I remember my first one also. Saturday after Thanksgiving in 82. I was in a ladder stand about 60 yards off the RR tracks that ran through our club outside Linden. A 100 lb spike came to the tracks to cross and I put a bullet from my 7x57 just inside his shoulder. He ran 20 yards and died.


Dying ain't much of a living boy...Josey Wales

Molon Labe