The New Deer Rifle
Well, I’ve got a new deer rifle rifle– went down to the farm over the weekend to get it. I’d promised O.T. I’d be down first week in August for it. O.T. called earlier in the week to ask about my health, so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. O.T. had a heck of a time getting the safe open. He blamed bad eyes, but it was obvious it more than that. He’s had his last hunt.
We spent a long time talking about how it used to be. We were up on the front porch looking out over the cavernous hollow where he did the bulk of his deer hunting. Imagining O.T., rather a slight man, schlepping a 200 lb buck out of that jungle kind of boggles the mind, but O.T. was a tough old bird–a WWII Navy vet. Somewhere down in that hollow there is the abandoned town of Browningsville. O.T. is the only man I know that can remember Browningsville. I know the road that goes down there. I need to get there some day before the memory of O.T.’s tales start to fade.
O.T. had the rifle over thirty years– longer than I’ve been deer hunting. He has three nice racks up on the wall, and each one had a story to it. Finally Angus and I realized it was getting late and it was time to get back to town.
He said 100 grainers and 120 grainers shot equally well. The scope hasn’t changed zero in 30 years. He gave me a box of Remmie 100 grain Corelokts to put in the case, along with the minty looking manual for the early Aimpoint scope and the battery. I’ll put up a pic when I can.
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