xDom wrote:You would’ve been pretty happy with that 300 yard bunny shot, hey Stix?
This is what I wanna get into on my next trip out to the farm. Set myself up looking over a burrow.
I was lucky enough to have a wonderful spot when I was a kid. I had to walk a few kilometers to get there, but there was a rock cliff with a creek running across the bottom. From the top it looked over several acres of Warren's. I spent many, many hours laying up there picking off rabbits out to about 300yds with my .222Rem. At that distance they ignored me shooting, only reacting to their family members being blown apart next to them. I could take a few before they'd duck into their burrows for a few minutes, then pop out again for some more. After an hour or so I'd walk down and collect them, then have to walk home again with a dozen or more hanging off my webbing.
I was clambering across that cliff face one morning when I noticed a fox following the other side of the creek behind my right shoulder, and probably twenty-feet below me. I hung onto the wall with my right hand while I unslung my M38 Swede, lay it across my right arm, and took the fox left-handed - my only left-handed kill ever.