trying to be a bwana once again
Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 3:56 pm
So there I was sitting in my stand, cradled across my lap was my magnum game getter. It had been zeroed in just two evening ago and was going to hold an inch up at my shooting distance. The morning had been cool and as I sat in wait, it became very still. Soon a fly began to buzz and the trickle of sweat slowly burnt its way thru my eye.
I sat motionless trying to distract myself with the thoughts of the shaitan. They had lost all fear of man and had begun to habituate unusually close. The thought of a child straying into their turf gave me nightmares. As I almost went into a sleepy stupor a flicker of yellow appeared.
Apparently, some people can move slithering silently like a snake,well I can't. Anyway witha creak of the ungreased elbow, I clicked the safety off. It sprung back into position like a ninja shadow. My rifle was naturally oiled better than I was, anyway i digress.
So the shaitan appeared slowly, I moved the rifle slowly with the scope coming to my eye in one practiced move. The wind had picked up and I was worried, you see my mind was trying to figure out where to hold the crosshair. An inch up yes, but left or right for the wind?
The shaitan now turned broadside to me and as my mind screamed," shoot damn you," my finger moved like a snail on a tar road. I was also trying to allow for the second bead of sweat. All my instincts were alert, I aligned the crosshair and squeezed the trigger. As it has been said before, you don't feel the recoil in the heat of the moment. The beast vanished from sight. Had I missed?
As I went ten feet ahead from where I was sitting I realised that my aim had been
true. I took a deep breath of satisfaction, as I realised that the world was safe again from the yellow shaitan. I was wondering about the trophy shot when SWAMBO walked in. " Put your QB 78 away and run before the other wasps realise it was you."
Dev
With apologies to the spirit of Jim Corbett.
I sat motionless trying to distract myself with the thoughts of the shaitan. They had lost all fear of man and had begun to habituate unusually close. The thought of a child straying into their turf gave me nightmares. As I almost went into a sleepy stupor a flicker of yellow appeared.
Apparently, some people can move slithering silently like a snake,well I can't. Anyway witha creak of the ungreased elbow, I clicked the safety off. It sprung back into position like a ninja shadow. My rifle was naturally oiled better than I was, anyway i digress.
So the shaitan appeared slowly, I moved the rifle slowly with the scope coming to my eye in one practiced move. The wind had picked up and I was worried, you see my mind was trying to figure out where to hold the crosshair. An inch up yes, but left or right for the wind?
The shaitan now turned broadside to me and as my mind screamed," shoot damn you," my finger moved like a snail on a tar road. I was also trying to allow for the second bead of sweat. All my instincts were alert, I aligned the crosshair and squeezed the trigger. As it has been said before, you don't feel the recoil in the heat of the moment. The beast vanished from sight. Had I missed?
As I went ten feet ahead from where I was sitting I realised that my aim had been
true. I took a deep breath of satisfaction, as I realised that the world was safe again from the yellow shaitan. I was wondering about the trophy shot when SWAMBO walked in. " Put your QB 78 away and run before the other wasps realise it was you."
Dev
With apologies to the spirit of Jim Corbett.
Good one! Reminds me of a short post I made on my 