I headed out Monday to scout a new location and see if I could brush the cobwebs off after a long hot summer with no calling action. There's not much of a story here - sneak over a hill, find a nice draw, place the call, hide by a bush, play the bunny blues. 11 minutes into the stand, in trots this fellow. While he was distracted by the sounds of dinner, I swiveled on the TriggerSticks, took careful aim at about 75 yards, and landed a 55-grain Vmax in the center of his chest for a quick lights out.
Let's hope he is but the first of many this season.
Let's hope he is but the first of many this season.