We went back out last Saturday with my uncle. I popped 2 chucks at 330, one in the head and one right below the chin. Also tried at 700 but it was just a hard situation and I couldn't connect.
Went back out Monday to try a new spot. Turns out where we went wasn't all that great, but we did get a couple. I started off with a miss at 350. I didn't sight my gun in after taking it out of the stock the day before, so we had to resight my rifle. Then I had a rematch at 390 and popped a big one on the third shot, having a hard time with the wind. Dad got the next one a 475, the long shot for the day. We then drove for a while before we found a few surrounding a resevoir. There we both got 2 at 280 yards. Then I spotted some on the other side of the resevoir. We got to somewhere just over 1000 yards. I took quite a few shot, with a quite a few just an inch or two away from the chuck, but never could connect. The wind was too much for that far away, about 10 mph that switched from right to the left and wasn't consistent. I'll try again some time on a calmer day.
It was late so we headed back home, but took a "short-cut" to check out how the chucks were doing in a spot we shot before. There were a few of them. Then I spotted one that we had seen last time with the big chuck my dad shot above. I promised that if I could shoot him I would eat it. We ranged him at 125 and I put a 105 amax its head. This was a BIG chuck. He was square. Took him home and weighed it at 13.25 lbs, the biggest chuck we have ever killed.
Now we took it home and I gutted it and sewed it up like the Paiutes told my dad to do. It was late by then so we stuck it on ice until the next day. Tuesday I came home from school and got a pile of coals to cook it in. Long story short. NEVER cook/eat a rockchuck like that. It was so greasy and gritty and nasty my dog wouldn't even eat it. I'll try to get some pictures up of it whole and cooked.
