thexrayboy
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Many years ago during my last year in college a friend and I drove out to the hills in the So Cal desert to hunt rattlesnakes. We would skin em and make money selling the skins to crafters. It was a cool and cloudy day and we weren't having much luck with the snakes. We decided to see if we could bag some rabbits. He was shooting a .22 colt woodsman revolver and had to sneak up real close to get anything. I was shooting an old cheap .22 nylon semi auto from KMart. We were about done for the day when a big old jack about 100 yards away popped out from behind a rock and took off. I swung the rifle and fired off 3 rounds, the first two puffed the dirt just in front of the jack, the third round sent him flying end over end. Went to skin him and
couldn't find the hole in the pelt. After searching we found the round had entered his ear killing it instantly. Luckiest shot I ever made.
couldn't find the hole in the pelt. After searching we found the round had entered his ear killing it instantly. Luckiest shot I ever made.