Busted a mature doe this morning with my Dad's 348. She also busted me, and I had to abort the plan of letting her walk by to shoot her broadside, and instead took a hard quartering too shot at a steep downhill angle before she blew out of there. In my time concentrating on the front post and reminding myself to hold low and to the right as the gun was shooting high and left for me, the deer must of squared up to me straighter than I initially thought. A sapling was blocking the crease at the base of her neck and the inside of her left shoulder so I was relegated to keeping it as tight along her left shoulder as possible. The bullet entered the back half of her shoulder, went right back out the shoulder, took out 3 ribs in a row before ever entering the body. Thankfully there was just enough of an angle to get in, and not just rake back the side. Completely obliterated the left lung into a pile of soup, and destroyed the left side of the liver. I imagine by then the bullet was in pieces, I didn't find it and it never punctured the stomach.
The deer ran about 80 yds splashing blood that was easy to follow from I'm assuming her mouth because the entry was high and the bullet didn't exit. After I found her I called my Dad and made arrangements for him and my wife to get to the deer to take pictures. Dad will be 82 in January and he was smirking like a possum. I believe he got a big kick out of the whole deal. I'm gonna frame that picture for a keep sake along with the filled out tag. The gun hasn't been hunting in 40 yrs and I hope Dad lives to be over 100, but you never know, I could never get this opportunity again. That doe means as much as any buck I ever killed, trust me.
2 pictures of the deer and gun before Dad got there, and then the picture of me and Pop.
This is the rib entrance, I should've measured this, I bet it's a 3" hole.
The deer ran about 80 yds splashing blood that was easy to follow from I'm assuming her mouth because the entry was high and the bullet didn't exit. After I found her I called my Dad and made arrangements for him and my wife to get to the deer to take pictures. Dad will be 82 in January and he was smirking like a possum. I believe he got a big kick out of the whole deal. I'm gonna frame that picture for a keep sake along with the filled out tag. The gun hasn't been hunting in 40 yrs and I hope Dad lives to be over 100, but you never know, I could never get this opportunity again. That doe means as much as any buck I ever killed, trust me.
2 pictures of the deer and gun before Dad got there, and then the picture of me and Pop.
This is the rib entrance, I should've measured this, I bet it's a 3" hole.
