HD: Along that same note my business partner since 1967 is a country boy and an avid quail( "bird" to us here in South Carolina ) hunter. He is also a Deacon in his Southern Baptist Church, so he don't lie, tells of the only time he went deer hunting. It was the last day of deer season and as he was coming home several "white tails" crossed in front of his car. He didn't own a rifle and so he went a few miles into town and asked the man at the hardware store what kind of rifle he needed to hunt deer. The store owner showed him a 30-06 Remington something or other for about $300 and said "this is all the gun you need" I is a bolt action with open sights (I've seen the gun) He bought the gun and a box of silvertips and went home.
When he got home it was late afternoon. He got on his hunting togs and walked across the road to near where he saw the deer cross. Nothing happened until it was almost dark when he looked down a side fire lane and way off inthe distance (about 300 yards as near as I could tell) he saw a big buck with a big rack.
He raised his new gun & fired and saw the buck jump. When he walked down to the spot he found a small spike buck drilled through the head. He told the friend with him "that's not the deer that I shot at" They brought the deer back to the house and his friend left to go rabbit hunting.
A little while later his friend drove up & had a big eight point buck in the bed of his truck shot through & through just behind the shoulder. They loaded the other spike buck & took both to the processor. That was his first and so far his last deer hunt and he still has nineteen shells left.
When I first heard his story I said: "The Devil's Going To Get You For Lying" but he showed me the pictures, the gun & the nineteen remaining shells.
Best Regards, George (I hope that this wasn't too boreing)
