[koger]

Well I have hunted hard, mostly from my truck seat, and saw 58 deer in 5 sits, from 3-4 hours at a time. Yesterday about 4:00pm, I was sitting there, in a world of pain from my hip, and I decided to pray about things, I asked God to give me a shot at any buck, no matter how small, and let my shot be a good one. About 4:40 I saw a flash of white all the way across the 20 acre hay field, in the edge of the woods, got my gun on it, sure enough a little buck was rubbing a tree and then he stepped out of the woods and started fooling with a licking branch on an overhanging limb out in the field. I had pulled my mirror in beside my truck door, raised my window up and had a sandbag wedged in between them sticking up about 1" above them for a good rest. While I was sitting there earlier, I had taken my Lecia 800 rangefinder and had ranged the whole field. He stepped out in front of a huge beech tree that I had ranged at 510 yds. I cranked my scope up to 12 power held just one the level of his spine and touched the shot off. I saw a bush behind shake from the impact and he just looked around at that and I swore I could see a bloody spot about the size of silver dollar where my bullet should have hit, but no reaction. He flagged his tail, and turned to start into the woods, quartering away to the left. I held my cross hairs about 3" over the top of his back and at the shot he mule kicked both hind feet and then he was out of sight. I drove the truck over there, got as far into the woods as I could on crutches, and found nothing. I called my wife, told her to bring a rope and a light, she got there on the 4 wheeler in about 10 minutes, and about 20 yds down over a bluff she found blood, then he turned left on a old logging road that ran around the hill, and started seeing huge splashes of blood, on both sides of the trail, and it went that way for about 120 yds, and she found him, about a 100 feet over the bluff, right behind my blind! I backed the 4 wheeler over till I could reach the rope, tied it off and slowly snaked him out, right up to the truck! We managed to get him loaded and we took him to a friend who skinned and quartered him on ice, the wife and I were just too tired too, and it only took him about 20 minutes from start to finish. He weighed about 145# gutted, and was very fat, will make some great eating. On skinning him we found that both shots had hit home, he was just so hyped up in the rut, he did not react. The second shot had cut the top of the heart off and then blew the front leg nearly off at the joint, how he made it as far as he did is a mystery to me. Though he may not be a trophy to most folks, he is a true trophy to me, for he is my longest shot to date on a whitetail deer, and I did it with my 6.5x55 swede I built in 1985 I believe, and shooting a Sierra 120 gr spt, running around 3000 fps. I have hunted with this rifle for around 30+ years, deer, coyotes, groundhog and crows, and it is like an extension of my arm, and I know the trajectory like the back of my hand of the load. Most of all I am thankful to God for answering my prayers, and allowing me to make the shot! Just thought I would share!

 

[Kermit in Va.]

Sam, by the end of the post it got a little hard to read. Guess something got
in both eyes...
You are a inspiration to a lot of folks.
Answered prayers for sure.
Now...take some time to heal !!!
Take care and GOD Bless...


Donnie

 

[Paul Workman]

Well I have hunted hard, mostly from my truck seat, and saw 58 deer in 5 sits, from 3-4 hours at a time. Yesterday about 4:00pm, I was sitting there, in a world of pain from my hip, and I decided to pray about things, I asked God to give me a shot at any buck, no matter how small, and let my shot be a good one. About 4:40 I saw a flash of white all the way across the 20 acre hay field, in the edge of the woods, got my gun on it, sure enough a little buck was rubbing a tree and then he stepped out of the woods and started fooling with a licking branch on an overhanging limb out in the field. I had pulled my mirror in beside my truck door, raised my window up and had a sandbag wedged in between them sticking up about 1" above them for a good rest. While I was sitting there earlier, I had taken my Lecia 800 rangefinder and had ranged the whole field. He stepped out in front of a huge beech tree that I had ranged at 510 yds. I cranked my scope up to 12 power held just one the level of his spine and touched the shot off. I saw a bush behind shake from the impact and he just looked around at that and I swore I could see a bloody spot about the size of silver dollar where my bullet should have hit, but no reaction. He flagged his tail, and turned to start into the woods, quartering away to the left. I held my cross hairs about 3" over the top of his back and at the shot he mule kicked both hind feet and then he was out of sight. I drove the truck over there, got as far into the woods as I could on crutches, and found nothing. I called my wife, told her to bring a rope and a light, she got there on the 4 wheeler in about 10 minutes, and about 20 yds down over a bluff she found blood, then he turned left on a old logging road that ran around the hill, and started seeing huge splashes of blood, on both sides of the trail, and it went that way for about 120 yds, and she found him, about a 100 feet over the bluff, right behind my blind! I backed the 4 wheeler over till I could reach the rope, tied it off and slowly snaked him out, right up to the truck! We managed to get him loaded and we took him to a friend who skinned and quartered him on ice, the wife and I were just too tired too, and it only took him about 20 minutes from start to finish. He weighed about 145# gutted, and was very fat, will make some great eating. On skinning him we found that both shots had hit home, he was just so hyped up in the rut, he did not react. The second shot had cut the top of the heart off and then blew the front leg nearly off at the joint, how he made it as far as he did is a mystery to me. Though he may not be a trophy to most folks, he is a true trophy to me, for he is my longest shot to date on a whitetail deer, and I did it with my 6.5x55 swede I built in 1985 I believe, and shooting a Sierra 120 gr spt, running around 3000 fps. I have hunted with this rifle for around 30+ years, deer, coyotes, groundhog and crows, and it is like an extension of my arm, and I know the trajectory like the back of my hand of the load. Most of all I am thankful to God for answering my prayers, and allowing me to make the shot! Just thought I would share!

Great story. Thanks 4 posting!

Your trajectory caught my eye tho, cuz I've committed several of my long range caliber trajectories to memory based on a 200 yd ZERO. So, holding on its back or 3" above and ultimately clipping the top of the heart - that deer would have to be the size of an AFRICAN ELAND!

Well, obviously you're "ZEROED" more likely around 300 yards with that load, I recon!

Just sayin.....

 

[koger]

Paul you are spot on, 3.5" high at 100, and dead on at 300-350yds. I have shot this load so much for groundhogs and yotes, I feel very confident out to 500yds, as long as I have a good rest. Also had the scope set on 6x, after turning on 12, have been doing this for as long as I can remember, having actually shot this rifle at different distances on paper. This makes your drop appear less than it is!

 

[charlie sterner]

Here's Sam's buck pic. I came home empty handed. Lol

 

[CarlP]

Way to go Sam

I don’t think my freezer would hold all of the game that You and the Mrs have taken this year. With all of the obstacles you’ve overcome, You should be nominated for some type of Superman Award !

Thank You for sharing !

 

[George Foster]

To get that buck with all you have been through and making an excellent shot it certainly is a Trophy Buck. Congrats!!

 

[koger]

Thanks for all the replies guys, Carl I am anything but superman, just a blessed one!