THE NIMBLE MONSTER
Oct 08, 2019
4 minutes
BY FRANK MELLONI
I’ll never forget my first deer hunt in the thick woods of upstate New York. In my naiveté, I decided to bring the most accurate rifle that I owned, albeit the heaviest.
About three miles into the woods is when that 12-pound, heavy-barreled .308 Winchester really started to feel like, well ... 12 pounds. When I got to my buddy’s tree stand, I hobbled up the trunk to the makeshift 2x6 platform and hoisted this behemoth, my pack and everything short of a cup of coffee (which hurtled to the ground during this transaction) into my position and waited for first light.
Once that first crack of daybreak illuminated the horizon, I decided to take out my rangefinder and get
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