Its a big day. Today is the start of Alabama's youth hunting weekend... and my oldest son's first deer hunt. We've got a fantastic spot. Big food plot with so much deer sign it makes you wonder if we aren't feeding the deer population of half the county. On wednesday we came to scout and when we drove up in the afternoon there were 7 deer and 14 turkeys in the plot.
I know there is debate over the viability of the .223 as a deer round... but I find those that disapprove have generally never used one for such... and the only stories they've heard came from their grand-dad in the 70s.
Bullets technology has changed. Winchester Ballistic silvertips for example... 55 grains... 3200 fps. An inch after impact they've expanded to half and inch in diameter. So basicly you're blowing a .50 caliber hole through the heart and lungs. The fact is... inside 150 yards.. a well placed .223 will drop a deer just fine. And that's what Jeb will be shooting today. Now... odds are we're gonna be on the does today... and the deer down here in lower Alabama aren't like the deer up in TN or KY... they are little like West Virginia deer. I mean the biggest deer down here that the old timers even know about being shot was 290 pounds. Contrast this with Michigan deer that are known to be upwards of 400. Plus we'll be shooting around 70 to 100 yards.
If Jeb gets one there are all kinds of rituals out there. Prayer obviously... and in the old days ya tasted the animal's blood. Down here its tradition to use the blood like war paint on the shooter's face.
Ok kids... let's hear your First Kill stories.
rained out. It poured on us all day long... and of course... 20 minutes after we head back to camp it stops raining... and the deer all come out. I hate deer. Man do I hate deer. The wasn't totally lost... Jeb did kill the hell out of an armadillo just for spite. Good shot. Blew it to hell and gone.
Back at it tomorrow.