God shined on me 11-5. We were not having a good hunt on the 3rd rifle in Colorado. I was ready to hang it up after going from low farm ground to 10,500'. This guy showed himself at 6:40AM on my 49th birthday. The shot was quartering away slightly moving, the .270 Encore, with 130 grain Triple Shock Barnes X did its job going in about the 4th or 5th rib, exiting the opposite side just in front of his shoulder. His lungs were mush.
