My Ole Ugly rifle accounted for another deer. I was sitting in my stand writing a text to a friend about how at the end of the season hunting persistence might work better than technique. I looked up, and a deer had walked into the middle of the food plot. I thought it was a doe, but it was a spike. Not his day. At 30yds or so the non-standard fifty sent a ball through the lungs. I found one lone drop of blood going into the woods to start the trail. He didn't bleed much, but it was enough to follow as long as the light held up. Would have been tough in the dark. Found him in a ditch about 50yds on the neighbor's place. Fortunately for me they had a road to their field. Didn't have to drag it clear back to my place.
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