Rich1
Active member
Got to my one stand for the night, got the caller out and started to walk to a bush to hold it. While I was walking, reached down to turn it on only to find that it was already on with very dead batteries. Son of a ####!!! Back to the pickup we go to grab the original calls, I wasn’t going to drive back home to get the charged batteries. Got back to the seat and got ready. Let out a few different toned howls and got crickets. Waited probably 5 minutes and tried again with a little authority sound to them. One answer. Next came the Primos Double Jack. After another few minutes, there’s a hot white critter moving through the sagebrush. Let her come and I lost her for a bit in the tall brush in the bottom, only to have her pop up about 50 yds from me. Screwed that up and she started to leave, but I got her stopped on the other side of the draw where she digested a 25 gr V MAX. I was happy and went to retrieve her, but about a third of the way ther a howl lit up the darkens and it was close. I sat down right there, gave him a couple of aggressive howls and bingo, there’s his head on the horizon. I didn’t bring my sticks so I sat against a small sagebrush and rested the rifle on my knee. He came fast. I got ready for the shot and when he stopped I got a nice click as the trigger broke, my BCA bolt action upper bolt had lifted and was out of battery. I quickly chambered another round and the next stop was his last. The little 17 Fireball did it’s job very well. I’m getting to be a big fan of the 17 Remington and the little brother Fireball.
