BREAKIN' IN THE .243
I finally broke my five year dry spell - shot a button buck opening day gun season... I'd about given up after five disappointing years of no game to my credit. I ached to break in the .243 my husband had given me for Christmas last year. So we got up at four a.m. for the one and a half hour drive to our Truman Lake spot. Walking in, a young man met me on the path up the hill, sweaty and smiling and out of breath. Told me if I was lookin’ for the 8 point that he shot it. But I had no way of 'lookin' for that buck he referred to since my husband and I had arrived only a few minutes ago, Mr. Ed was surely half-mile deep in the timber ahead of me by now, as usual, confident that I'd find my own special spot. Puzzled or amused, I must have looked as though I wanted the story, the young man bursting at the seams to tell the first person who'd stand still to listen. R...