The crosshairs were dancing all over the grassy field. “I need to settle down”, I thought to myself. In the scope’s field of view was a buck with the biggest rack I’ve ever seen while holding a loaded rifle.
Seconds earlier I saw two does run from behind a slight rise in the field. They didn’t seem too happy. I quickly relocated my shooting stick to a more useful position. Yup, just as I expected this big buck comes cruising around that rise. His head near the ground, he starts harassing the does. They are all just a few yards from a very thick and very wet swamp. “OK rifle, let’s get this done. The buck starts to slow down. The crosshairs start looking like they are gonna cooperate. He was a ways away, (later determined to be 145 yards) but not far enough to worry about any holdover. I am sitting on a five gallon bucket inside one of those pop up camouflage blinds. My first time in one, and I was glad to be out of the wind. Suddenly everything looks right….the buck is facing me with his head lowered and downslope. I squeezed the trigger. I swear that 700 Mountain Rifle in .280 can cause a disruption in the space/time continuum. The buck is dead on the ground before I feel the recoil. Handloaded 140 Sierra Game Kings with H 380 powder. A secret recipe I got from an old codger who worked in the Remington Custom shop when I purchased the rifle. (I was an employee at the time). I’m guessing that bullet zips right along near its upper range, but is also super accurate and super effective.

This happened at 3:50 in the afternoon of opening day (2021) just a few weeks ago. I was thinking about it as I drove home from work. I gave my wife a call to tell her my ETA. Twenty minutes later I pulled in the driveway and glanced at the Christmas tree glimmering in the window. We didn’t bother getting a real tree this year ( my wife hauled the one from the attic and set it up) as our favorite place was closed due to supply chain issues (ugh, really? Even the damn trees were affected by the virus. But, the fake one looked very nice and I saved myself the cost of the tree, which I found out was almost double this year.

I walked into the kitchen and there waiting for me in its usual ceramic lowball was a scotch old fashioned. “You sounded like you could use one”, Wifey said.
“Ha, you know me too well”.
She even got a fire going in the big fireplace. It was cocktail hour, that somewhat choreographed ritual that we sometimes participate in after a long week. I was informed that she was going to cook a small venison roast from my opening day success. Yay, things are definitely looking up.

So there I sat in my lair, sipping on the world’s best old fashioned, warming myself by the fire. Figuring I had a little time to kill I flipped on the TV and caught the opening sequence to Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone. Oh goody, I LOVE these old shows. I was hooked after the first minute. After 15 minutes I realized I was watching pure genius. Who was the actor portraying the main character, I wondered. He looked vaguely familiar. I had seen him before. This was filmed in 1959, six years before I was born. The drink was gone, the show was over. I hope they roll the credits and don’t cut to a commercial. Ed Wynn… that’s the guy. Name didn’t sound familiar. Down the rabbit hole I go. A few quick articles on the internet and I have the basic story. Vaudeville, radio, TV, film, both comedy and drama. His son was Keenan Wynn. I always liked Keenan Wynn, go figure. Walt Disney was one of his pall bearers, that should tell ya something. On his grave is Dear God: Thanks… - Ed Wynn. Hmm, very cool.
Preparation for tonight’s dinner being mostly done, Wifey decides to join me by the fire.
“Hey, if you want a Vesper, I’ll join ya.”
“What gin ya gonna use Hon?”
“Plymouth.” She says.
“Certainly.” Says I.

That delightful sound of a cocktail shaker jingles into the living room from the kitchen, a better tune than any of those old worn out Christmas songs that incessantly stream out of the radio at this time of year. Haven’t any of the DJs heard of Mariah Carey or Harry Connick Jr.?

My better half walks in holding the drinks. We clink and I said, “Here’s to Ed, rabbit holes and the .280.”
She sees my eyes twinkle while she rolls hers.
Her reply?
“And a very Merry Christmas, Mr Scrooge, in keeping with the situation.”

The recovered .280 Game King, after passing through a good length of the spinal column weighed 79 grains. The roast, reversed seared and deglazed with cranberry wine sauce, was out of this world. I have a good idea what I want my tombstone to say……

Nice story. I owned a Ruger M77R in .280 Remington back in the early 1980's. I used to handload a 140 grain Sierra on top of a maximum charge of Norma MRP powder. It was a real tack driver. I shot a buck that was working his way down a slope facing towards me. He had his head down grazing. When he looked up for a second I squeezed the trigger. The bullet entered the center of his chest and he did an instant face plant not even taking one step. The bullet exited between his shoulders. That's a great round without a doubt. I'll bet venison roast for Christmas was wonderful.

A wonderful story. Right up to the point there are no Pictures

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Good story........Another .280 shooter here too.

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I never did shoot a .280 but I am a huge fan of the 30-06. I don't care for the .308, I figured if I'm going to shoot a 30 Cal go with the original that won both world wars. I own 4 rifles in '06 including an M1 Garand.

I think if I had to buy something smaller I would go with the .280 over a .270 even though Col. Cooper would disagree lol.

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Been several years since I tagged out with a 280. The truth is, with the possible exception of big brown bears, you can hunt anything in the America's with a 280. However the same can be said about many other calibers as well. If I only owned one rifle the 280 would be as good as any and better than a lot of others.

Have never owned a .280 but the round has always intrigued me. I do have a stainless Winchester M70 action that would make a perfect start to a .280.

Hmmmmm....

Great story!
Also a 280 fan. Mine is a custom pre 64 M70

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Another .280 fan here. The 140 gr.over H4895 works for me. Beautiful deer and an understanding wife. Another good combination.

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I own 3. An XTR Featherweight push-feed, A Classic Fthwt, and a Mountain Rifle. The push-feed has been with me to Wyoming for Pronghorn, Idaho for Elk, and S. Africa for Plains Game (largest critter=Gemsbok). I have an `06 too but always grab the .280 for larger game. I think there is little game that will fail to fall for a 160 Partition or similar.

Nice deer. .280, as good a cartridge as any and better than most. I actually had a Remington 760 in 7MM Express. Later renamed the 280 Remington.

I don't handload, but if I did the .280 Remington would very likely be my go-to hunting round. As it is, I'm satisfied with my meager battery of 30-06 and .243 centerfire rifles.

Don

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