Post by dmize on Dec 4, 2011 22:27:04 GMT -5
We are in doe season in Missouri. Went out yesterday and saw two bucks that were illegal during the regular season. Didnt make it out this morning because of bad wind direction for my stands. Got back from church and loaded 250 357 Mag rounds and the watched some Audie Murphy movies on The Western Channel.
Bout 2:30 I headed to the timber on a neighbors farm. I was tempted to take one of the 480,s or even the 41 but decided to take Zeus the Desert Eagle,there is an open field on this ground and with my monopod walking stick I am confident for a 100 yard shot.
I picked a spot under some cedar trees that I could get a shot at deer as the traveled out of the field and thru the timber to the feeding area. I carefully moved some leaves away so I could move around if need be in total silence. Not much was moving except for 4 limits of squirrels and a flock of turkeys that went to roost. I sat there thinking about lots of simple things from the preachers sermon that morning,how much fun I had and how many hundreds of squirrels I had killed in this patch of woods,to the impending end of the world.
Had to smile about one time when a gray squirrel was in the cedar tree about 20 yards in front of me and a doe and 2 fawns were feeding peacefully at its base when I blasted the squirrel. I also thought about comments on here about handgun hunting and enjoying the experience and not just the kill.
Well daylight finally sucumbed to the creeping darkness and I kissed goodbye the first season in 29 years that I wasnt going to fill a firearms tag.
As I got up,I carefully stalked out into the open field,anxiously glassing everywhere with my binocs looking for the deer that just had to be there,but wasnt. As I was slowly making my way towards the house lost in thoughts and oblivious to the world I happened to see a black blob that just seemed out of place. Just as it seems I figured out something was out of place,white stripes and an errect tail became apparent.
I stopped as tho the ground froze around my feet and started to back up,not sure why but the stripped blob decided to charge. Audie instantly came to mind,but with the Millet Red Dot Zeus didnt fit into a normal holster and the stab at my side yielded nothing but empty belt,as I was back peddling I remembered and made a grab at the cross draw setup that the improvised T/C holster had left me with. I hit the safety strap but the mighty iron hung in the flimsy holster,as I was trying to retreat I hit a terrace and fell backwards just as Zeus finally cleared Cordura. My furry attacker was still heading straight for me.
My trusty Peltor muffs went silent at the sound of the safety coming off,I pointed the massive pistol towards the oncoming source of embarassment,put the dot on the charging beast and dropped the hammer on the CCI 300 and full charge of H110,much to my suprise I hit just under it at about 15 yards and watched in shock as the 335 grain hollowpoint lifted it about a foot in the air,I was even more shocked when it hit the ground,found another gear and continued in the same direction, I was still flat on my back,I tried desperatelty to put the dot on its head a squeesed off yet another round. This one found its mark as my opponent flew backwards and layed quite still and I was surrounded by the musky smell of victory.
About the time I was able to get to my feet I was greeted by a stampede of Hereford cattle that apparently didnt like the fireworks and concussion of a 50 AE going off. It was about then that the Peltors turned back on again and I heard a rustling in the leaves SOMEWHERE, as I was looking around to find the source,I saw yet another striped tailed critter headed straight towards me,at about 20 yards he stopped,I very carefully (this crap is costing me about a buck a shot) put the dot right on the end of his nose,I purposely pulled the trigger straight back as tho I had one shot left and a T-Rex on the other end. At the pull of the trigger I was greeted with a mighty kaboom and a big ball of fire and an even stronger cloud of stench.
It appeared from a distance that the big hollow point caught him dead center of the chest,then penetrated him completely,totally gutted him and I AM POSITIVE it ruptured his scent glands and then left a hole about the size of a coffee can in the damp clay soil.
I left the field today feeling good in the knowledge that a 50 Desert Eagle will definately handle a skunk with just 1 carefully placed shot and skunks will apparently thoughtlesly charge blaze orange objects,fireballs and loud noises.
Due to above circumstances I hope you will forgive my failure to post pics.
And my appoligies to Sixshot.
Bout 2:30 I headed to the timber on a neighbors farm. I was tempted to take one of the 480,s or even the 41 but decided to take Zeus the Desert Eagle,there is an open field on this ground and with my monopod walking stick I am confident for a 100 yard shot.
I picked a spot under some cedar trees that I could get a shot at deer as the traveled out of the field and thru the timber to the feeding area. I carefully moved some leaves away so I could move around if need be in total silence. Not much was moving except for 4 limits of squirrels and a flock of turkeys that went to roost. I sat there thinking about lots of simple things from the preachers sermon that morning,how much fun I had and how many hundreds of squirrels I had killed in this patch of woods,to the impending end of the world.
Had to smile about one time when a gray squirrel was in the cedar tree about 20 yards in front of me and a doe and 2 fawns were feeding peacefully at its base when I blasted the squirrel. I also thought about comments on here about handgun hunting and enjoying the experience and not just the kill.
Well daylight finally sucumbed to the creeping darkness and I kissed goodbye the first season in 29 years that I wasnt going to fill a firearms tag.
As I got up,I carefully stalked out into the open field,anxiously glassing everywhere with my binocs looking for the deer that just had to be there,but wasnt. As I was slowly making my way towards the house lost in thoughts and oblivious to the world I happened to see a black blob that just seemed out of place. Just as it seems I figured out something was out of place,white stripes and an errect tail became apparent.
I stopped as tho the ground froze around my feet and started to back up,not sure why but the stripped blob decided to charge. Audie instantly came to mind,but with the Millet Red Dot Zeus didnt fit into a normal holster and the stab at my side yielded nothing but empty belt,as I was back peddling I remembered and made a grab at the cross draw setup that the improvised T/C holster had left me with. I hit the safety strap but the mighty iron hung in the flimsy holster,as I was trying to retreat I hit a terrace and fell backwards just as Zeus finally cleared Cordura. My furry attacker was still heading straight for me.
My trusty Peltor muffs went silent at the sound of the safety coming off,I pointed the massive pistol towards the oncoming source of embarassment,put the dot on the charging beast and dropped the hammer on the CCI 300 and full charge of H110,much to my suprise I hit just under it at about 15 yards and watched in shock as the 335 grain hollowpoint lifted it about a foot in the air,I was even more shocked when it hit the ground,found another gear and continued in the same direction, I was still flat on my back,I tried desperatelty to put the dot on its head a squeesed off yet another round. This one found its mark as my opponent flew backwards and layed quite still and I was surrounded by the musky smell of victory.
About the time I was able to get to my feet I was greeted by a stampede of Hereford cattle that apparently didnt like the fireworks and concussion of a 50 AE going off. It was about then that the Peltors turned back on again and I heard a rustling in the leaves SOMEWHERE, as I was looking around to find the source,I saw yet another striped tailed critter headed straight towards me,at about 20 yards he stopped,I very carefully (this crap is costing me about a buck a shot) put the dot right on the end of his nose,I purposely pulled the trigger straight back as tho I had one shot left and a T-Rex on the other end. At the pull of the trigger I was greeted with a mighty kaboom and a big ball of fire and an even stronger cloud of stench.
It appeared from a distance that the big hollow point caught him dead center of the chest,then penetrated him completely,totally gutted him and I AM POSITIVE it ruptured his scent glands and then left a hole about the size of a coffee can in the damp clay soil.
I left the field today feeling good in the knowledge that a 50 Desert Eagle will definately handle a skunk with just 1 carefully placed shot and skunks will apparently thoughtlesly charge blaze orange objects,fireballs and loud noises.
Due to above circumstances I hope you will forgive my failure to post pics.
And my appoligies to Sixshot.
