Ermines, beauty, exploding dogs, and being a shooting god.

[BrainOnSigs]

The few days of prairie dog shooting that my hunting partner and myself have gotten have been plagued with high winds, scorching heat, and chilly weather.

Fast forward to today. Perfect weather, low winds, and great scenery.

We headed into a potentially good dog town. We found it packed with targets.

We saw our 1st Ermine ever (in his summer coat):




The beauty...we drove in...and had 360 degree shooting lanes.


Nearby bluff:


Fooling around with B&W....cow gate to enter to the next dog town:


The shooting god part.....all I needed was a head at 250 yards. We never did find it.


I hit 22 straight and finished with 61 kills with 67 rounds. These are the final totals for 3 days of shooting. Mine is the red clicker.

 

[Art Eatman]

Neat! Ermine, or ferret? Where was all this fun?

 

[BrainOnSigs]

Neat! Ermine, or ferret? Where was all this fun?

My guess is Ermine.

Just outside of Edgemont, SD.

 

[Certaindeaf]

Ha! Excellent stuff!

 

[HOOfan_1]

Saw my first and only weasel up in Maine darting amongst the boulders on the shore line. Curious little cuss, he would run back and forth through the boulders peaking out at me. I think it was probably an ermine/short tailed weasel also. I know there are long tailed weasels and mink in my hunting grounds, but I have never seen them.