Grandson shot his 2nd deer last Sunday, the last hour of his hunt for the season. He had just missed a spike an hour earlier. Two does walk toward the feeder and he says Pawpaw, Im shooting a slick head. She finally made it to the feeder and he made a perfect heart/lung shot with his Colt AR15 as she stood 70 yards broadside.
While we were cleaning her, I cut the heart out and handed it to him, the top portion was shredded. He says, Pawpaw,I broke a womans heart today, literally. Lol, good times.