Just came back from the
coldest deer hunt I can remember up in New Hampshire's Great North Woods with
my M03 in .308. This M03 was born as a Stutzen, but I later added a regular
.308 barrel to it.
Freezing my face off... I think it was -3F (-19C) when starting Friday after Thanksgiving.
There was plenty of fresh tracks in the snow, so no doubt animals were around.
But sitting still in such cold was not easy.
But the wait paid off in the end!! Suddenly
I hear something to my left. A little 6
pointer jumps up in front of me, maybe 20 yards away. And he just stands there for a good 30
seconds, having a staring contest with me, wondering what I'm doing in his neck
of the woods. Then he makes a jump, a
little bit further into the woods, and again stares as me (probably because I
look like an idiot with all the crazy clothes on me). All this time, I’ve been sitting still like
frozen (which I also was), afraid that even the slightest movement would scare
him off, so the rifle is resting on my shooting stick and my leg.
But then he turns his
head away for a moment, giving me an opportunity to lift the rifle up and cock
it. Bang! As always, if I can do my part, the M03 will perform
flawlessly and .308 being plenty for a whitetail, he dropped right where he was
standing. He even made a little snow
angel.
A few hours later back at the hunting lodge. We were all so very happy that Mr. Deer decided to come for dinner!