Post by callshot on May 2, 2014 18:04:27 GMT -5
Yesterday we finally got the sun to come out. I went out to where there was 4 bee hives that I am teaching a friend to raise. There are some whistle pigs and squirrels there so I took my NWH Barranti rig with the 44 Special and went for a walk about. When I got up to a field of alfalfa I spotted something running for cover. I couldn't tell if it was a badger or rock chuck at first. When it had run over to some rocks I could see what it was. It stopped under a sage brush where he must have thought I couldn't see him. He was almost as big as ol'e sixshot and I could see him just fine. I walked a bit closer and got the range finder out and shot a reading. It was only 92 yards so I put the revolver on him and remembered that once Dick had told me to hold some front sight and tickle the trigger. It is almost second nature to me by now. I sent a 215 grain FERMINATOR cast buttet with 7.5 grains of unique his way. Of course it was callshot brass and I was holding my toungue just right. He just slumped forward and never went anywhere. I walked over and took his picture for the obituary. The bullet went in just below his eye into the neck. How about that a FERMINATOR bullet with a neck shot . If I remember Fermin don't have a neck. I sat him up on the rock just over his home so it looked like he was just resting in the sun.
On the way out of the field I saw a squirrel sitting on top of a mound of dirt flipping me off with both front paws! . Wrong thing to do when I was all warmed up, primed and ready to explode. I ranged him at 22 yards so I didn't need to hold any front sight. He got the same medicine as the whistle pig. It hit him just behind the head in the neck or just slightly below the neck. He flipped about 5 feet into the air, did a full summer salt and landed on his back a few feet away from where he was previously flipping me off. When I got to him I heard him say that he was glad to have been killed by someone using callshot brass. That wasn't really true, because he didn't say a word or chirp at all after eating some lead. I took his picture for the obituary and placed him back on top of the mound of dirt to finish his sun bath. I put my gun into the Barranti rig and went over to see if sixshot was home. He was in his reloading room doing what he always does and looked at the pictures and just said "Is that the first thing you have hit with that gun?" He knows better than that! After a hard day afield I retired to my home and rested up for the next safari. All is well that ends well or something like that. Steve
No pictures here because you have all seen things like that before and they were a little grew-some.
On the way out of the field I saw a squirrel sitting on top of a mound of dirt flipping me off with both front paws! . Wrong thing to do when I was all warmed up, primed and ready to explode. I ranged him at 22 yards so I didn't need to hold any front sight. He got the same medicine as the whistle pig. It hit him just behind the head in the neck or just slightly below the neck. He flipped about 5 feet into the air, did a full summer salt and landed on his back a few feet away from where he was previously flipping me off. When I got to him I heard him say that he was glad to have been killed by someone using callshot brass. That wasn't really true, because he didn't say a word or chirp at all after eating some lead. I took his picture for the obituary and placed him back on top of the mound of dirt to finish his sun bath. I put my gun into the Barranti rig and went over to see if sixshot was home. He was in his reloading room doing what he always does and looked at the pictures and just said "Is that the first thing you have hit with that gun?" He knows better than that! After a hard day afield I retired to my home and rested up for the next safari. All is well that ends well or something like that. Steve
No pictures here because you have all seen things like that before and they were a little grew-some.