WiFAL
December 03, 2004, 14:02
This is the buck that would have been my first deer harvested by FAL but for the fact that I just plain ran out of time to get the scope set up. So it was that on the morning of November 17, 2001 I went into the woods taking with me my virgin Model Seven in 7mm 08 - opening day of gun season - Zone 13 - Wisconsin.
It was dead still and bone dry. At 8:00 I heard one faint crunch. I looked in the direction of the sound. At the transition of the dense understory and the partially logged oak grove, about 75 yards away, stood the biggest, whitest deer face I had ever seen. It was looking right at me.
I pushed off the safety, raised the rifle and as the butt pad hit my shoulder let fly one 7mm projectile aimed square at the chest.
The deer was gone. Down actually. I'll be damned. It rose to its feet and broke into a run veering to my left. I chambered another cartridge and hit him broadside right behind the elbow. He slowed and kept going. Another round into the heart/lung area caused him to go head over heels. He regained his footing and still kept going. A fourth shot to the heart/lung dropped him, but he was hidden from my view by the deadfalls and the remnants of trees left behind by the loggers. I waited to make sure he didn't get up again.
It wasn't until I got out of my stand and walked up to him that I could appreciate what had been delivered to me. Thirty years of hunting. Four shots taken and thirty yards traversed. The deer of a life time.
Weighing in at 225 lbs. dressed with 13" G2s and 7 1/4" beam circumference. Presented for your viewing pleasure. Mr. Fabulous.
It was dead still and bone dry. At 8:00 I heard one faint crunch. I looked in the direction of the sound. At the transition of the dense understory and the partially logged oak grove, about 75 yards away, stood the biggest, whitest deer face I had ever seen. It was looking right at me.
I pushed off the safety, raised the rifle and as the butt pad hit my shoulder let fly one 7mm projectile aimed square at the chest.
The deer was gone. Down actually. I'll be damned. It rose to its feet and broke into a run veering to my left. I chambered another cartridge and hit him broadside right behind the elbow. He slowed and kept going. Another round into the heart/lung area caused him to go head over heels. He regained his footing and still kept going. A fourth shot to the heart/lung dropped him, but he was hidden from my view by the deadfalls and the remnants of trees left behind by the loggers. I waited to make sure he didn't get up again.
It wasn't until I got out of my stand and walked up to him that I could appreciate what had been delivered to me. Thirty years of hunting. Four shots taken and thirty yards traversed. The deer of a life time.
Weighing in at 225 lbs. dressed with 13" G2s and 7 1/4" beam circumference. Presented for your viewing pleasure. Mr. Fabulous.