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So I'm sitting in an oak tree at Bull Creek WMA. It's shortly after sunrise and cold. I'm dressed in camoflage and holding a Browning sar(some call it bar) chambered in .308 caliber. The rifle is topped with a 1x4x40mm Nikon scope. The stock has been lightly rubbed with steel wool to kill the gloss. And the formerly shiny blue barrell has been parkerized to a flecky grayish appearance.So anyway, there are occassional shots being fired in the 25 thousand acre preserve as it is the general gun hunt. But I don't see any other hunters. All of a sudden, this weird buzzing sound comes zipping past the tree. And I know intuitively that it is a bullet fired from some distance away.....an odd sound for death.

I'm trying to get the proper date to register in the Last Post heading on the Forum Index page. It's showing: something 1969.

Interesting coincidence. I killed my first deer at Bull Creek and it used to be "Shotguns Only" for the very reason you stated. Too much open land to stop a bullet. I also worked at the check station there one season. At the time it just had a grey metal building that served as the check station with bunk beds in the back. It had a two plate electric stove and a hand-pump for the water about 10' out on the side of the shed away from the WMA.

Cool. I loved that place. I got my first wild hog with a bow there. I used to do all my gun hunting with a shotgun until a friend got me interested in rifles. Rifles are probably overkill, but they sure bring down the game and without a lot of excess bloodshot meat.

Yeah, places like that made FL a great place for a boy to grow up.

So ya went and growd up, eh? Well, growin up ain't fer me. Course then ya got to consider women and combing yer hair and such......a chore to be certain. But the fruits sure look sweet. Maybe on second thought I ought to do me a little growin too.