Post by contender on Sept 6, 2020 8:55:38 GMT -5
Ok, you asked for hunting stories to enjoy while recovering.
I have a pair of them.
First one.
A few months ago,, I was working in my range house,, and my truck was parked on the flat concrete pad at my shooting shed. It held my guns. I know, I know,, a gun should be on the hip,, to make sure opportunity isn't lost. But there I was,, unarmed,, and a local scoundrel & thief made it's presence known. Sitting in the tree directly above my truck,,, cawing away,,,, mocking me,, was a crow. Yep,, those rascals are as welcomed as a badger in a pasture around here.
Trying to act nonchalant,, as I came out of my range house,, trying not to look directly at the crow,, I casually walked to my truck. All the while,, thinking,, "Just give me the opportunity!" I was able to open the door,, slip my Ruger MKII .22 Comp-Target model out of it's holster,, (yes,, it was handy,, in the truck,) and thought,, "Just a few more moments!"
As I was standing in the open door of my truck,, with that dirty bird cawing at me,, mocking me,, I slipped my gun up & over the top of my cab. Just as I was settling the sights,, that bird decided he had mocked me long enough, and took off. I quickly snapped a poor shot,, and missed him. Dang it! But my doorgunner skills kicked in,, and tracked that bird immediately,, and at the second shot,, he folded like Warren Buffet's wallet! That dirty bird didn't make it 15 ft from the tree before that Federal .22 slug punched his ticket. And a buddy of mine who collects skulls & skeletons got a call. Did he want another crow. Well, it's still in my freezer,, awaiting my buddy's recovery & eventual mounting.
Scratch one varmint!
My second story,, happened yesterday.
I had work to do on my gun range. I had a Kubota skid steer loader to use for the day. Two of my pistol bays were in need of serious dirt removal from all the spring & summer rains. I had a few tons of dirt to remove,, as well as repairs to the road to my two lower bays. A good friend who owns the Kubota,, allows me the use of it,, in partial exchange for rent. Well, this Kubota is a nice newer one,, enclosed cab,, A/C, and NICE to operate. So I began my work. Fist,, I'd dig a bucket of dirt,, and move it to the roadbed,, where I'd put in a lot of stone fill recently. This road is next to a shed I use to store some of my stuff, including my ATV. I was making a trip with a full bucket,, when I spotted another vermin,, worse than a crow. A field rat,,!!!!!!! Rats enjoy chewing wires, holes eating stored gran, etc,, and in general,, cause more problems than Rosie Odonell at a buffet. I usually keep their numbers down using traps,,, but apparently,, this rat hadn't found my traps yet.
He ran out from under the shed,, saw me coming,, and darted back under the shed. DRATS,,,,,,,,,, Didn't even have time to whip out the Ruger,, or push up the cab door. I figured he was long gone.
Nope,, he was back out when I came through a couple of loads later. Again,, he darted under the shed,,, causing me to curse a little,, thinking,, "What's he doing?" Then it dawned on me,, There is a persimmon tree dropping fruit right in the road/trail I'm fixing. Well, a plan was formed,, for a patient stand hunt. So,,, I dumped my load,, went back for my next load,, and before I got too close,, I stopped the Kubota. I eased up the cab door,, and slipped the Ruger from it's holster,, which was laying beside me. And I waited patiently,, as any good deer stand hunter can. Sure enough,, it wasn't long,,, I spotted movement,, as that rat was checking things out for another dash for a persimmon. I pulled the Ruger up,, as just as that rat stopped to grab a bite,, I squeezed off a carefully aimed shot,, and Mister Rat flopped about 2 ft downhill! Mister rat will no longer find my shed as his haven. Plus,, I'll be moving a few traps into that area again.
So,, while I await the real hunting season,, I figured I'd share these two little ones.
I have a pair of them.
First one.
A few months ago,, I was working in my range house,, and my truck was parked on the flat concrete pad at my shooting shed. It held my guns. I know, I know,, a gun should be on the hip,, to make sure opportunity isn't lost. But there I was,, unarmed,, and a local scoundrel & thief made it's presence known. Sitting in the tree directly above my truck,,, cawing away,,,, mocking me,, was a crow. Yep,, those rascals are as welcomed as a badger in a pasture around here.
Trying to act nonchalant,, as I came out of my range house,, trying not to look directly at the crow,, I casually walked to my truck. All the while,, thinking,, "Just give me the opportunity!" I was able to open the door,, slip my Ruger MKII .22 Comp-Target model out of it's holster,, (yes,, it was handy,, in the truck,) and thought,, "Just a few more moments!"
As I was standing in the open door of my truck,, with that dirty bird cawing at me,, mocking me,, I slipped my gun up & over the top of my cab. Just as I was settling the sights,, that bird decided he had mocked me long enough, and took off. I quickly snapped a poor shot,, and missed him. Dang it! But my doorgunner skills kicked in,, and tracked that bird immediately,, and at the second shot,, he folded like Warren Buffet's wallet! That dirty bird didn't make it 15 ft from the tree before that Federal .22 slug punched his ticket. And a buddy of mine who collects skulls & skeletons got a call. Did he want another crow. Well, it's still in my freezer,, awaiting my buddy's recovery & eventual mounting.
Scratch one varmint!
My second story,, happened yesterday.
I had work to do on my gun range. I had a Kubota skid steer loader to use for the day. Two of my pistol bays were in need of serious dirt removal from all the spring & summer rains. I had a few tons of dirt to remove,, as well as repairs to the road to my two lower bays. A good friend who owns the Kubota,, allows me the use of it,, in partial exchange for rent. Well, this Kubota is a nice newer one,, enclosed cab,, A/C, and NICE to operate. So I began my work. Fist,, I'd dig a bucket of dirt,, and move it to the roadbed,, where I'd put in a lot of stone fill recently. This road is next to a shed I use to store some of my stuff, including my ATV. I was making a trip with a full bucket,, when I spotted another vermin,, worse than a crow. A field rat,,!!!!!!! Rats enjoy chewing wires, holes eating stored gran, etc,, and in general,, cause more problems than Rosie Odonell at a buffet. I usually keep their numbers down using traps,,, but apparently,, this rat hadn't found my traps yet.
He ran out from under the shed,, saw me coming,, and darted back under the shed. DRATS,,,,,,,,,, Didn't even have time to whip out the Ruger,, or push up the cab door. I figured he was long gone.
Nope,, he was back out when I came through a couple of loads later. Again,, he darted under the shed,,, causing me to curse a little,, thinking,, "What's he doing?" Then it dawned on me,, There is a persimmon tree dropping fruit right in the road/trail I'm fixing. Well, a plan was formed,, for a patient stand hunt. So,,, I dumped my load,, went back for my next load,, and before I got too close,, I stopped the Kubota. I eased up the cab door,, and slipped the Ruger from it's holster,, which was laying beside me. And I waited patiently,, as any good deer stand hunter can. Sure enough,, it wasn't long,,, I spotted movement,, as that rat was checking things out for another dash for a persimmon. I pulled the Ruger up,, as just as that rat stopped to grab a bite,, I squeezed off a carefully aimed shot,, and Mister Rat flopped about 2 ft downhill! Mister rat will no longer find my shed as his haven. Plus,, I'll be moving a few traps into that area again.
So,, while I await the real hunting season,, I figured I'd share these two little ones.
