bonedogg
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Our ram stands and the rest do so in sequence. He turns quartering to me, turns his head and I feel like its the best time to send one. Still a guess on distance as my rangefinder is dead.
Boom. miss.
sheep scatter
Boom miss. sheep comeback together into a group
My son says you are shooting low
my ram steps away from the group to lead them up the mountain
Boom. hit. I take out his back leg, shattered and hanging on. WTF??!!
reload
Boom. miss.
Boom. miss.
The more I miss the more i started to shake.
Boom miss, boom miss. boom miss..............
Now I'm freaking out as something isn't right... Is the gun off, did it get bumped on the way up, how many bullets do I have left, whats the actual distance, did I pack 10 or 8 shells.....I'm thinking i packed ten but realize i only have 8 and the ram comes out of a cut and beds within 125yds. He is sick and drooling and can't put pressure on that back leg, its no bueno for him. He lays down and gets back up a few times. I have no more bullets and I am sure he's gunna die but I cant stay here all night. What if he dies in the dark and tumbles past me and I don't see where he goes? At that moment my phone rings and my buddy below asks, did ya kill him? There were alot of shots he says....... I say no, ram isn't dead and I need your gun ASAP!!!
At this moment I was scrambling, I ain't gunna lie. My son looks at me and says, "I'll go get Ken's gun". I was enamored and knew he was right, someone had to watch the ram and someone needed to meet ken on the way up and get that gun to me, and it was him. I have asked that kid to do a few things in the past and I got that look all of us dad's have seen....not this time, and I was proud!!
Boom. miss.
sheep scatter
Boom miss. sheep comeback together into a group
My son says you are shooting low
my ram steps away from the group to lead them up the mountain
Boom. hit. I take out his back leg, shattered and hanging on. WTF??!!
reload
Boom. miss.
Boom. miss.
The more I miss the more i started to shake.
Boom miss, boom miss. boom miss..............
Now I'm freaking out as something isn't right... Is the gun off, did it get bumped on the way up, how many bullets do I have left, whats the actual distance, did I pack 10 or 8 shells.....I'm thinking i packed ten but realize i only have 8 and the ram comes out of a cut and beds within 125yds. He is sick and drooling and can't put pressure on that back leg, its no bueno for him. He lays down and gets back up a few times. I have no more bullets and I am sure he's gunna die but I cant stay here all night. What if he dies in the dark and tumbles past me and I don't see where he goes? At that moment my phone rings and my buddy below asks, did ya kill him? There were alot of shots he says....... I say no, ram isn't dead and I need your gun ASAP!!!
At this moment I was scrambling, I ain't gunna lie. My son looks at me and says, "I'll go get Ken's gun". I was enamored and knew he was right, someone had to watch the ram and someone needed to meet ken on the way up and get that gun to me, and it was him. I have asked that kid to do a few things in the past and I got that look all of us dad's have seen....not this time, and I was proud!!










