Well, last evening Sonny pulled off a winner...as usual.

Anyhow, he has a knack for killing big-racked whitetails. He's been hunting alone now for a few years and has knocked over some way back in the boonies by himself, with the extraction a mighty feat alone, but this one was a breeze!

He was sick as a dog {you can't tell in the picture...}, lost his voice and hacking and coughing, but took off from college and barely had time to get to his previously-scouted spot covering a scrape in a dark patch of woods not too far from the house here. In fact, he changed into his hunting clothes on the side of the road by his pickup before he headed into the woods, and forgot his boots to-boot!

Nevertheless, his instincts paid off. After sitting under a tree for about 1 1/2 hours, he got about a 70-yard shot thru a narrow lane in the timber. Slightly angled shot {exit shows in the pic}, critter ran about 20 yards and dropped. Pulped the lungs and clipped the liver. Rifle; Ruger M77MKII Left Hand. Scope; Burris 3x9. Caliber/Load; .30-06, 180 grain Winchester Bulk Round Nose bullet {a great bullet} over H4350 powder.

I had just got home from sitting a stand on the ranch when he arrived and dragged me out to go collect it. The Rascal!

Best of all {for me

}, I could just barely get the ATV to the thing and we got it out whole!

Not quite his biggest, but yeah, I'm proud of him!