Picked it up near to where the dead yearling was. Took it home for a knife maker. (Brian’s son).
It was just a little 8 by the look of it.
There were a few deer out on the bush edge, and Brian and I agreed to pick one each, and fire on the “ok”. Which we did, but we both picked the same deer. We would be hopeless at synchronized swimming.Deer went every-where, but we were happy at that. There was a bit of wind drift at 350 yds...if you look at the pic...the poor thing copped a .30cal exactly in the eye.
I guess you have been having a few frosts recently?
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