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welcome. Before we headed out, I showed them my rifle mount and how it attaches to my electric wheelchair. Then I showed them how my rifle attaches to the mount and how my extended trigger attaches to my rifle. They were impressed. We put on a ton of miles that first day, bouncing around endless buttes and valleys. It was hard to absorb it all. We saw deer that first day, but Nick was disappointed we didn’ t see more. We did find one buck I could have tried for, but Nick assured me of something bigger.
That first day I really didn’ t care about seeing deer. I was in my element driving through that land of history. Nick promised me the next
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day that I’ d be able to secure another item-- to ford the Little Mo with my pickup.
The next day was windy, 30 mph with higher gusts. It wasn’ t long and we were staring at the Little Missouri. Nick and Sam crossed first in Sam’ s pickup, we followed in mine. I didn’ t think it was going to be as deep as it was, since there had been little rain. It was up to the floorboards, at times a little higher. The opposite bank was steep with deep ruts. We slid off the high points and stopped. So we backed down into the river and this time we gave it the onion. It worked. We continued exploring.
I don’ t know how those guys spotted so many deer. They would
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stop and glass and point out deer. Most of them I didn’ t see them. Soon, another river crossing that wasn’ t as sketchy, but just as much fun. There were deer here and there high on the side-hills and one buck I would have tried for, but he ran like the wind for some reason.
Darkness was closing in and we started heading back to the ranch. This meant fording the river two more times. I was in heaven.
Nick invited us back the next day to try to fill my tag, but I knew my body couldn’ t take another day of bouncing around. Sadly, I had to decline. I told him I’ d be back in the future though, then headed back to the motel.
The next day Sam had a plan to hunt closer to town. He and his buddy Brady had some land we could get on.
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I was still in bed when Sam called me. He had a buck bedded down just off the road. I could hear the wind howling outside my room and I knew it was going to be a sketchy day shooting. We packed up and Brad, Shelie and I headed out west. It wasn’ t long and we ran into Sam. We made a plan to drive past the buck, then I would get out of the pickup and get the rifle mount and rifle strapped onto my wheelchair. This time we’ d use his. 300 Norma Mag with 230 grain Berger bullets. Sam said the heavier bullet would cut the wind a lot more than the 150 grain bullets I was shooting from my. 270 Tikka.
It was brutally cold, around 25 degrees and wind at 40 mph. I was shivering uncontrollably. We were using my pickup as wind protec-
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