Big_Hammer
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My son and I had not been hunting since the Christmas holidays, and we were excited we finally had some time to go hunting.
Our first stop is always the local Allsups for a good ole burrito and coke. We then headed out to our first stand, this was Sat. night March 10th. around 9:00 p.m. A great start to spring break.
Our first stand we didn't see anything, but we could hear them talking about us. Our second stand was in a wheat field with mesquite pasture on 3 sides and crp land on the 4th. We set up about 100 yards into the wheat field, not much wind to speak of. We noticed that about 150 yards to our north there were about 20 cows bedded down for the night, so we made note to each other to stay away from shooting in that direction. I started out with the psycho tweety for about 2 min then quiet for a minute. At about the 10 minute mark I switched over to the little dog with the horn on and continued with the bunny blues for about 10 more minutes. We spotted two sets of eyes coming in at a pretty good pace from the northwest at about the 20 minute mark. I continued with the same call to keep them coming and pretty soon they were close enough that we could make out both dogs in the red light. I could actually see both dogs in the scope of my .243 and could hardly contain myself at the thought of taking down our first double. My emotions changed rather quickly as I squeezed the trigger to the sound of "click" NO SHELL IN THE CHAMBER! My son had shot a jack rabbit as we were leaving our last stand and when he ejected the shell for some reason the next shell did not load. As I am messing around with the shell in the gun, fumbling in the dark the coyotes are still casually walking toward the truck at a distance of about 75 yards. By the time I finally get the gun loaded he is stopped at about 45 yds. looking around as if to say " where did supper go?" The first dog was bang flop. By this time though they had split up and we could only keep the light on the one so the other was long gone before we could find him in the light.
I would have posted pictures of the great looking male, with a very thick coat, but that is the rest of the story. We were so excited about our kill, he was very light colored, we were going to take him to town and get our pictures with him before we dumped him. Twelve miles from town we throw the rubber off of my left front tire, and my spare was flat. So now we are stranded, it is 11:30 and mama doesn't hear the phone, so we are limping the truck back to town at about 5 mph. We finally find a spot that has a little cell service and get ahold of a true friend that drives out in the country to retrieve us. Needless to say he wouldn't let us load the dog in the back of his exporer.
My 14 year old son, when we were waiting on our ride said, " Dad, we have been hunting for about 3 hours, for about 4 minutes of adrenaline, and it was worth every minute."
Can't wait till the next time!
Our first stop is always the local Allsups for a good ole burrito and coke. We then headed out to our first stand, this was Sat. night March 10th. around 9:00 p.m. A great start to spring break.
Our first stand we didn't see anything, but we could hear them talking about us. Our second stand was in a wheat field with mesquite pasture on 3 sides and crp land on the 4th. We set up about 100 yards into the wheat field, not much wind to speak of. We noticed that about 150 yards to our north there were about 20 cows bedded down for the night, so we made note to each other to stay away from shooting in that direction. I started out with the psycho tweety for about 2 min then quiet for a minute. At about the 10 minute mark I switched over to the little dog with the horn on and continued with the bunny blues for about 10 more minutes. We spotted two sets of eyes coming in at a pretty good pace from the northwest at about the 20 minute mark. I continued with the same call to keep them coming and pretty soon they were close enough that we could make out both dogs in the red light. I could actually see both dogs in the scope of my .243 and could hardly contain myself at the thought of taking down our first double. My emotions changed rather quickly as I squeezed the trigger to the sound of "click" NO SHELL IN THE CHAMBER! My son had shot a jack rabbit as we were leaving our last stand and when he ejected the shell for some reason the next shell did not load. As I am messing around with the shell in the gun, fumbling in the dark the coyotes are still casually walking toward the truck at a distance of about 75 yards. By the time I finally get the gun loaded he is stopped at about 45 yds. looking around as if to say " where did supper go?" The first dog was bang flop. By this time though they had split up and we could only keep the light on the one so the other was long gone before we could find him in the light.
I would have posted pictures of the great looking male, with a very thick coat, but that is the rest of the story. We were so excited about our kill, he was very light colored, we were going to take him to town and get our pictures with him before we dumped him. Twelve miles from town we throw the rubber off of my left front tire, and my spare was flat. So now we are stranded, it is 11:30 and mama doesn't hear the phone, so we are limping the truck back to town at about 5 mph. We finally find a spot that has a little cell service and get ahold of a true friend that drives out in the country to retrieve us. Needless to say he wouldn't let us load the dog in the back of his exporer.
My 14 year old son, when we were waiting on our ride said, " Dad, we have been hunting for about 3 hours, for about 4 minutes of adrenaline, and it was worth every minute."
Can't wait till the next time!
