I've killed much bigger this year, but mama said she needed more tenderized steaks.
Sat in the blind this morning, but only saw one young, wide eight, does and yearlings, and one axis doe skirting the edge around the opening in a steady walk. Went to the house. Smoked a nice morning stogey. Went to the feed store and came back. I parked in front of the house and was scarfing down trailmix before I drove to fill the feeder. I thought about this dense cedar break right across the fence in my neighbor's so, while munching, I threw the binoculars up and looked across the property at my fence line. Darn if there weren't two young axis bucks walking into my place, angling to my left. Got the earplugs in, got the ugly, canoe paddle .280 out and walked an intercept course. Belly crawled when they started to figure something out. When this one started looking back, I got up behind a tree and put the rifle in a fork. He was facing my left and looking back over his left shoulder at about 60. Put it on his shoulder and pulled the trigger. Bang-flop. Must have pulled up at the shot 'cause I hit him square in the neck. I'll take luck over skill any day.
The good part was I finally got to use a knife given to me by a good friend's widow and son. My friend passed away in 2012 and the handle is made from a front leg bone from a giraffe he shot in 2011 on a trip with me to Zimbabwe. Another friend at church made the knife.