Cloudy night with a big moon equaled weird dogs tonight. At the end of the first set we had a quick shot at a late arriving dog and it sounded like a hard hit. Ended up running into the woods. That’s hunting. Later in the evening we had another late arrival and the stars were aligned. Rory was pointed that direction when a big ole male came in and stood at 53 yards. The old Colt AR dropped him right there. Nice shooting Rory! Met some very nice folks and their company made the night that much better.
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