Contender super 16 single shot with a 223 BT

Interarms Mark-X 308, 5 pt walking along a thick oak flat and the only shot I had was in the head....perfect shot at 80yds.

Christmas Eve 1982...8 years old...5 point. Killed with a Browning 12ga 2 3/4 with 00 Buck. I helped turn out the dogs with a guy in our club. They jumped and made a circle back to us. One shot and that was it.

Thanksgiving 1988 a5 magnum 20 with #1's. me and dad and some more were driving, beagles lite out towards river and get to stand line then turn right back at us. I was about 200yds from dad in thicket in small opening. 4 does ran up (couldn't shoot does back then) they looked back and her come a cow horn spike. two shots at 30 yds he hit the ground. Killed 4 bucks on that drive that morning best we ever done still got a poloroid of it.

The year was 1978 and I was 16 years old. I had been deer hunting since I was 12 but had never fired a shot at a deer. It was Nov 19th, a Sunday morning before church, and I went with my Winchester Model 94, 30-30 and open sights. I was hunting on the ground near some rubs I had found. I was hunting in some big sparsely planted pines with a ground covering of sage grass.

About 20 yards away, the land dropped off into some hardwoods. I was sitting with my gun in my lap facing in the direction of the hardwoods. I heard a deer walking/trotting and couldn't believe it when a head and neck popped up over the rise. I could instantly tell it was a buck. I had pulled the hammer back when I heard it walking, but left the gun in my lap with both hands on it.

Within an instant, I had my gun shouldered and pulled the trigger. At the blast of the gun, the deer dropped in its tracks from a 20 yard shot to the neck.

It was a beautiful 7 point buck with a 15 inch spread and good mass. I don't know how much the deer weighed but I was dragging it at a jogging pace for most of the way back to the truck.

I had parked at the edge of what used to be a watermelon patch. I decided to move the truck closer to the deer. I had the hardest time trying to get that deer into the back of the truck since I had worn myself out running with a buck in tow.

After I finally got it loaded, I realized that the truck was stuck in the middle of a muddy field. After many, many, back and forth runs, I finally made it out of the field. My father later told me I burnt the clutch out of his truck.

When I returned home and pulled in the driveway, my mom looked out of an upstairs window and could see into the back of my truck and she began screaming with joy. She was so happy for me. My dad thought something terrible had happened to me with all of the screaming.

I had put in so much time and effort into deer hunting that I began to wonder if it would ever happen. My father took me when I was younger, but after I began to drive, I was on my own. To say that day is etched into my memory is an understatement.

As a follow on to this story, my son killed his first deer with that same gun.

16 years ago. My first Big purchase out of college was a .270 A-bolt and bushnell elite 3x9x50. One of my lifelong buddies grandmother had a magical 80ac woodblock, in verbena. We all 4 piled up on her 80 acres that morning. LOL I shot a button buck as it ran by mid morning. I still hunt with the same fellas and have been hooked since.

410 slug, 7 years old sitting in our shed. slipped out one evening after mom told me not too while I was doing homework. Dad had to work over that day so he was not home. 28 years ago, it was a 3 point and I had missed him 2 days before. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Great story!