We were driving a hillside for my friend's father and uncle who were posted up in huge cornfield on top of the hill. The grade of the hill decreased significantly as it got closer to the cornfield.
This hillside was thick with deadfalls and jagger bushes that reached over your head and tore you up as you busted your way through them. My orange hunting vest was torn up, my face was scratched and my forearms were literally covered with blood. I came up on a deadfall that was encircled with jaggers but beyond it was a small clearing and beyond that was pine trees.
I stepped on a deadfall with my left foot trying to get a little respite before pushing through those last bit of jaggers when I heard my buddy yell, "Gil, one coming." I looked up and there was a four point buck standing right in front of me broadside in that small clearing about 10 paces away.
I snapped my Nitro Special up and fired. I knew that the bead would be right in front of my right eye and dead on that buck. I couldn't have made that quick of a shot with any other gun except a double and I had to as that buck was staring straight at me.
I took 4 pounds of kielbasa into work and a girl there took it all. All I got was a small slice of it. But the baloney was also good.
A shotgun can do anything you ask of it, not just kill birds.
