Actually, the whistle pigs (ground squirrels?) have been up and moving around for several weeks here in Idaho.
I discovered this, conveniently, on the way home from the rifle range where I was sighting in the new scope on my ol' .17/.357mag wildcat.
Pulled off the highway and drove out in the sagebrush a bit, and pulled out my binoculars. There were a few skinny, furry targets in sight. My first 3 shots were hits. Paced off at 120, 130, and 70 paces. All from sitting position, as I had nothing for a rest.
Following Saturday, I was able to finish the honey-do list in time to make an afternoon run out to a well-known whistle pig spot. It was like Woodstock. Pickups and shooters everywhere. Took so much time to find a safe place to shoot that I didn't have much time for shooting.
Oh, well. Its the start of the vicious cycle. Load the brass, empty the brass. Load the brass, etc.
I discovered this, conveniently, on the way home from the rifle range where I was sighting in the new scope on my ol' .17/.357mag wildcat.
Pulled off the highway and drove out in the sagebrush a bit, and pulled out my binoculars. There were a few skinny, furry targets in sight. My first 3 shots were hits. Paced off at 120, 130, and 70 paces. All from sitting position, as I had nothing for a rest.
Following Saturday, I was able to finish the honey-do list in time to make an afternoon run out to a well-known whistle pig spot. It was like Woodstock. Pickups and shooters everywhere. Took so much time to find a safe place to shoot that I didn't have much time for shooting.
Oh, well. Its the start of the vicious cycle. Load the brass, empty the brass. Load the brass, etc.