So I went out Friday night for a slow buck/hog hunt and to check cows. There have been about 11 head and a bull that are making forays into the naighbors, not sure where the fence is down but they keep coming back for water so Im not too worried. But I do like to see them at least once a week to know everyone is ok.
So cruising the usual places looking for them yields no sign or game to look at so I take a ride to a property corner that is a PITA to get to. There are all my cows, and my bull looking like someone put him through the ringer. No clue who he was fightin with, but he doesn't look too hurt so I feed everyone, they make the usual racket that spooks everything within 1000yds.
Not expecting to see anything after all the belloring and clamoring around, I drive as much of the fence as I can, still not finding the down fence. Just as Im giving up, running out of light and everything, out steps one of the biggest Jackolopes (aka California Blacktail) I have seen on this ranch in 10 years! OMFHIOGDIEFOJSP!!!!!! So I kill the truck, grab my 6.8spc AR and step out. Take careful aim as he is facing away from me, right at the base of his neck, he stops and looks back over his shoulder at me, I adjust to make a better neck shot and pull the trigger. BLAM! He shakes his head and trots about 5ft before turning broadside and stopping to look at me. ****. I forgot to adjust for him being only 80 FEET from me ( and having the gun zeroed at 250yds), and split the hairs on top of his head!! So now I hold low shoulder and squeeze off the next shot, the one that should bust both shoulders and his heart/lungs. click. WTF you MFPOS?!?!?!?!????? Apparently my elcheapo coathanger brass catcher caught the brass halfway out of the chamber and jammed things up good. So for the next 5 min I attempted to beat my gun apart while this buck took a nice slow stroll to the brush 200yds away. The ONE time I don't have 2 guns in the truck. Normally I have the 6.8 and my 30-06 bolt gun, but I took the bolt gun out for some stupid reason.
So now I have a Tactical Brass Recovery brass catcher ordered, 3 rifles and ammo in the truck, and have not seen that buck again even after spending all day Sunday and Monday out looking for him.
So cruising the usual places looking for them yields no sign or game to look at so I take a ride to a property corner that is a PITA to get to. There are all my cows, and my bull looking like someone put him through the ringer. No clue who he was fightin with, but he doesn't look too hurt so I feed everyone, they make the usual racket that spooks everything within 1000yds.
Not expecting to see anything after all the belloring and clamoring around, I drive as much of the fence as I can, still not finding the down fence. Just as Im giving up, running out of light and everything, out steps one of the biggest Jackolopes (aka California Blacktail) I have seen on this ranch in 10 years! OMFHIOGDIEFOJSP!!!!!! So I kill the truck, grab my 6.8spc AR and step out. Take careful aim as he is facing away from me, right at the base of his neck, he stops and looks back over his shoulder at me, I adjust to make a better neck shot and pull the trigger. BLAM! He shakes his head and trots about 5ft before turning broadside and stopping to look at me. ****. I forgot to adjust for him being only 80 FEET from me ( and having the gun zeroed at 250yds), and split the hairs on top of his head!! So now I hold low shoulder and squeeze off the next shot, the one that should bust both shoulders and his heart/lungs. click. WTF you MFPOS?!?!?!?!????? Apparently my elcheapo coathanger brass catcher caught the brass halfway out of the chamber and jammed things up good. So for the next 5 min I attempted to beat my gun apart while this buck took a nice slow stroll to the brush 200yds away. The ONE time I don't have 2 guns in the truck. Normally I have the 6.8 and my 30-06 bolt gun, but I took the bolt gun out for some stupid reason.
So now I have a Tactical Brass Recovery brass catcher ordered, 3 rifles and ammo in the truck, and have not seen that buck again even after spending all day Sunday and Monday out looking for him.
