Well, this old man was able to fill his Mule Deer Doe tag, this year. After hunting the first 2 days, and having to quit, because of medical problems, I couldn't take the altitude. You see I have Parkinson's' Disease and acute bronchitis, yeah, I tote one of those O2 bottles where ever I go, but at age 74 I'm too young to give up hunting. The week after the opener, I was talking to a co-worker, Phil Hiller and we discussed the possibilities of going North again to Wells, NV. for the last 3 days of the season. We decided to stay at a motel, and we left work at noon on Thursday. Friday we worked an area that I had hunted before, near Angel Lake, but never laid eyes on a deer. Most of this area is large ranches. After spotting deer in the late afternoon, and requesting permission to hunt, I began to get tired of hearing polite refusals. Then there was one rancher who granted us permission. There were 3 Doe that we could see and after a short stalk, I laid my Mini-14 across the top rail of pole gate. All I had to do now was to control the tremors from the Parkinson's'. With the cross hairs dancing all over the place, I started to breathe in a regular pattern and the tremors just about stopped. At this time, I was having a problem getting a sight picture on the largest Doe. Then she stepped clear of the other 2 and I settled the cross hairs on what I thought would be perfect shot placement, just as Phil said to me 137 yards. I still don't remembering squeezing the trigger, only that the sound of the shot sounded 1/4 of a mile away. At the sound of the shot, she hunched up, turned toward me, took two hops, the third hop, her hind legs went out from under her, and there were a few front leg kicks, as she was DRT. After gutting her we went back into town to eat. Then we realized that since we were staying at a motel, we would have to find a place to skin her. This was solved by a guy that Phil met a few years earlier. The three of us about froze during the skinning. We then found that the hand loads I was using worked great. The bullet shattered the right front leg, blew out the top of the heart, and left a nickle sized hole in a rib on the left side. All said and done, it sure made the 800 mile round trip worth while.
I have the Red jacket on and Phil the head band. The top pic of the heart is the entry wound and the bottom pic the exit wound.
River Rat 68 Great story.
Here's a pic of my 580 Mini ranch. Always loved the mini 14 and in 2011 I finally decided Ok it's time to stop the wanting and start the buying. The only things I wanted to do to it was put a small scope on it and change the the upper forearm/ heat shield to wood. So I went with a 2X TRU GLO red dot for the scope. The wooden heat shield was not so easy to accomplish. I looked everywhere for one with no luck, so I orded a unfinished one for a M1A. After many hours of cutting the height, length, and channeling out the inside for the barrel differences, staining and poly coating this is what I ended up with. It almost looks like M1 carbine when the scope is not on it.