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The day I got my bow tag filled.....I'd sat in the rain for quite a while and was getting cold..........to the left of me, 50 yards, I saw the BigBoy we've all been after.....he crossed the creek and had 2 ways to go...right to me or away..Of course he went the other way..........Probably heard my heart thumping in my throat.............. Hit the Grunt a few times to coax him back, and this one came in.
I'd prefer a shot at him with a bow, but I won't be sad if he'll stand broadside at 20 yards in front of my Winchester either.
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