Groundhog day massacre
Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2011 3:43 pm
What do you do when you come home: 1) after being stuck in traffic
2) there is nothing on tv
3) you have already read through all the gun and fishing forums during ahem...work?
By some strange coincidence, you are well stocked on ammo and yer magnum rifle can shot a groundhogs gonads at a hundred...
So you wink at the dog so that he puts on his hearing protection and set out.
The first one that pops his head out, is down, the blighter spins like a top though.
First blood and you suddenly get the urge to pop another one.
And sure enough you get the chance for a neck shot.
Hold...hold steady breathe, watch the crosshairs at the 250 and that means adjusting for a gusting crosswind...hmmm...squeeze and again the strange circular dance.
The psycho in me is now fully unleashed, let's add one more...and sure enough a few steps and a strange hippo dances in the grass...soon he will sleep with the fishes.
Cocking the rifle as quietly as I can I wait for him to stop gabolling, the PH slides a cigar shaped round just in case.
After all scope wasn't a leupold neither my rifle a H& H double.
The wind stopped just as the hippo did.
What followed next was the most classic shot in the annals of big game history.
The hippo tumbled nay did a somersault with the roar of my magnum.
In fact he did it twice in slow motion.
Just thenthe ph morphed back into a labrador and I hear the whistle of the steam kettle.
Time to trot along and brew some of the finest Assam tea and then pull the boots off.
Regards,
Dev
2) there is nothing on tv
3) you have already read through all the gun and fishing forums during ahem...work?
By some strange coincidence, you are well stocked on ammo and yer magnum rifle can shot a groundhogs gonads at a hundred...
So you wink at the dog so that he puts on his hearing protection and set out.
The first one that pops his head out, is down, the blighter spins like a top though.
First blood and you suddenly get the urge to pop another one.
And sure enough you get the chance for a neck shot.
Hold...hold steady breathe, watch the crosshairs at the 250 and that means adjusting for a gusting crosswind...hmmm...squeeze and again the strange circular dance.
The psycho in me is now fully unleashed, let's add one more...and sure enough a few steps and a strange hippo dances in the grass...soon he will sleep with the fishes.
Cocking the rifle as quietly as I can I wait for him to stop gabolling, the PH slides a cigar shaped round just in case.
After all scope wasn't a leupold neither my rifle a H& H double.
The wind stopped just as the hippo did.
What followed next was the most classic shot in the annals of big game history.
The hippo tumbled nay did a somersault with the roar of my magnum.
In fact he did it twice in slow motion.
Just thenthe ph morphed back into a labrador and I hear the whistle of the steam kettle.
Time to trot along and brew some of the finest Assam tea and then pull the boots off.
Regards,
Dev