Once when I was with my dad we were walking on the wide open hills and suddenly a buck ran right below us. My dad shot at three times and he only hit it once in the lung. Then it ran out of sight. We walked over to where it went. When we sat down to talk on the walky talky we spotted the buck lying perfectly on the hill side. When we were about 5 feet away from the buck it got up and tried to go up the hill but it couldn’t so it came at my dad and I. Luckily I jumped out of the way. When it was right in front of dad running at him my dad shot it 2 times when the buck fell down the hill knocked the rifle out of my dad’s hand. This time it was dead for good.
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