I've heard it said that self confession is good for the soul - I'm not sure about that.
I've had some bad days in the field hunting ghogs over the last 40+ years, fortunately not too many. Usually it's due to high cross winds or some distraction in my personal life. I have to admit at 69 years of age, my skill isn't what it use to be.
Well, I was out on Tuesday. The weather was perfect. Low 80's, winds light to non existent. They just cut the field two days again. Perfect! I set up at 3:30 PM on an "L" shaped tree line. Shots ranged from 120 yards to 250 yards from my position. Perfect for me and my heavy barrel 223 Weatherby Supervarmint master. This rifle is a 1/4 - 1/2 moa rifle with my H4895, Federal 205M primer, and Nosler 55 BT.
At about 4:15 first hog appeared, 218 yards. Very make able shot. He stood up giving me a perfect profile. I fired and missed. Twenty minutes later he appeared and I missed again. Ready rattled now wondering if the scope somehow got knock out. Ten minutes later he appeared again, crawling this time. Fired and missed again. Cursed myself for not bringing a second rifle. He disappeared - story to be continued.
Field when cold until about 6:00, crawler spotted at 240 yards. Sent the 55 Nosler and heard the classic "plunk". Hog down. I felt better but it was only temporary.
Ten minutes later one appeared at 208 yards, another crawler. Fired and missed. He disappeared in the the tree line for the evening.
Fifteen minutes later another one appeared at 221 yards. Fired and missed. This guy wasn't as smart. He came out again about ten minutes later and I missed again. Bad day, 7 shots, 1 ghog. Going down as my worst day ever.
A few minutes later one appeared at 227 yards. Another crawler, small hog, pup class. Fired and saw the tail death dance. Hog down. 8 shots, 2 hogs - not good but hopeful.
Another lull in the action. Sun dropping low in the sky. One pops up at 128 yards. Sure kill right? Wrong. He is sitting in high weeds bobbing up and down. Waited for him to some out. No deal. So I waited for him to pop up then shot. He disappeared. Figured I got him. Later when I went to check it out I learned that I missed him. At 128 yards!!! 9 shots, 2 hogs. Worse day ever!!
Guess what? The ghog I missed at 4:15 came crawling out again! The guy must have thought he was bullet proof or, more likely that the idiot with a rifle must be blind. I really took my time waited for a broad side shot. Fired and missed!! 10 shots, 2 hogs. Thinking an different hobby - bird watching maybe?
Something wrong with the rifle. Right? Next day I go to the range and fired ten shots, five at 100 yards, 5 at 200 yards. (range only goes to 200 yards). Result, 100 yards - group .456", 200 yards - group .812". Met the enemy - it's me not the rifle or scope.
Going back on Saturday - on a mission for redemption.
I've had some bad days in the field hunting ghogs over the last 40+ years, fortunately not too many. Usually it's due to high cross winds or some distraction in my personal life. I have to admit at 69 years of age, my skill isn't what it use to be.
Well, I was out on Tuesday. The weather was perfect. Low 80's, winds light to non existent. They just cut the field two days again. Perfect! I set up at 3:30 PM on an "L" shaped tree line. Shots ranged from 120 yards to 250 yards from my position. Perfect for me and my heavy barrel 223 Weatherby Supervarmint master. This rifle is a 1/4 - 1/2 moa rifle with my H4895, Federal 205M primer, and Nosler 55 BT.
At about 4:15 first hog appeared, 218 yards. Very make able shot. He stood up giving me a perfect profile. I fired and missed. Twenty minutes later he appeared and I missed again. Ready rattled now wondering if the scope somehow got knock out. Ten minutes later he appeared again, crawling this time. Fired and missed again. Cursed myself for not bringing a second rifle. He disappeared - story to be continued.
Field when cold until about 6:00, crawler spotted at 240 yards. Sent the 55 Nosler and heard the classic "plunk". Hog down. I felt better but it was only temporary.
Ten minutes later one appeared at 208 yards, another crawler. Fired and missed. He disappeared in the the tree line for the evening.
Fifteen minutes later another one appeared at 221 yards. Fired and missed. This guy wasn't as smart. He came out again about ten minutes later and I missed again. Bad day, 7 shots, 1 ghog. Going down as my worst day ever.
A few minutes later one appeared at 227 yards. Another crawler, small hog, pup class. Fired and saw the tail death dance. Hog down. 8 shots, 2 hogs - not good but hopeful.
Another lull in the action. Sun dropping low in the sky. One pops up at 128 yards. Sure kill right? Wrong. He is sitting in high weeds bobbing up and down. Waited for him to some out. No deal. So I waited for him to pop up then shot. He disappeared. Figured I got him. Later when I went to check it out I learned that I missed him. At 128 yards!!! 9 shots, 2 hogs. Worse day ever!!
Guess what? The ghog I missed at 4:15 came crawling out again! The guy must have thought he was bullet proof or, more likely that the idiot with a rifle must be blind. I really took my time waited for a broad side shot. Fired and missed!! 10 shots, 2 hogs. Thinking an different hobby - bird watching maybe?
Something wrong with the rifle. Right? Next day I go to the range and fired ten shots, five at 100 yards, 5 at 200 yards. (range only goes to 200 yards). Result, 100 yards - group .456", 200 yards - group .812". Met the enemy - it's me not the rifle or scope.
Going back on Saturday - on a mission for redemption.