Arizona Bushman
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Weever and I went out for a few quick evening stands to hopefully test out the Barnes Triple-Shock on a Bobcat or Big Cat.
No such luck, Weever is a fricken fox magnet!!! No joke guys, we called in five Grey fox in three stands.
The first stand was over a rocky creek and I began playing Scrub Hare distress on the Fox Pro. Two minutes in and a Grey Fox is running straight towards me. I finally let the Triple-Shock go when the fox was about eight yards out, only because my scope was full of fur! I probably could have grabbed the little sucker, but they have some sharp teeth and he looked hungry!
Fur lovers be warned, the Barnes is NOT FUR FRIENDLY!
Moving about a half mile up the road, we started calling again and about ten minutes into the second stand, I signaled to Weever that it was time to go. Weever did not return the response so I kept calling and was greeted by a gunshot less than 10 seconds later. Second fox down, Weever can write up his own [beeep] fox.
The sun was creeping over the hills so we decided to throw a final stand. Five minutes in and I have a fox run in from beside me and off behind me. Two minutes later, he is on a rock about 100 yards out and begins barking at us. (Sounds like a crusty old lady coughing) I switch over to Fox Fight on the Fox Pro and the Crusty Fox commits to the program, as he runs past me I throw an off handed shot, the round sparks off of the rock under the fox and the bullet fragments catch him just right! Third Fox down and we are headed back to town for a brew.
No such luck, Weever is a fricken fox magnet!!! No joke guys, we called in five Grey fox in three stands.
The first stand was over a rocky creek and I began playing Scrub Hare distress on the Fox Pro. Two minutes in and a Grey Fox is running straight towards me. I finally let the Triple-Shock go when the fox was about eight yards out, only because my scope was full of fur! I probably could have grabbed the little sucker, but they have some sharp teeth and he looked hungry!
Fur lovers be warned, the Barnes is NOT FUR FRIENDLY!
Moving about a half mile up the road, we started calling again and about ten minutes into the second stand, I signaled to Weever that it was time to go. Weever did not return the response so I kept calling and was greeted by a gunshot less than 10 seconds later. Second fox down, Weever can write up his own [beeep] fox.
The sun was creeping over the hills so we decided to throw a final stand. Five minutes in and I have a fox run in from beside me and off behind me. Two minutes later, he is on a rock about 100 yards out and begins barking at us. (Sounds like a crusty old lady coughing) I switch over to Fox Fight on the Fox Pro and the Crusty Fox commits to the program, as he runs past me I throw an off handed shot, the round sparks off of the rock under the fox and the bullet fragments catch him just right! Third Fox down and we are headed back to town for a brew.