Many years ago I gut shot a running buck with a .308. He was gonna die for sure, but he ran about 300 yards and got into our pond. I was blood trailing him when my dad saw him floundering around in the pond and shot him. When I got there, he made me get him out of the pond. Then he claimed the deer.

It was worth letting him claim it because it gave me a story to tell. smile


All the labor of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.