I put on the 'stock' of all stocks and got to within 300 yards of this old herd bull chizzler exotic. I settled in on my bi-pod and ever so gently pressed the trigger. My scope picture was maxed out. The exotic was at the very bottom of my verticle crosshair. I could just see his eyelashes at the very bottom of the sight picture. When the rifle went off I didn't know if my shot was true. I continued my stock closer and closer assuming the animals had not bolted away.
When I got close enough for bare eyeball view I could see this old rascal laying down for the glow-in-the-dark dirt nap. What a stock, what a shot, what a beast! My only trophy is this photo. Just how could I explain to the armed guards about carrying out my mountable chizzler herd bull while hunting in restricted area 51?
I will never forget. The photo is my proof.
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