OK, this time I have a picture (taken with my iPhone). This is #22 for this year.
After I got the horses fed, it was such a beautiful day I decided grab the .223 CZ American sporter (it pretty much sticks to my hand when I reach in the safe)
and head on over to Tim's farm and see if I could bag a GH or 2 in his new alfalfa field. I hiked out in the adjacent hay field to the point where I'd have a safe shot at better than 75% of the hay field.
By 0930 it was getting pretty windy, but just as I was going to get up and head back home I spotted a little guy in his hole on a rocky berm about 204 yards away (gotta love the laser rangefinder). I could just see him in a dip in the rim of his hole sort of between some weeds. He'd come up, take some bites, go down, presumably to chew, then do it again. He wasn't taking any pauses sitting up or anything to make it easy.
I had my little camo folding chair and sticks. I set the AO to 200 yards, the scope magnification to 14X (which is max for that scope) got set up on him, checked the range and estimated the wind. I waited a couple of minutes but he wasn't interested in coming more than about half way out of his hole - probably the wind was making him nervous, and the breeze was getting noticably stronger by the minute. There was rock to the left of him but dirt above, behind and to the right of him. Weeds below him. I noticed the wind was moving the weeds. So it was at least as strong over there as it was where I was sitting.
I did notice that the weed movement happened reasonably close to when I'd feel the max breeze where I was sitting, which seemed like a useful observation at the moment. Between the wind, my tendancy to move slightly on the sticks, and the 14X magnification, I wasn't feeling real confident, so I decided to take advantage of breeze dips and shoot when the weeds weren't moving and the breeze was dipping at my location. I figured the wind was about 10 mph dipping to around 5mph, almost exactly 90 degrees to the projected flight path. (A Kestrel is definitely on my wish list!)
That wasn't leaving me a very big target. Finally, with all this racing through my head, more in thought fragments than complete thought sentences, I decided "no guts, no glory", put the vertical cross hair along the left side of his body, the horizontal on his shoulders, relaxed, took a breath, and squeezed when there was what felt like a dip in the breeze, the weeds weren't moving, and he was up a bit in his hole.
Gotta love that single set trigger.
The rifle moved and I didn't see the impact. Looking through the scope I couldn't see him, and with the wind rising it was time to leave anyway, so I packed up and headed over.
When I got there, this is what I saw:
The bullet had drifted right about 2" pretty much as I was hoping (and consistant with a 5mph cross wind at 200 yards as I found out when i analyzed the shot in QuickTarget) and nailed him dead center. He dropped down a few inches, the top of his head was about level with the top of the rock to his left, but was pretty much DRT.
A good morning hunt.
Fitch