hunt0168
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Hunted a favorite spot for the first time this season. The place has been covered in corn until this past weekend. Well after the corn came off I could see the back half of the 600 acre field wasn’t planted in corn at all! I could have hit this section much sooner after all. This field would be the hidden treasure.
Corn stalks are left super tall again this year. I hiked back to the transition of corn to what is now young winter wheat popping up. Winds from south east which is perfect. I tried a little rabbit distress with no luck. I’ve had a lot of luck so far this season with Moto howls so I let loose with Moto Lone Howls and way up the hill to my south a group fired off. I hit them with a pair howl Moto+Cash something or another and went quiet. 10 minutes later I catch heat just over the roll of the hill to my south. Multiple Coyotes skirting left and right but not coming over the roll. I hit a couple chirps on a carver female/pup howler and one advanced about 25-30 more yards and stood there. Well over 200 but I was there to do a job! At the shot I knew it was hit hard. It made its feet and headed towards the woodline along with its friends. Pup 3 triggered and here comes Kangaroo Jack right at me. This is where the Benny Hill music starts.
I muted the caller and it kept coming. Woofed and it kept coming. Growled and, well you get the idea… It finally stops at like 30 yards and during trigger squeeze it starts bouncing agin as the shot broke. MISS! It takes off towards its friends, pup 3 on, coming back at me bouncing high and low. Get it stopped and BOOM!… wait!,what? CLICK?!.. I guess someone didn’t fully reload after his last hunt
Okay, dump magazine and slap in a full one. Jack a round in and scan expecting to get back to pup 3. No need, KJ is just standing there at 75 yards looking my way. I’m starting to wonder if this is someone’s Australian Shepherd or something! I rip another shot at this jumping bean and miss again! It gets the hint and tears off towards the south. Out of pure frustration, I send one at the little prick just to make myself feel better.
After all this I start packing things to go look for the one I know I hit. About then one starts bitching me out in the woodlot to my NE. Knowing it was to my downwind and Custer’s last stand had just taken place, I just kept on packing. Found my prize but only with the help of my scanner. Sucker made the field edge and buried itself deep in the brush.
Adult Male. Perfect shot placement for the most part. Dead center between shoulders. An inch or so higher and it wouldn’t have twitched. Pretty surprised it went as far as it did.
Corn stalks are left super tall again this year. I hiked back to the transition of corn to what is now young winter wheat popping up. Winds from south east which is perfect. I tried a little rabbit distress with no luck. I’ve had a lot of luck so far this season with Moto howls so I let loose with Moto Lone Howls and way up the hill to my south a group fired off. I hit them with a pair howl Moto+Cash something or another and went quiet. 10 minutes later I catch heat just over the roll of the hill to my south. Multiple Coyotes skirting left and right but not coming over the roll. I hit a couple chirps on a carver female/pup howler and one advanced about 25-30 more yards and stood there. Well over 200 but I was there to do a job! At the shot I knew it was hit hard. It made its feet and headed towards the woodline along with its friends. Pup 3 triggered and here comes Kangaroo Jack right at me. This is where the Benny Hill music starts.
I muted the caller and it kept coming. Woofed and it kept coming. Growled and, well you get the idea… It finally stops at like 30 yards and during trigger squeeze it starts bouncing agin as the shot broke. MISS! It takes off towards its friends, pup 3 on, coming back at me bouncing high and low. Get it stopped and BOOM!… wait!,what? CLICK?!.. I guess someone didn’t fully reload after his last hunt
Okay, dump magazine and slap in a full one. Jack a round in and scan expecting to get back to pup 3. No need, KJ is just standing there at 75 yards looking my way. I’m starting to wonder if this is someone’s Australian Shepherd or something! I rip another shot at this jumping bean and miss again! It gets the hint and tears off towards the south. Out of pure frustration, I send one at the little prick just to make myself feel better.After all this I start packing things to go look for the one I know I hit. About then one starts bitching me out in the woodlot to my NE. Knowing it was to my downwind and Custer’s last stand had just taken place, I just kept on packing. Found my prize but only with the help of my scanner. Sucker made the field edge and buried itself deep in the brush.
Adult Male. Perfect shot placement for the most part. Dead center between shoulders. An inch or so higher and it wouldn’t have twitched. Pretty surprised it went as far as it did.
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Oh well, Bob, all's well that ends well and you made a nice shot on the first one.
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