The first week of August I went out with Prince of Wales into the high country here on POW Island, looking for our little Blacktail deer. Dismal results, but it was a beautiful day. Later in the week, I went out with my 6 year old boy on a drizzly, wet day. We got about 200 yards from the truck, hiking up a muskeg bench when a doe and spike buck stood up. Since the freezer was empty, I took him with about a 30 yard shot from the .308 Model 88. We hauled him out after gutting him (Nat got to carry the heart and liver in his pack) and headed home.
The next day we went to the same area. this time we were probably 1/4 mile from the rig when I saw a deer up in a clear cut, watching us. I checked him out with the binoculars and saw a nice rack. That was at about 200 yards. I ducked into the trees and slipped up closer, stopping several times to check him out with the glasses. At about 100 yards and on the edge of the clear cut, we kicked up a doe who started walking up ahead of us. The buck started to act antsy so I aimed behind the shoulder and squeezed off. A clear miss. He just stood there looking at me, so I jacked in another round, aimed at his neck and connected. I purely like that neck shot, it puts them down like a sledgehammer!
Nat and I hiked up to where he was, and after a bit of searching found him. However, that nice rack turned into two small spikes! What had looked like antlers was dead branches in a bush behind him. We gave thanks to the Lord for the meat, and also that it really was a buck and not a doe (doe season doesn't start until mid October). We boned him out, the boy got to carry the heart and liver again and headed home. Quite a hunting partner. I can hardly wait until he is old enough to go up above timberline with me!
Rifle: 1956 Winchester Model 88, .308 caliber. Rust proofed in 1992 with Black-T finish over Parkerizing. Weaver 2 1/2 X fixed power scope.
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