Major Sights
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- Westlock, AB
So my brother, a buddy and I came out for the weekend. We did the get up early walk out to the stand and wait bit. Fun, but cold/boring at times. All we saw was squirrels, blu jays, turkeys and does (no tags for those). We came back in for breakfast at 9:30. Cooked it up, ate and had a "power" nap.
My brother woke both me and out buddy up to proudly show off 2 does standing in the field. Woopdy ****ing do.... I was awake now. They went back to sleeping/reading while I grabbed the Remington 700 in .223 off the wall just to watch em through the scope. I watched about 40 minutes when all of a sudden both does put their heads up and look to the woods. Not 60 seconds later another deer emerges. A good size buck (though only a atypical spike horn though. But that didn't stop my heart from pounding.
I alerted my brother who woke our buddy- "Dave! Wake up! It's about to get loud!". Dave, a big boy, got up so fast I could barely believe it. I got my sand bag rest and opened the sliding window (very handy in a deer camp FYI) and stuck the barrel of the .223 out the window and loaded up. The buck was running the does all around the the field trying to "get some" I held off for a good minute or so and waited for him to turn broadside and slow the hell down. Finally he stopped and turned, BLAM! The best trigger pull I can recall, smooth and crisp, and watched the bullet strike, then a rapid manipulation of the bolt for a followup if necessary. I saw the deer quiver in pain and run off before another shot could be had.... ****!
I unloaded and grabbed my .303 off the wall and we went to investigate. We walked slowly and softly. Dave led the "charge" with his Remington 1100 not 15 feet from where I shot him Dave yells "he's down!" Thumper (I named the deer, he was trying to hump before I thumped him good) only made it about 30y into the trees. We text-ed my dad to join us at the camps and give some assistance on gutting. He got there in good time, 15 mins or so and I had at it, under his direction.
It was my first deer. After 10 years of Half ass rifle hunts I dropped my first buck, with a .223!
While cleaning thumper up I saw an entry, exit and an exploded heart. If you know your rifle, trust your aim then a .223 is more then enough.
More pix to come.
My brother woke both me and out buddy up to proudly show off 2 does standing in the field. Woopdy ****ing do.... I was awake now. They went back to sleeping/reading while I grabbed the Remington 700 in .223 off the wall just to watch em through the scope. I watched about 40 minutes when all of a sudden both does put their heads up and look to the woods. Not 60 seconds later another deer emerges. A good size buck (though only a atypical spike horn though. But that didn't stop my heart from pounding.
I alerted my brother who woke our buddy- "Dave! Wake up! It's about to get loud!". Dave, a big boy, got up so fast I could barely believe it. I got my sand bag rest and opened the sliding window (very handy in a deer camp FYI) and stuck the barrel of the .223 out the window and loaded up. The buck was running the does all around the the field trying to "get some" I held off for a good minute or so and waited for him to turn broadside and slow the hell down. Finally he stopped and turned, BLAM! The best trigger pull I can recall, smooth and crisp, and watched the bullet strike, then a rapid manipulation of the bolt for a followup if necessary. I saw the deer quiver in pain and run off before another shot could be had.... ****!
I unloaded and grabbed my .303 off the wall and we went to investigate. We walked slowly and softly. Dave led the "charge" with his Remington 1100 not 15 feet from where I shot him Dave yells "he's down!" Thumper (I named the deer, he was trying to hump before I thumped him good) only made it about 30y into the trees. We text-ed my dad to join us at the camps and give some assistance on gutting. He got there in good time, 15 mins or so and I had at it, under his direction.
It was my first deer. After 10 years of Half ass rifle hunts I dropped my first buck, with a .223!
While cleaning thumper up I saw an entry, exit and an exploded heart. If you know your rifle, trust your aim then a .223 is more then enough.
More pix to come.
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