Deer Hunter
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Yes, you read that right. 
After working today around the ranch/farm/house/kennel, I thought I should treat myself to a little rabbit hunting. I hadn't done that in years, and couldn't wait to try my luck again.
Oops, my Saiga's in College Station, a good hour and a half away. I've got my Mosins, my Marlin, an Ishy enfield, and my FAL....
FAL gets the nod. I grab a magazine full of South African and stick my 686 on my belt (If you've never been "wabbit-charged", you've never hunted in East Texas). The land we hunt is just down the dirt road, however the old stand is overgrown, falling appart, and halfway filled with wasps. Shots from this stand were MAYBE 25 yards, tops.
So I sling my FAL to my shoulder and march to the "hill stand", which overlooks three lanes of oats we planted last deer season. Grass is now up to my ankles now that the deer arn't munching on them as much.
I scare up three deer on my way, that's a nice sign. After looking down one lane that I've seen rabbits down before, I spot ears! I shoulder the FAL and look though my 5x POSP illuminated reticle scope. Those ears are attached to a big swamp rabbit!
So I climb into the box-stand to get a better view downrange. Good thing these little guys are used to us.
After I get up there, I take aim, watch it for about 5 minutes, then squeeze off a shot. BANG! Lots of dust, and one confused lookin' rabbit. He looks right at me, then just walks off to the side as calmly as he could. My shot was a "hare" above him
Not to worry! He poked his head out 5 minutes later and, unfortunately for Mr. Swamp-ears, I learned from my last shot. Aimed slightly lower and pulled the trigger. Another humerously loud bang and I see the bunny-rabbit flop over.
After hopping out of the stand and drawing the S&W ('Cause you know, you can never be too careful), I proceed to what's left of the bunny. I paced out 120 yards before I came to it. It was on it's hind legs when I shot, which was nice, because I didn't touch the meat! Got everything else, though...
So now I have rabbit hams and backstraps in the 'fridge. I'll cook them up when I get to my new house back in College Station, along with a few hot dogs and sausages with my room mate to celebrate our new place. I wont tell him what it is though.
After working today around the ranch/farm/house/kennel, I thought I should treat myself to a little rabbit hunting. I hadn't done that in years, and couldn't wait to try my luck again.
Oops, my Saiga's in College Station, a good hour and a half away. I've got my Mosins, my Marlin, an Ishy enfield, and my FAL....
FAL gets the nod. I grab a magazine full of South African and stick my 686 on my belt (If you've never been "wabbit-charged", you've never hunted in East Texas). The land we hunt is just down the dirt road, however the old stand is overgrown, falling appart, and halfway filled with wasps.
Shots from this stand were MAYBE 25 yards, tops. So I sling my FAL to my shoulder and march to the "hill stand", which overlooks three lanes of oats we planted last deer season. Grass is now up to my ankles now that the deer arn't munching on them as much.
I scare up three deer on my way, that's a nice sign. After looking down one lane that I've seen rabbits down before, I spot ears! I shoulder the FAL and look though my 5x POSP illuminated reticle scope. Those ears are attached to a big swamp rabbit!
So I climb into the box-stand to get a better view downrange. Good thing these little guys are used to us.
After I get up there, I take aim, watch it for about 5 minutes, then squeeze off a shot. BANG! Lots of dust, and one confused lookin' rabbit. He looks right at me, then just walks off to the side as calmly as he could. My shot was a "hare" above him
Not to worry! He poked his head out 5 minutes later and, unfortunately for Mr. Swamp-ears, I learned from my last shot. Aimed slightly lower and pulled the trigger. Another humerously loud bang and I see the bunny-rabbit flop over.
After hopping out of the stand and drawing the S&W ('Cause you know, you can never be too careful
), I proceed to what's left of the bunny. I paced out 120 yards before I came to it. It was on it's hind legs when I shot, which was nice, because I didn't touch the meat! Got everything else, though...So now I have rabbit hams and backstraps in the 'fridge. I'll cook them up when I get to my new house back in College Station, along with a few hot dogs and sausages with my room mate to celebrate our new place. I wont tell him what it is though.
