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Post by scrub-buster on Oct 9, 2016 9:09:23 GMT -5
My first was when I was in the 6th grade. I was in a large permanent stand with my Dad when a doe walked by. I raised the 16g single shot and accidentally pulled the trigger before I had even looked through the scope. I wasn't ready for the recoil and it knocked me back out of the stand. As I fell back I see my Dad's hand fly at me and grab the front of my jacket. He caught me and pulled me onto the floor of the stand. He probably saved my life that day. Somehow I still hit the deer. It barely grazed her stomach. We waited a while before we got down. We found a chunk of fat and some hair where she was standing. We followed a few small drops of blood down the hill. We got to the small creek at the bottom and saw her laying on the other side. When she jumped the creek her stomach ripped open and all her guts fell out. They were strung out all over the hillside below her. It was a gruesome sight but we were both really excited. Last year my daughter used that same 16g to kill her first deer. It almost knocked her out of the ladder stand. The safety rail and her harness caught her. That little single shot packs a punch.
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