one crazy kid
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Well it was along five years coming but I finely got one. So my dad and I were out in colville for the late whitetail last weekend, it was crazy we were over run with mule deer left and right but I couldn't shoot any of them. I got fed up with mule deer and left for an unexplored area, I had just topped a ridge when I hear a pine cone drop so I froze for what seemed like hours then I turned my head and cot a glimpse of tail then a head, when I found antlers I sent him a neat little package from a 270wsm topped with a berger(unknown load and grain). He ran then piled up thirty yards down hill witch I thought weird because I nailed the heart and both lungs.
P.S. My dad labeled him the sporke.
P.S. My dad labeled him the sporke.