jds holler
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Day begins with the early service at church. Then home to do a little custom work on Sammie's rifle. She's had a little trouble with no cheek weld for off-hand shooting -- scope too high, face too small. We combined our Okie skills and come up with a good solution.
That done, we headed to the nearby "squeak fields". Squeak is the local name for ground squirrel, and descriptive of one of the common noises they make.
Weather was in the forties, both temp and wind. There were squirrels out, but not a ton, and we had to set up and wait quite a while for them to start popping up. I wanted Sam to have a crack at a nice close one for the best chance of a clean shot on her first kill. The squirrels wouldn't cooperate, and she finally spotted one at a good distance and took the shot. I didn't see the hit, but definitely heard it. "THWOCK" A look with the binocs revealed a squeak doing the death flop.
Well, I suggested sitting still and taking more shots, but she'd have none of it. We had to go retrieve the kill.
I really couldn't believe how far it was - 85 freakin yards!! And a perfect boiler room shot. She was proud, and I was even prouder. However I refrained from putting a smear of skanky rodent blood on her cheeks.
A few minutes after getting set up again, she made a shot on a close one, busting his punkin.
Sammie started pestering me to do some shooting, so I unlimbered the trusty Bee, and sploded a few.
By this time the wind was screaming so hard we could hardly keep our hats on, so we called it a day, and headed back for food and drink. We both killed only a couple squeaks, but couldn't have been happier if we'd have killed a hundred. In a few years, maybe we'll have this kind of fun with her first buck. And with that one I'll be smearing her cheeks with blood.
jd
That done, we headed to the nearby "squeak fields". Squeak is the local name for ground squirrel, and descriptive of one of the common noises they make.
Weather was in the forties, both temp and wind. There were squirrels out, but not a ton, and we had to set up and wait quite a while for them to start popping up. I wanted Sam to have a crack at a nice close one for the best chance of a clean shot on her first kill. The squirrels wouldn't cooperate, and she finally spotted one at a good distance and took the shot. I didn't see the hit, but definitely heard it. "THWOCK" A look with the binocs revealed a squeak doing the death flop.
Well, I suggested sitting still and taking more shots, but she'd have none of it. We had to go retrieve the kill.
I really couldn't believe how far it was - 85 freakin yards!! And a perfect boiler room shot. She was proud, and I was even prouder. However I refrained from putting a smear of skanky rodent blood on her cheeks.
A few minutes after getting set up again, she made a shot on a close one, busting his punkin.
Sammie started pestering me to do some shooting, so I unlimbered the trusty Bee, and sploded a few.
By this time the wind was screaming so hard we could hardly keep our hats on, so we called it a day, and headed back for food and drink. We both killed only a couple squeaks, but couldn't have been happier if we'd have killed a hundred. In a few years, maybe we'll have this kind of fun with her first buck. And with that one I'll be smearing her cheeks with blood.
jd
