Rick in Oregon
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The weather here recently has been crap. Not 'springlike' at all with wind, rain and even snow. Our annual 'Rat Rodeo' was more like an Arctic armed adventure than a rat shoot. So when I awoke to clear skies and decent temps, it was time to take a rifle for a walk to a friendly local ranch with a chuck problem. The "Rifle of the Day" was my Cooper M38 Phoenix 221FB with the 40gr Nosler VG, RL-7, 7-1/2, in Lapua brass for just over 3,100 fps, shoots this load in the low .2's.
The walk in to the junipers and rock piles:

A neat little buck oblivious to me, too busy munching on tender spring buds. Looks like he'll be a fork horn this year:

After spotting a large chuck on a rock pile in the far high corner of the property, trying to get a decent shot position was almost impossible due to the target being about 30' higher than my position, so lying prone only resulted in a stiff neck and spring grass only visible through the scope. The chuck busted me trying to sneak to a better position for a shot, so once I got to almost the same elevation as the rock pile, I laid down and waited. You can see the rock pile at just left of center in the tree opening. Range was only 144 yards, easy peasy for the little Furball.

When the chuck finally came back out and laid out on a rock looking to my left, I put the crosshairs between the eye and ear and pressed the 10 oz Jard. Thwop!

Results as expected. A decent morning too that let me escape chores a bit longer. Seems there's always more chores than shooting somehow.
The walk in to the junipers and rock piles:

A neat little buck oblivious to me, too busy munching on tender spring buds. Looks like he'll be a fork horn this year:

After spotting a large chuck on a rock pile in the far high corner of the property, trying to get a decent shot position was almost impossible due to the target being about 30' higher than my position, so lying prone only resulted in a stiff neck and spring grass only visible through the scope. The chuck busted me trying to sneak to a better position for a shot, so once I got to almost the same elevation as the rock pile, I laid down and waited. You can see the rock pile at just left of center in the tree opening. Range was only 144 yards, easy peasy for the little Furball.

When the chuck finally came back out and laid out on a rock looking to my left, I put the crosshairs between the eye and ear and pressed the 10 oz Jard. Thwop!

Results as expected. A decent morning too that let me escape chores a bit longer. Seems there's always more chores than shooting somehow.
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