Hard to believe but true story.

I shot at a buck at 10-12 ft and the second shot barely made a flesh wound. He was standing looking at me as I was sitting on a log smoking a cig. I put it out, raised my Ruger No1 with a fixed 12 power scope. All I saw was blurry hair. He stood there looking dead at me so I reloaded and fired again. He ran this time with a few chunks of meat in snow. 4 bullet fragmented holes in the snow. I was pretty tore up so I went a got a friend that happens to be a biologist. I needed help since there was very little blood and he ran up and over the ridge and never missed a beat.

Pretty sure he didn’t believe my story until he saw the scene. In between me and the buck was a twig about the size of a pencil. Two little nicks where the partition bullets hit it and blew up best we could tell. Kinda crazy but I got rid of that 12X scope the next week. Figured the 257 Wthby was pushing those partitions so fast at that close proximity caused the bullets to just blow up basically.

I killed a doe with an arrow once. Was headed towards the boiler room and took a quick detour and hit her behind the ear. She didn’t even twitch, just buckled.

Never liked shooting the brush but it happens


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