Oathkeeper1775
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One long shot, one muddy face
I have the .308 case in my desk drawer with @ this story on a 3x5 card stuck in it;
I had a cow elk tag (Jan through March), gout and a cracked ankle. I drove all over this hunt unit in the Oregon Cascades for three months. The last day of the tag, I was at 3,500 feet; rain wind and snow, the elk were about 450 yards away and down in a deep canyon. I hopped out of the truck and over to a berm, I took my shot.
I hit a fir limb about half-way between myself and the elk (herd of about 20 cows). I seen the grey diagonal line on the scope, I thought it was water. They ran off and I stumbled and fell on my face while hopping back to my truck. :banghead:
That is the only shot I ever missed with my Rem 788. My farthest B.G. kill is 165 yards. My closest kill was a Rooster at 10 yards; I field dressed hime in flight.
I have the .308 case in my desk drawer with @ this story on a 3x5 card stuck in it;
I had a cow elk tag (Jan through March), gout and a cracked ankle. I drove all over this hunt unit in the Oregon Cascades for three months. The last day of the tag, I was at 3,500 feet; rain wind and snow, the elk were about 450 yards away and down in a deep canyon. I hopped out of the truck and over to a berm, I took my shot.
I hit a fir limb about half-way between myself and the elk (herd of about 20 cows). I seen the grey diagonal line on the scope, I thought it was water. They ran off and I stumbled and fell on my face while hopping back to my truck. :banghead:
That is the only shot I ever missed with my Rem 788. My farthest B.G. kill is 165 yards. My closest kill was a Rooster at 10 yards; I field dressed hime in flight.