Bambistew
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At 13 years old, I shot and killed a nice (140ish) 5x5 whitetail buck that was on a dead run. I jumped him out of the willows and he took of running up a small hill to my right. I swung my M700 243 on him and pulled the trigger. I don't even remember aiming. The shot was about 90-100 yards, and I hit it right behind the ear. My grandpa was watching from about 300 yards away from the pickup. It must have been amazing shot because he told that story to all his friends for years, and my grandpa had killed more stuff than the plague. I wish I could relive that hunt one more time, with a camera along. Just one more hunt with my grandpa would be something to remember. I miss that guy. I don't' even have the rack anymore. I made it into a candelabra.