El Jason
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I took the Kimber for a walk today, fully intent upon shooting the first buck I saw. One crossed the saddle I was sitting on at 9AM. I judged it at 250 and held dead on. When I got down there I found bone and blood. Not good blood.
The track took me two hours to work out. Several times I lost it, with very sparse blood. The last time I lost it I spent about a half hour working circles and finally picked up the trail. A short while later I jumped a buck, favoring a front leg. He stopped in a small opening and I was able to thread a finishing shot in.

I shot him on the back of the ridge in the upper left. He took me all the way down to the bottom and the back up. All told, probably over a mile.

As he lays. Lots of prayers were answered today. This is no brag. Far from it. It’s a humble recognition of doing your due diligence when you screw shit up.
The track took me two hours to work out. Several times I lost it, with very sparse blood. The last time I lost it I spent about a half hour working circles and finally picked up the trail. A short while later I jumped a buck, favoring a front leg. He stopped in a small opening and I was able to thread a finishing shot in.

I shot him on the back of the ridge in the upper left. He took me all the way down to the bottom and the back up. All told, probably over a mile.

As he lays. Lots of prayers were answered today. This is no brag. Far from it. It’s a humble recognition of doing your due diligence when you screw shit up.
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