Well, I figure this as good a spot as any to tuck this story about caliber wars. I'm sure Randy will find this story, but I just hope it takes him a while so you folks get a chance to absorb the story without reading a rebuttle right away . . . here goes. Randy & Paul came out to hunt NE Montana with me on Friday & Saturday night (would be out tonight too, if it weren't for the WIND). On Friday Night we call in a fox on a nice setup and Randy hits him with the .17 from about 40 - 50 yards. Hits the fox in the shoulder and I'm on the spotlight so I start scanning around for other critters after the shot . . . about 1 minute later I see eyes just 15 yards left and another 10 or so yards further away from where Randy hit the fox "there's another one" I whisper. So Randy shoots the "other one" (actually the same fox, wounded and dragging itself away) /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif. We make some crippled coyote sounds on the mouth calls and in less than 5 minutes here come a couple coyotes. I'm not certain on the distance, but I'm guessing it was 150 - 170 yards when Randy drops the hammer on him. No "Fwop" or any other sound indicating a hit. In fact, Randy said he missed it. AS soon as he finished saying he missed it we could hear the coyote ravaging himself and trying to rip the bullet out. That coyote looked like a "Dancing With The Stars" contestant for a few seconds in the red light - spinning and swinging. That one got away - Randy & Paul gave a look, but couldn't find it. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif What's the point to this story? My friend's, Randy & Paul, shoot the .17 REM and I shoot a .223 (the best round for varmints / coyotes / fox). Now I'm not saying I would have immediately anchored either of the animals Randy shot, but I've never seen a fox do anything but drop dead from a .223 and I've only seen one coyote alive after being hit with the .223 (leg shot, later finished him off with the shotgun). Yeah, yeah, I know - if you shoot the animal in the vitals it's going to die. That's all fine and good when there's ZERO wind, shooting in the bright light of the sun and you're not freezing your arse off up in the tower. Night hunting predators in Montana throws some curve balls - you don't have to hit an over-the-wall home run every time you're up to bat when you're shooting the .223 = you can hit an awful lot of in-the-park home runs with a .223 where you can't do the same with the .17 REM. Some of you might be thinking "but the .17 REM doesn't rip up the fur." To that I must simply say this - I'd rather have to pick the spot on the predator where I save fur instead of praying to hit the spot on the predator that will allow me to find him after he gets up and runs away. If you're shooting a 55gr bullet out of the .223 and hit a Montana coyote anywhere other than the shoulder or rump, you'll have all the fur you need. Before I close this up, I have to give credit to the .17 REM for bang - flopping a coyote from 163 steps up a hill (probably a 145 yard shot). Paul hit that coyote on Saturday night and it dropped DEAD as soon as the bullet found home.
Well, Randy, if you fellas come out next year (or even later this year) maybe we can send you home with more than just 1 fox & 1 coyote . . .