Nice, Rich. I wish I had a few places with more barns for a little close quarter rimfire action. At least it would help get those guns some work (after the money I dumped in them
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Yesterday my primary location was still under tall grass so I had to go to plan B. This worked out quite well as plan B had several fields barely covered in a fresh crop of beans and I had great visibility.
My first target popped his head up the moment I arrived, his hole was next to a electrical pole in the middle of the field. I was still unloading my gear from the truck so he waited patiently at 210 yards. The Savage Model 10 ended the reign of terror of this bean eater.
I moved on and found a great spot to watch several good areas. Of course they appeared where I didn't expect them but that was not an issue
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This spot had an obvious active hole that I watched intently. All that fresh dirt had to have someone piling it up, right? Eventually a tiny patch of fur revealed itself to the right in the weeds as it nibbled on a snack. The Savage put the smackdown on it at 310 yards.
This guy was a neutral observer...too close to bother with at 80 yards...I'm coming back to this field later next week so we'll find a better angle on him (or he stays for seed).
These two presented themselves at 395 yards. In fact several more were active and many rounds of V-Max sent their way but I missed several times. I saw a couple shots go high so am assuming the downhill shooting angle was more pronounced that I thought. I was also off a bit on my range estimation. Oh well, good to leave some seed. These two though fell to my first and last shot, the 75 grain V-Max anchoring them in place.
This last one showed up at 425 yards, choosing bean sprouts over corn sprouts. I had the target dot rock steady on him when some deer ran by and spooked him back into the ditch. I knew he'd be back and it only took about 2 minutes. This time he reappeared at 418 and the Savage was waiting on him. I tried to wait for a standing shot, even tried whistling a few times but he stayed down as he mowed up the fresh bean sprouts. He looked huge so I took what he offered and stuck one in the side. I heard the resounding thump before I saw the tail come up....watched him a few moments to make sure he did not try to crawl off. He did not, didn't even have time to spit out his last mouthful.