December 22 1998. Sitting in a homemade ground blind with my dad at 8 years old. I remember being impatient thinking that we’d never see a deer and then I looked over to our left and there was a spike eating 50yds from us. DRT with my little Ruger M77 .243. I remember being on top of the world, you’d have thought that I’d killed a 160. Dad gave me some war paint on my cheeks from the bullet hole and then my uncle doused me with blood while we were cleaning it.
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