LAST EDITED ON Oct-22-07 AT 10:40AM (MST)[p]The little man was all for taking the velvet forky. I'm packing my lever action, Winchester, model 94 30-30. The poor little buck was a good sixty yards out. I wasn't sure I could make a clean hit at that distance. Lol!
On the way home we stopped to let the boy fire his .410. He set up and was prepared to let some BB's fly when I noticed he was pointing his gun in an unsafe direction. I went over and started to explain the problem. He quickly took notice of the situation and said "ok dad, I'll just shoot over yonder." Meanwhile uncle spinks had wondered off into the brush to empty himself. The little guy spun around and lined out on Spinks.
It's a good thing he has had some training. He saw spinks and pointed the gun to the ground. He said " Dad, did you want me to shoot spinks?" Spinks was a ways off and the fact it was a .410, I suspect it would have been a less than lethal shot.
We had a good laugh over it. Well, everyone except uncle spinks. He didn't see the humor.
It's good you are having tag soup this year. I'm going to eat mine and so is Fin. I went out yesterday evening and spent time in an area we used to hunt. I saw well over 150 head of deer. I counted about five yearling bucks and nothing bigger than a 2x3. If your a deer on the Southern region "life is cheap!"