up comes Boop... Through the scope I see white... brown...BOOMFLOP!
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!
I felt something hit me though. Turned out to be blood spray. That's a first!
Buzz buzz buzz goes my phone. It's bud. Buck or doe? BUCK! Same one?! Yup. Be there in a minute.
The 200 grain round nose Core Lokt hit at 2280 fps. Entered the neck/ shoulder junction, broke a rib, got the front of the right lung, jellied the left lung ( no exaggeration for clarity. Most of it practically ran through my fingers.) broke 3 ribs on the left side. And no exit wound?
Felt along his flank. Found the busted ribs and about 6 inches farther was the bullet! .670 diameter and 150.4 grains remaining.
As you probably guessed, it was a close shot.
Like 7 feet.
This is what happens when you develop a load that would do good service to 200 yards.
7 feet...
The roughed up hair on his neck/ shoulder is from the muzzle flash...
My buddy and I spotted him running a fence line, in 35 mph wind, at 391 yards.
I got in position while bud tried to move him back my way. No dice. He cut across my bud's line of march and into some corn. Bud shrugged and kept going.
I decided to go sit at the back of the corn and watch a big hole in the fence and see what might come by. 300 yards later, I hit the back corner and turn to my right when something sounding like a Tiger tank came bustin' out of the corn.
It was the buck! I don't know who was more surprised, him or me!
He stands there panting, I'm slack jawed and we're eye locking each other.
SLOWLY and without breaking eye contact, up comes Boop... Through the scope I see white... brown...BOOMFLOP!
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow!
I felt something hit me though. Turned out to be blood spray. That's a first!
Buzz buzz buzz goes my phone. It's bud. Buck or doe? BUCK! Same one?! Yup. Be there in a minute.
The 200 grain round nose Core Lokt hit at 2280 fps. Entered the neck/ shoulder junction, broke a rib, got the front of the right lung, jellied the left lung ( no exaggeration for clarity. Most of it practically ran through my fingers.) broke 3 ribs on the left side. And no exit wound?
Felt along his flank. Found the busted ribs and about 6 inches farther was the bullet! .670 diameter and 150.4 grains remaining.
As you probably guessed, it was a close shot.
Like 7 feet.
This is what happens when you develop a load that would do good service to 200 yards.
7 feet...
The roughed up hair on his neck/ shoulder is from the muzzle flash...
