Round here, we call this....Monday

Well there I was, not necessarly in fear for my life, but it would make for a better story if I was.

This is "evidence" of my current bestest doings with the ole trusty dosey-dose. I use the " both before and after the evidence word because you have to believe the rest of the story for this to be "evidence". But if you are willing to believe that I placed a single .22 through the noggins of this pair o' p-dogs from a distance of 327 steps (approx 265 yds) then I submit this picture as "evidence". Your Honor, the defense rests.

The gun has garnered bigger and tastier bits of flesh but never at this range and fightin the Amarillo wind. It makes me think that the rifle knows alot more about shootin than I do.

Shooting Instructor

The Outlaw Josey Wales
The outlaw Josey Wales did not use sights while shooting from the hip.

This 303 British was a shorter version than normal, it was a blast to shoot and handled well. 

Ali, from Uzbekistan, loves to shoot the powerful .44 magnum revolver 

Gettin sentimental

I was sittin round the gun room last night just having a beer and relaxin after about an hour of serious pistoleerin and I came to an amazing realization. Its not the pretty figuring in the stock but the story behind the scratch that makes a gun a heirloom. Remember your huntin stories boys, some day someone will want to hear em. Embelish all you want but remember, no one looses his audience faster than a hunter that never misses.

Firearms Shenanigans but no critters

Jeff, Ali and Steve went to Gause yesterday after work.

I spent all afternoon at work dreaming of bullets, backstraps and spare ribs. I could scarecly focus on my work but luckily I had a long mindless task that needed to be finished. By some miracle all three of us were productive members of the workforce until just about 5:00 when we finally gave up.

We kicked the tires and lit the fires and headed northwest. I immediately noticed that it was extremely cloudy and very very windy. As the truck bucked to the side with each gust I attempted to convince myself that the animals wouldn't mind, they would probably be running around the pasture enjoying the cool breeze. Jeff then told me that all of the calf feed was gone from the big red creep feeded that Dr. Hann uses to draw the pigs in for us. I must admit that my hopes sank a little.

We got to Gause and proceeded to the main ranch to try out a new toy and to make certain that all the guns would fire. We had in our possesion for the afternoon a 1943 vintage bolt action rifle that was chambered in .303 British. It was a very short model for use by paratroopers and such. I was very happy with it. The cartidgelooked and a lot like a .308 winchester and the recoil was about the same also. It had a rear ring and three blade front sight, I fould that it aimed easily and shot pretty much where I pointed it. When we shot a steel plate penetratiopn was very similar to .270 but as one might expect the diameter of the hole was considerably greater. Overall I give this old dog a big thumbs up.

We took a walk down the creek and didn't see any fresh sign at all, then split up and covered most of the piggiest looking portions of the North Ranch with no sign of the split hooved bacon bearers or their brown buddies anywhere. My guess is that the change in weather and the dissappearance of all the calf feed has adversely effected our chances of seeing mass quantities of pigs here for the immediate future.

Oh well, better luck next time.

Shut er down boys, shut er down

OK boys, I think we need to slow this talk. I believe it is in our best interest not to mention the "deer" word or any of its derivatives, (to include but not limited to ... buck, doe, fawn, hoss, muy grande, cloven hoofed meat snake proprietor, fur covered meat wad, sausage component, wall hanger, bullet and/or arrow sponge, woodland stirfry, the meat that makes your heart beat, protein provider, bush beef, the other pork, "brown pigs", the sultan of sausage, the vendor of venison, the vessel of vittels, strap bearer, the mayor of tenderloin town, the poiprietor of pan fry, or the comptroller of callegen casings) until atleast mid August. You are making me feel a little bit bloody. I dont think I'll be able to concentrate till October if we dont slow it down now. I do not mean to stifle anyones free speach, but I feel that its a bit early. Also try to refrain from mentioning anything about "puttin one between the pump and the broiler room", thanks. Lets talk about fishing for another month or so.

BUCKS ARE LOOKIN GOOD

Went out to the lease the evening of the 4th for a drive-around to scout some of this years prospects for wall hangers. in the 30 minutes that we drove around, 8 bucks, 9 does, 2 fawns and a fairly large rat snake were seen. Of the 8 bucks 3 were nice deer with large antlers. 2 sitting an inch outside the ears (remember that it is only july 4) and one that was approx three inches outside the ears. the rest of the bucks were typical 6 and 8 pointers, but still nice deer. Hope this gets all of you guys's blood to boilin.