i got my brother to go out with me one year and in our part of the woods we get does and lots of them but i told him where to sit and where they would come from and just past sun rise time to start pushing bush he sees a cow not 30 feet to the side then no thats a deer and he shot with my .270 i was 50 feet down the tree line and jumped then herd him say Lyall, (thats me) is it down i yell back b/c a guy in town lost one like that. he keeps saying he got one till i get their and as i pull out my knife to gut it the last bits of life came out so i jumped on its back and cut the neck to the bone b/c i saw no blood the bullet enterd in the rib 1 inc from to low and it left with a hole the size of the bullet it was the rib that cut the heart, liver ect i even found some corn in the chest it was 200lbs and a 5x6 (a nine pt for all you in the usa) the best i have ever seen, so now i think... why did i ask him to come with me if i was 50 ft down the tree line?
oh yeah the look on his face, the look of a hunter