Some of my earliest memories are of tagging along behind my Dad and a couple of his brothers right after WWII and feeling cold, as I carried one of the rabbits they'd shot. The beagle would... Read more
I was hunting in Campbell Co. WY, out of Rumph Ranch in Biddle, MT. I glassed the buck at about 600 yards, grazing with others, just before last light. I could tell by comparison with the others, that this one was big. After a long stalk to get within more practical shooting range, I shot him at 200 yards. The 120 gr. Nosler dropped him in place, fired from my Brownin... Read more