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timmy
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With all the internet doom and gloom we need some old hunts. Here is one from a whitey taken some time during high school. Rumors were there was the biggest whitetail somebody had ever seen on the neighbors. This peaked my interest and with a little work I gained access. I still hunted the timber for several hours with a good wind bumping but not blowing any deer out of the small patch of timber. Finally the “giant” was standing in front of me with my grandpas Remington pump 270 and the old weaver scope I made it count. He wasn’t as big as I thought he was going to be but was by far one of my most memorable hunts growing up.