Doe season, 1981. Savage 340C in 30-30.

I was sitting on the top of a hill over-looking a big hollow. Sense something behind me. It was a heard of doe and the lead one is big. I decided to mount the gun and spin around in one motion.

I hit the deer a little far back. But my old man tracked that sucker until he found it. Came back to the cabin and got me.

We got the doe mounted.