It was the first Friday of the Pennsylvania rifle season, and I only had a half day of school. The night before I made plans to take my girlfriend's oldest brother Glenn hunting to try and get him a deer. We got out of school at noon, and we were out in the woods hunting by 2 p.m. I decided to set up in a area where a lot of deer trails connect together to form one big trail heading into a feeding area.
I’ve been able to shoot different guns over the last few years, some with better results than others. But at the end of every experience, I keep coming back to one thing—I really like my 870.