Thumper gets his turn and earns his tack.

This is another one of those stories where you have to imagine the rifle laying on the  deer.  I didn't get a picture, and one doe looks like the next. 

   After letting one go at Cosby's and letting another walk off at my house,  I was primed to kill something.  Then I missed one behind the house because I couldn't see the sights in the dark.  That made it worse.  Something had to die!

  I was redoing the peep sight on the Adolphus gun, and it wasn't sighted in yet.  So, Thumper got the call from the bullpen.  100gr. of 2F and a .595 ball was the load.

          I was in the stand and then it started to rain a light misty type shower.  I just put my hand over the lock and sat there.  Finally a little doe walked out, crossed the food plot, and came right to me with the light still good..  Bad move on her part. 

    I already had my earplugs in.  (You can't  hear deer most of the time anyway.) .  Got my trigger hand glove off and rested my elbow on the stand's rail.  Concentrating on the sights, I never felt the trigger break, but the gun went off really fast, and the deer was DRT.  No trailing needed.  Because I had plenty of meat left from last year, the deer was taken to the processor and donated to the area food bank.  Someone somewhere needs to be fed.

I have a sort of tradition that if I kill a hog or deer with a rifle, I put one small brass tack right below the triggerguard.  Thumper made his tack Saturday evening.