Before you all call BS on me, let me say that it was probably a fluke. I don't think I could do it again given infinate chances. Yet, just last night I took my 338 down to the field and fired a few shots at 200 yards. I was shooting in the setting position with my sling snugly around my elbow and forearm (just like dad taught me so many years ago). I waited for my breathing to settle and to "get in the zone" mentally. I squeezed three shots of in relatively short order and got up to see how it looked. I walked the 200 paces to my target to find a nice little clover leaf pattern with the edges touching in the center of the orange bull.[
] I figured I should quit while I was ahead and didn't shoot anymore. I guess "ole killer" is itchin for the elk woods too!
