BromBones
09-25-2010, 11:51 AM
It was around 9:00 am when I spotted some movement, off to the north at the end of the field. A quick check got my excitement level up - there were two of them! And they were staying put, for now at least.
Sllinking back to the house, I went inside and grabbed my 300 WSM and a couple rounds. Now for the difficult task - I had 25 yards to cover in open ground and I'd risk being spotted. But I had to cover that ground to get into a shooting position. No point holding back, just do it, I thought to myself.
Creeping across the front lawn with the skill and silence rivaled only by a barefoot indian, I made it safely to the woodpile. Getting the rifle set up and ready to make the shot, I followed by a quick check with the rangefinder. 129 yards, an easy shot with these conditions. Settling the crosshairs, and holding just a hair low, I touched off the trigger.
My 300 WSM barked, and launched a 150 grain Barnes TTSX down the field. At the bullets impact, the crow pretty well exploded. There were chunks and black feathers flying everywhere. A well placed shot, but there was no time to celebrate. At least not yet.
His partner, at the sound of the shot, took off and flew back to the west. I watched and waited, only to find the dumb SOB landed in a tree some 200 yards away. "Not far enough, Bonelips", I mumbled to myself. I swung the rifle over, and again took a reading on the rangefinder. Nothing. Try again... still nothing. What a piece of shit. Gotta be 240 yards away. One last check with the Leupold and bingo, 229 yards. Whew, good thing I had the rangefinder!
Holding a wetted finger in the air to check the wind, as often seen in the movies, I concluded that the wind was indeed blowing. Couldn't really tell which way though. :? I settled the crosshairs in the upper 1/3 of his body and fired. I could hear a faint 'thwack' as the bullet found its mark, and the crow did a slow tumble out of the tree. Perfect, I thought. That'll put an end to their cat-food thievin' days.
I sent the dog out to retrieve the second crow, to use as a warning sign for future cat-food thieves. He came back 12 minutes later with a worn out leather glove. Close enough.
Cheers :-D
Sllinking back to the house, I went inside and grabbed my 300 WSM and a couple rounds. Now for the difficult task - I had 25 yards to cover in open ground and I'd risk being spotted. But I had to cover that ground to get into a shooting position. No point holding back, just do it, I thought to myself.
Creeping across the front lawn with the skill and silence rivaled only by a barefoot indian, I made it safely to the woodpile. Getting the rifle set up and ready to make the shot, I followed by a quick check with the rangefinder. 129 yards, an easy shot with these conditions. Settling the crosshairs, and holding just a hair low, I touched off the trigger.
My 300 WSM barked, and launched a 150 grain Barnes TTSX down the field. At the bullets impact, the crow pretty well exploded. There were chunks and black feathers flying everywhere. A well placed shot, but there was no time to celebrate. At least not yet.
His partner, at the sound of the shot, took off and flew back to the west. I watched and waited, only to find the dumb SOB landed in a tree some 200 yards away. "Not far enough, Bonelips", I mumbled to myself. I swung the rifle over, and again took a reading on the rangefinder. Nothing. Try again... still nothing. What a piece of shit. Gotta be 240 yards away. One last check with the Leupold and bingo, 229 yards. Whew, good thing I had the rangefinder!
Holding a wetted finger in the air to check the wind, as often seen in the movies, I concluded that the wind was indeed blowing. Couldn't really tell which way though. :? I settled the crosshairs in the upper 1/3 of his body and fired. I could hear a faint 'thwack' as the bullet found its mark, and the crow did a slow tumble out of the tree. Perfect, I thought. That'll put an end to their cat-food thievin' days.
I sent the dog out to retrieve the second crow, to use as a warning sign for future cat-food thieves. He came back 12 minutes later with a worn out leather glove. Close enough.
Cheers :-D