Our rifle season began 1 November. Spent nearly every day since in the hills. Saw white things waving good bye, over and over and over and over again. A couple of times nearly had a shot, but no. Today it all changed. A bunch of deer ran toward me, instead of away from me. However, before i managed to get a shot off, they all ran off chased by a buck. I stood there lamenting my misfortune, and contemplated whether i should trail after them. Then i decided there was a chance i might get a shot, if i trailed them. After i took a few steps uphill after them deer, here they came running back, and stopped just above me. There was nothing to brace my rifle on so i figured i would try a free hand shot. When i threw my Omega up, i was surprised how steady the cross hair appeared, and managed to squeeze the trigger. The deer dropped right there, and i reloaded.











The entrance hole.




Lungs damaged by 300g deep curl.





The exit hole.






Interior of chest cavity with 2" holes through ribs in and out.






Looking back up hill to the kill site, after kinda pulling the deer down hill, and getting out of the way.