Khunter
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game on! Lovin’ it.
Low Density, High Hopes
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Johnny Bravo
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I going to make a turkey sammy from leftovers and when I get back there better be the next update….lol. Can’t wait for the grip and grin.
Day 4 - The Shot
About 5 minutes after sunset, I saw antler tips moving as he fed just out of view above the lip. I had ranged everything, and every possibility was between 75 and 95 yds. I continually peeked through the sights to line up the potential shooting lanes. He crept closer to the edge every couple minutes. I could see him licking the leaves off the tip of the bitter brush. One big step forward and suddenly he was broadside, but with a large rabbitbrush covering his entire midsection.
The clock was ticking, and as many of you know, those last 10 minutes of legal shooting light are pretty damn dark. This was either going to happen, or I was going to need to back out and try again tomorrow.
About 15 minutes after sunset, and therefore 15 minutes before last shooting light, and less than 5 before no longer being able to see through my sights, he stepped past the rabbit brush. I was not going to take a frontal shot, but I pulled the hammer back. In doing so, he either caught my hand or head moving, or he heard something, and took one more step past the rabbit brush, quartering to me at a 45 degree angle, his left side exposed and craning his neck in my direction. I lined up the best I could in the uncomfortably dark sights, and fired. Through the plume of smoke, I saw his antler turn as he wheeled away and dipped back into the PJs.
I ripped my ear pro out to listen for clues, but heard only a couple hoof beats then nothing. I waited 15 minutes, and moved up. Where he stood, I found first blood. I did not like the color.
About 5 minutes after sunset, I saw antler tips moving as he fed just out of view above the lip. I had ranged everything, and every possibility was between 75 and 95 yds. I continually peeked through the sights to line up the potential shooting lanes. He crept closer to the edge every couple minutes. I could see him licking the leaves off the tip of the bitter brush. One big step forward and suddenly he was broadside, but with a large rabbitbrush covering his entire midsection.
The clock was ticking, and as many of you know, those last 10 minutes of legal shooting light are pretty damn dark. This was either going to happen, or I was going to need to back out and try again tomorrow.
About 15 minutes after sunset, and therefore 15 minutes before last shooting light, and less than 5 before no longer being able to see through my sights, he stepped past the rabbit brush. I was not going to take a frontal shot, but I pulled the hammer back. In doing so, he either caught my hand or head moving, or he heard something, and took one more step past the rabbit brush, quartering to me at a 45 degree angle, his left side exposed and craning his neck in my direction. I lined up the best I could in the uncomfortably dark sights, and fired. Through the plume of smoke, I saw his antler turn as he wheeled away and dipped back into the PJs.
I ripped my ear pro out to listen for clues, but heard only a couple hoof beats then nothing. I waited 15 minutes, and moved up. Where he stood, I found first blood. I did not like the color.
