Post by 4ward on Nov 10, 2023 8:36:33 GMT -5
Last Saturday morning I was sitting on the porch, coming off a nasty cold that had me laying on the couch for 2 days. I started plinking and adjusting my boys old pellet rifles for something to do. When I got done with them, I decided to clean off their old .243 that has been sitting for 3-4 years now. Gave it a good wipe down and made 1 60yrd shot that was dead center about 1”low, just right.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and I had just enough time and energy to get out to the woods for a quick sit. I decided “what the heck” and grabbed the little gun. Got settled in about 4:15 and nothing was moving at all, one of those dead silent evenings. Could have heard a squirrel fart.
At 5:05 a doe and 2 fawns stepped out at 25 yrds from the ground blind, I still can’t get over how the hell they can do that without making a single sound in heavy cover. I’m sitting a 90 yard old fire lane that is about 12’ wide, tight quarters but it has worked over and over again for many years now. Within seconds, the doe starts looking away from me down the lane, the third time she popped up and looked away I had a pretty good idea what was coming. While she is doing that I start to shoulder the gun and before I get on the scope I see him step out at 80 yards.
Then everything was just super quick. Doe bolts out, buck locks up and gets jittery, I count 3 on one side and put it on his chest. Drilled him quartering to me inside the front shoulder, he did a front flip, got to his feet again and did a stiff legged flop. It was 5:10.
So… we got a little more meat in the freezer, I gave y’all something to read about and I justified why I keep all these guns around.
I think I’ll pull out the .06 tomorrow and go for a repeat 🙂.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and I had just enough time and energy to get out to the woods for a quick sit. I decided “what the heck” and grabbed the little gun. Got settled in about 4:15 and nothing was moving at all, one of those dead silent evenings. Could have heard a squirrel fart.
At 5:05 a doe and 2 fawns stepped out at 25 yrds from the ground blind, I still can’t get over how the hell they can do that without making a single sound in heavy cover. I’m sitting a 90 yard old fire lane that is about 12’ wide, tight quarters but it has worked over and over again for many years now. Within seconds, the doe starts looking away from me down the lane, the third time she popped up and looked away I had a pretty good idea what was coming. While she is doing that I start to shoulder the gun and before I get on the scope I see him step out at 80 yards.
Then everything was just super quick. Doe bolts out, buck locks up and gets jittery, I count 3 on one side and put it on his chest. Drilled him quartering to me inside the front shoulder, he did a front flip, got to his feet again and did a stiff legged flop. It was 5:10.
So… we got a little more meat in the freezer, I gave y’all something to read about and I justified why I keep all these guns around.
I think I’ll pull out the .06 tomorrow and go for a repeat 🙂.
