Powderman
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There I was, stationed at Ft. Bliss, TX, at the rod and gun club. Just me on the range, and my .44 Magnum, and 300 rounds of 250 grain LSWC midrange loads and 180 grain screamers, packed to the gills with H110.
I was setting up on my bench when this crow decided to land on the shelter right above my bench. Before I could register it, the crow had POOPED right on my ammunition.
I said a few choice words while cleaning the bird excreta off the ammo.
Then, fate stepped in. The same crow responsible for the defecation attack went downrange and landed on the 25 yard target frame.
Bad move, Mr. Crow.
No one else was on the range.
I loaded with Ammunition, .44 Remington Magnum, Jacketed Hollow Point, 180 grain Sierra Power Jacket, w/ 27.5 of H110, 1 each.
I took careful aim.
I carefully pressed the trigger.
The result?
Explosion, Crow, Black w/Feathers and Beak--1 each.
There is justice in the world, my friends.
I was setting up on my bench when this crow decided to land on the shelter right above my bench. Before I could register it, the crow had POOPED right on my ammunition.
I said a few choice words while cleaning the bird excreta off the ammo.
Then, fate stepped in. The same crow responsible for the defecation attack went downrange and landed on the 25 yard target frame.
Bad move, Mr. Crow.
No one else was on the range.
I loaded with Ammunition, .44 Remington Magnum, Jacketed Hollow Point, 180 grain Sierra Power Jacket, w/ 27.5 of H110, 1 each.
I took careful aim.
I carefully pressed the trigger.
The result?
Explosion, Crow, Black w/Feathers and Beak--1 each.
There is justice in the world, my friends.