257 Weatherby Lazermark Custom 120gr. Sierra Game Kings 

It was a few years back that a few of us made a big hunt in the Central part of the state to chase some Mulies. It was an unusual hunt as we would work a ranch that we had access to for exotics and this was the first time for chasing Mulies on this place. This rancher is now gone into the wild blue yonder. He was all about horse trading for hunting privileges as ranchers are. He would take in new truck parts to keep his trucks running, never a rifle as he would always be loyal to his old Savage 7mm Mag., with the cracked and screwed together stock.

The picture as attached to this story was a pretty good buck for the area and came with a goofy finish on this hunt.

We had been working the back country where no roads existed, working from an old Jeep just taking it easy. All of a sudden two of us spotted this buck about 150 yards out just as daylight were emerging. Out of the jeep and both us taking aim on this buck, both shoot, with the LT getting his shot off a millisecond faster than I. In the time frame I had taken better aim and hit the buck in the chest – lung area and LT grazing the buck in the lower front leg. Hmm! Battle being over with the kill shot taking the buck, I took off in a dead run to the buck!   The trusty 257 Weatherby once again proved to be the ultimate killing rifle, which it has done so many times…

I was so focus on the buck being on the ground and not moving that I did not bother to see in front of me or what my feet were doing. I ran head on into an old barbwire fence to my surprise and that fact I was now lying on my back. As I hit the fence with my quads I bounce backwards from the fence. Hey I could run the 100 in 10.5 at the time! Getting up, with everyone laughing at my antics, I quickly looked down to see my Levis ripped and blood running down my legs. Ok! I was ok and I got the buck and was very pleased with him, EXCEPT that he was sickly looking. Ticks had gotten to him and most were the size of a dime and had taken everything out of him. The meat was definitely no good to eat and a shame as to what the fate of this dandy buck would have been if I had not shot him.

The rest of the hunt was great and everyone tagged out on good bucks, which most hang in their homes to this day.