This year is the first time my family and I got on a lease. I'm sure you all know it's not from a lack of trying. I was fearful that I'd never get the opportunity to hunt with my great Uncle, someone whom I relate and highly admire, because he's 71. Well, I've been learning how to hunt from my great uncle, former head of TX P&WLS - Game Control, now that we've got a place and it's already been worth all the money and effort.
We went out Saturday morning and evening, we saw a spike and a non-legal buck. I was excited to see the deer moving so I was optimistic, vivacious and ready to go dark and early Sunday morning. So we're there, waiting around in the same spot near a water tank, when I catch this guy coming through his little trail. He wallows for a second and decides he's going in for a nibble at the feeder. I get the nod of approval from my great uncle. Here's the part most people omit - I had left my scope on 9X and the shot was 75 yards away. I couldn't find him in my sight picture him to save my life. I adjusted the magnification and got set up to shoot again when he tells me a small branch from the coverage we set up was going to interfere with my shot. I'm sitting in a camping chair holding my rifle al natural, so I prop up my foot to elevate my shooting platform and got the clearance I needed to make the shot. 55 grains of 7827, 117 grain sierra bullet and a large rifle magnum primer later that hog was down. The 25-06 is just oh so good... when you're behind it. The bullet entered just behind his shoulder, which is dislocated, and make a nice cavity right around the edge of his heart and lungs. I don't think pictures really do the size of it justice.
I included a picture of my great uncle, they don't make 'em like that anymore. He's an encyclopedia of wildlife and reloading knowledge. He was a heck of tenor sax player and he's one of my favorite people on planet earth. Don't let his demeanor fool you, he's a kind... to me at least. Just before I clicked the picture I told him, "Smile!"