ABOUT 35 YRS AGO I HUNTED WITH AN ELDERLY[89]GENT NAMED FRANK.IN MID NOV. I WAS TO MEET HIM EVERYDAY @ 09:30 HR FOR COFFEE AT A CERTAIN SPOT.IF HE WASN'T THERE I WAS TO LOOK FOR HIM TO EITHER HELP WITH HIS DEER OR RETRIEVE HIS CARCASS![X(]ONE DAY WHILE HAVING A CUP,A SMALL BUCK CAME RUNNING AT A SPEED SOMEWHERE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FAST. MY NEW BROWNING BOLT OLYMPIAN.338 MAG WAS LEANING ON FRANK'S CAR.AS THE DEER RAN INTO THE LAST 50 FT OF BUSH B4 IT REACHED THE FENCE, I GRABBED MY RIFLE AS FRANK SAID,"QUICK BOY! QUICK!" I GOT THE GUN UP & FIRED AS THE BUCK CLEARED THE FENCE.WE HEARD A HOLLOW SMACK & THE DEER WENT HEAD OVER HEELS INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.
AS I GAVE FRANK MY ARM & WE STARTED DOWN THE ROAD.HE SAID SONNY, THAT WAS THE BEST DAM SHOT I'VE EVER SEEN OR HEARD OF! I SAID "FRANK, I'VE SEEN YOU HIT A 5 GAL. PAIL AT 200 YD. OFFHAND,LAST YEAR & I WOULD SAY THAT'S COMPARABLE AS THAT LITTLE BUCK CAN'T BE MORE THAN 70 YD". HE TUGGED ON MY SLEEVE, AND THAT'S WHEN I NOTICED THE TEARS OF LAUGHTER RUNNING DOWN HIS CHEEKS."MAYBE SO JONNY, BUT I TOOK MY SCOPE COVERS OFF FIRST!"
HE HUNTED UNTIL THEY TOOK HIS DRIVER'S LICENCE AWAY AFTER A GIRL SAID THE REASON SHE SLID INTO THE DITCH WAS BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO HIT HER![:'(]HE DIED THAT SPRING AT THE AGE OF 96.I THINK OF HIM QUITE OFTEN.