DIRT Farmer
01-29-2013, 12:27 AM
It started out as one of those days, woke up with stomach troubles but head out and get the morning work in. I finished up still felt like that "stuff" and thought about ploping in the chair but I knew the tube would only make things go down hill. I had three coyote snares still out and needed to check the back side of the farm.
I picked up the bubbaed 93 Mauser carbine and filled the magazine. No need to get serious I just needed a walk.
I pulled the snares and tossed a few limbs in the fence row, watched three does wander out of the CRP ground and feed around they didn't really spook when they saw me, just wandered off. I was starting to feel better and noticing more of what was around me. I saw a squrriel run up a tree on the fence line and thought about it as I like to eat squrriel but the Lee 135 over 10 grains of green dot at that angle seemed like a bad idea.
The ground had not completly thawed through and was soft, sloppy going still the futher I walked the better I felt. I was heading in when a squrriel ran up a tree about 10 feet almost twenty yards from me. Low and behold a willow almost ten inches through was in a direct line behind him. I closed the bolt, steddied the sights and pulled the trigger. There is some thing to be said for using enough gun. And for making a perfect neck shot when that was what I intended. Feeling like a new man I headed in. Did I say I really like to eat squrriel?
I picked up the bubbaed 93 Mauser carbine and filled the magazine. No need to get serious I just needed a walk.
I pulled the snares and tossed a few limbs in the fence row, watched three does wander out of the CRP ground and feed around they didn't really spook when they saw me, just wandered off. I was starting to feel better and noticing more of what was around me. I saw a squrriel run up a tree on the fence line and thought about it as I like to eat squrriel but the Lee 135 over 10 grains of green dot at that angle seemed like a bad idea.
The ground had not completly thawed through and was soft, sloppy going still the futher I walked the better I felt. I was heading in when a squrriel ran up a tree about 10 feet almost twenty yards from me. Low and behold a willow almost ten inches through was in a direct line behind him. I closed the bolt, steddied the sights and pulled the trigger. There is some thing to be said for using enough gun. And for making a perfect neck shot when that was what I intended. Feeling like a new man I headed in. Did I say I really like to eat squrriel?