Me and the wife-mate went down to So. Jawja for Thanksgiving with my huntin partners. I've was carrying my Handi with the new-to-me BC barrel mounted on it. The one I want to rechamber to 45/120. But remember, I got a rule, kill a deer with sumpin before you go messin wiff it!
After a fruitless Friday morning hunt, no suprise, I didn't expect much, that stand is no good later in the season, I got back in the woods at another location pretty late, and in the rain.
About a half hour after getting settled, deer started coming out of a thicket on my right. And they kept coming out and coming out and coming out!
I stopped counting at 9, I'd been looking at each for antlers as they appeared, and had to turn my attention to the first 2 does who had by this time passed underneath my stand and were now standing 5 yards away from my tree, downwind, looking 20 feet up at me! I decided to ignore them and picked out a fat doe at a comfortable shooting angle for the way I was sitting.
Now picture this... here I am, sitting 20 feet up in a Jawja pine, about 15 minutes before dark, there are I don't know how many deer in a 180 degree semicircle in front of me anywhere from 5 to 30 yards away, I've only used one of my 10 antlerless tags, the wimmins and my hunting buddies are back at the house wanting to go out to eat, the rain sounds like a cow peein on a flat rock, I got a single-shot rifle and only 4 rounds of loaded ammunition
AND I BEEN MADE!!!
So I eased up my Handi thumbing back the hammer as that loooooong 32 inch barrel came up. This was to much for does number 1 & 2 who weren't buying my Christmas Holly imitation. They took off for less crowded climes while the rest of the does who noticed their departure just looked at them as if to say "where you going in such a hurry? The rut's over and it's just us girls!"
The doe I'd selected was still looking at her departing friends when I touched off the 300 Speer HP which, at something between 1900 and 2000 fps, didn't take real long to travel the 20 odd yards between us.
Let me tell you bird hunters sumpin. If you boys think a covey flush of quail is exciting, you ain't seen sh&%!
That bottom exploded with deer!
They was goin ever which a way! I lost track of the one I shot in the 4 or 5 others that ran in the same direction she did, but in the fading light I did see one flag fall sideways after about 30 yards.
So now that I'm 2 does into the 4 required for my winter's meat, I can, in good conscience, start the transformation of the BC barrel!
