Originally posted by storch
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hmmm. the only gun (long arm not in a safe) at hand is my sheridan .177 air rifle. I grab it pump it 10 times chamber a pointy lead pellet and open the door.
Great weapon actually. Before I moved out of town I kept one handy for neighborhood varmints (I lived close to a fact food chicken joint whose dumpster attracted many feral cats which had obnoxious behavior) and used it to eliminate literally dozens of them in the 3 years I was there. Perfectly matched weapon/target that.
Originally posted by storch
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all of the racoons scatter but one, a big male and he goes up on his hind legs and hisses. from about 30 feet in the dark I aim at his head and fire.
Comment: depending on the target's size (I'm thinking the coon is prolly bigger than the average cat) I often loaded two pellets. Chamber one open the bolt and a second will feed no prob (did in my .177 Sheridan anyway). Little less velocity but at <30' no prob, and I liked the knockdown power on a running target (I use center mass aimpoint when they're moving).
Originally posted by storch
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it was a very lucky shot indeed.
Man that's a cool feeling ain't it? (I mean that "Use the Force" and it worked thingy)
Most satisfying trigger pull I have ever made was while hunting in a drawn-lot whitetail deer hunt on a nearby federal refuge (they use hunts to manage population in years when forage is heavy).
I'd spent two days walking the ground scouting in the month prior. I knew where I wanted to be at daylight - walking in a dry flood control ditch a couple of miles from the road where I'd found several beds and fresh sign. I entered the area at gate open time (twilight -30) and navigated to my ditch using moonlight. I arrived where I wanted to start the hunt at twilight (don't ya love it when a good plan works?
So, here I am slowly stalking down the ditch, stealth mode. I went less than a quarter mile, and was rewarded with a close flush. Fat doe, she spooked from about 50 feet in front of me and took off headlong across a salt grass pasture, 90 degrees heading from the ditch, an interesting deflection shot.
JUST as I mounted, she slowed JUST a hair and looked back. I swear to God, the next is true. Just as I achieved weld with my cheek to the stock, before beginning sight alignment (target in scope but no focus on crosshair yet) I inadvertantly squeezed a hair more on the trigger than I meant to (was just trying to take the slack up, borrowed weapon, not familiar enough with it, shouldn't have done that, oh well, anyway....)
The .270 discharged, her rear legs kicked all the way forward bringing her hooves adjacent her shoulder blades, and she crumbled. All engines full stop. She stayed in place, no twitch. Amazing.
I paced it at 120 yards. Entry wound was exactly 4 inches directly aft the point of the shoulder, a perfect heart shot. I couldn't have done better if I had sighted the shot.
I credit it partly to luck, partly to mechanics (after all, you mount enough times and you develop good habits, I'd been shooting long guns regularly and often for 20+ years at that age of my life). But I can still remember well (it was 20 years and 4 months ago almost to the day) the feeling of awe at what had just occured. Truly a precious moment in my life.
Friggin b*tch damn near killed me, she was fatter than hell and I had never tried to drag a deer through salt grass before - that plan went to hell ("I'll take a rope in my waist bag and drag it out") and I ended up having to heft her up on my shoulders and carry her the 2 miles back to the road. Took me a couple of hours with many stops LOL!
Don't get me started, I love this stuff
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