Saturday I Zeroed 2in high at 100yds and cased the rifle and waited for Sundays hunt. At the last moment I opted for the 30-30 instead and slipped into the blind for a very cold morning of hunting. After a couple hours I finally saw a deer running through the other field and easy 300 yards out. No shot at that range. Then a little later I saw another around 200yds but was not able to shoot that one either. So I went home empty handed.
This morning I went out again but this time with the 300. After 4 hours in the blind I catch a flicker of movement and there are 2 does Hell bent in crossing the field in front of me.
I had actually ranged in my head earlier certain spots and there distances. I raised up the rifle sitting cross legged with my elbows resting on my legs, put the cross hairs at back level, led her by 3 feet and touched off a round.
Saw no reaction to my hit but I felt good about the shot and decided to cross the field and check it out anyways.
2/3 of the way across I look back at my ever shrinking blind and thought I was nuts for taking that shot. I practice for a good 2-3 times a week shooting all times of the year, but not for a shot like this and not with that rifle.
I find in the snow where they had crossed and about where I had shot but no blood. Walk another 10yds and saw some spots of blood then more and then a large trail. I look up and see the base of a tree smeared in blood and along side a huge doe. Perfect double lung!
I again thank God for the gift and jog on back to get the 4 wheeler.(another benefit of hunting on private property)
Here is a pick of the view. In the upper right corner where the field meets the woods is a green dot, that is where the doe was on a dead run.
A pic of the rifle.
A pic of my son next to the doe
