Billy Jack
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Went buffalo hunting today.
Notice the old buffalo grazing next to the telegraph pole out on the dry buffalo wallow. He is just a dark dot on the old dry lake.
He was 167 paces out when I saw him. Don't ask me how I knew, I just felt it so.
I took my 45-70 single shot, the one with the extra long barrel, and the last 4 rounds I had left after a session of sighting in the new peep sight, and crept into the edge of the trees. I sat down on the drought parched grass, spread the sticks, and settled the front aperture carefully on the distant critter.
After four shots that all felt like direct hits, he finally went to his knees.
In the next picture you see what he saw looking back at me hiding in the edge of the trees, slightly up wind. I was wearing buckskins so you may not be able to see me.
In the last photo you can see that he was a tough old buff. Four direct hits to his vital parts to knock him down.
It was a large fine day.
Notice the old buffalo grazing next to the telegraph pole out on the dry buffalo wallow. He is just a dark dot on the old dry lake.
He was 167 paces out when I saw him. Don't ask me how I knew, I just felt it so.
I took my 45-70 single shot, the one with the extra long barrel, and the last 4 rounds I had left after a session of sighting in the new peep sight, and crept into the edge of the trees. I sat down on the drought parched grass, spread the sticks, and settled the front aperture carefully on the distant critter.
After four shots that all felt like direct hits, he finally went to his knees.
In the next picture you see what he saw looking back at me hiding in the edge of the trees, slightly up wind. I was wearing buckskins so you may not be able to see me.
In the last photo you can see that he was a tough old buff. Four direct hits to his vital parts to knock him down.
It was a large fine day.
