Went out with the rifle today, didn't have any luck par say. Had 2 does bedded that I snuck up to 12 steps on, put the crosshairs on the ones head, took a deep breath and lowered the gun. Just stood there and watched her, I knew she'd eventually run. And I kinda hoped she would I wanted to see her make it, her and another one were running together, little doe fawns. If I'd have taken my bow like I planned to, I would have left the Vulcan play a little string music, just because ANYTHING you kill with a bow to me is a trophy. There's no feeling like it. That is my addiction called bowhunting.

Ryan.