callshot
Blackhawk
We'll today was cold and clear. I hooked up with sixshot and we broke my new pickup truck in with a bunny hopper hunt. As usual Dick got the first shot. He never says much like that is how to do it. He is modest most of the time. He gives me raspberries over my driving, spellen and shooting. He didn't say anything today except I don't take very good pictures when he is holding an animal and a gun. It is really hard to take a good picture of some people. He will probably put his on here when he gets around to it. My first shot was at 24 yards and I missed it and two follow up shots. He was using a 32 Maggie and I was using my new 327 Federal single seven. I am afraid of guns and don't get comfortable until I get upset at myself and it takes a few shots to get that way. In a couple of minutes after I has walked left and right to see if he was hiding behind the sagebrush and seeing nothing I was just about getting pithed off at myself and got in the truck. Just then the wabbit came out again in the same place. I got out and missed again but the follow shot up unzipped him
We drove around some more. Not very good mileage going that slow. The bunnies are hard to see. They blend in with the snow, rocks, and sagebrush. We had fresh snow so we could see plenty of tracks. My second wabbit took me 3 shots but got him. With the 115 grain hollow point and 13 grains on H-110 and shooting somewhat into the setting sun it was hard to get a good sight picture but I was starting to get the hang of it. The third bunny was an easier shot but I forgot to put my ear muffs on and I missed again but not by as much because the follow up shot gutted him good. After walking down and getting them my pant legs were covered with burrs. My shorter leg didn't have quite as many as my longer pant leg. My rubber overshoes were full of snow and it was getting colder. My trigger finger is missing the first joint and gets cold easier. It makes for a good excuse every time I need one, even in the summer. We drove a short way and I saw another one. I hit it with one shot at 33 yards.
I went into the brier patch again and picked it up. More snow in my boots and stickers on my overhauls and gloves. I was having fun now!!!! We were loosing daylight and about ready to head for home when Dick spotted another one just above where the last one had met his maker. He said to shoot so I did. 1 shot and we could see him dragging his hind quarters behind the sagebrush. I had to go into the brier patch again. You know the story by now. When I got to where he was there was fur all over the snow for about a yard in a big circle and blood on the snow. It drug itself about six feet and down a hole. I poked stick in the hole for about two feet and couldn't feel the bottom or the bunny. That one mist have died after getting into the hole or be will freeze to death tonight after loosing a lot of fur and no back legs. It was measured at 46 yards. All shots by Dick and myself were off hand.
I took another picture of the gun and the hollow point bullet that was gas checked and powder coated. Notice the new grips I'm building. This isn't the first rabbit killed with a hand gun. Last spring I killed one with the .41 mag FA with 250 grain WFN. That didn't do as much damage as this little 115 grain hollow point.
I didn't get this posted until the next day. I have most of the stickers out of my pants and gloves by now. My trigger finger is starting to thaw out and I needed to cook some supper. This was another fun day in the worlds largest play ground with Dick and Steve
We drove around some more. Not very good mileage going that slow. The bunnies are hard to see. They blend in with the snow, rocks, and sagebrush. We had fresh snow so we could see plenty of tracks. My second wabbit took me 3 shots but got him. With the 115 grain hollow point and 13 grains on H-110 and shooting somewhat into the setting sun it was hard to get a good sight picture but I was starting to get the hang of it. The third bunny was an easier shot but I forgot to put my ear muffs on and I missed again but not by as much because the follow up shot gutted him good. After walking down and getting them my pant legs were covered with burrs. My shorter leg didn't have quite as many as my longer pant leg. My rubber overshoes were full of snow and it was getting colder. My trigger finger is missing the first joint and gets cold easier. It makes for a good excuse every time I need one, even in the summer. We drove a short way and I saw another one. I hit it with one shot at 33 yards.
I went into the brier patch again and picked it up. More snow in my boots and stickers on my overhauls and gloves. I was having fun now!!!! We were loosing daylight and about ready to head for home when Dick spotted another one just above where the last one had met his maker. He said to shoot so I did. 1 shot and we could see him dragging his hind quarters behind the sagebrush. I had to go into the brier patch again. You know the story by now. When I got to where he was there was fur all over the snow for about a yard in a big circle and blood on the snow. It drug itself about six feet and down a hole. I poked stick in the hole for about two feet and couldn't feel the bottom or the bunny. That one mist have died after getting into the hole or be will freeze to death tonight after loosing a lot of fur and no back legs. It was measured at 46 yards. All shots by Dick and myself were off hand.
I took another picture of the gun and the hollow point bullet that was gas checked and powder coated. Notice the new grips I'm building. This isn't the first rabbit killed with a hand gun. Last spring I killed one with the .41 mag FA with 250 grain WFN. That didn't do as much damage as this little 115 grain hollow point.
I didn't get this posted until the next day. I have most of the stickers out of my pants and gloves by now. My trigger finger is starting to thaw out and I needed to cook some supper. This was another fun day in the worlds largest play ground with Dick and Steve