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Not my best hunting story but certainly a "shooting experience" I'm compelled to share. I'm still shaken.
Took a rifle affectionately named "Verminator" out to the range Sunday PM. It was a gorgeous and warm day and I thought Verminator was long overdue for a feed of her favorite snack, a few 223 Rem pills elegantly dressed with Sierra 77 grains OTM.
I stapled 4 paper targets to the target holder and strolled back to my bench. A quick glance in the scope while setting up showed a fly on one of the target. It was doing bug stuff I guess, just farting around at about at 11 o'clock, 7 inches from BE. Thought nothing of it.
Fed 5 rounds in the mag and took a second peek in the scope. Right then and there I felt and recognised a Moment of Grace, nothing less: the lovely creature gave me the distinguished honour of tap dancing the bull's eye mark.
Could be because of the magnification set at 28x, could be because of the adrenaline rush from this once in a lifetime experience giving me hallucinations, but I'm telling you: that turd loving flying bugger was also sporting a Biden-Harris ball cap. It was simply irresistible. Almost ###ual. Can't explain. It had to be a sign from the Allmighty. I had to do it.
So I position myself, laid the cross-hair where it should be and slowly worked the trigger while telling Mr. Scathophagidae "don't move gorgeous" and... SPLAT!
Dispatched back to the Creator at first offering. The departed was super kind by blessing the target with some of its dung filled luggage.
On the picture below, it is the top left impact. Needless to say, the 4 remaining shots were sent as fast as emotions would let me: I was most anxious to see the target from close. Dropped to my knees when I did. My buddy said it was from laughing. He'll die in hell for his ignorance.
So there you go, this is my 2020 hunting success. Steaks will not be very large but trust me the wine will be darned good and plenty of it.
Side question: Should I remove a ten-pointer off the wall and replace it with the framed target?
Remember Jesus loves hunters and sport shooters, we now all have the irrefutable proof.
CREDITS to CGN sponsors from who I procured the main elements, therefore enabled me to experience what is likely a miracle. If Pope Francis is on CGN, he will chime in for sure.
Frank at CRAFM for a full case of Holy pills, PMC Sierra X-Tac Match, 223XM, 77 grs OTM
Rudy at Dante Sports for the Kimber 84M LPT
Omer at Precision Optics for the Nightforce NXS 8-32x56
Took a rifle affectionately named "Verminator" out to the range Sunday PM. It was a gorgeous and warm day and I thought Verminator was long overdue for a feed of her favorite snack, a few 223 Rem pills elegantly dressed with Sierra 77 grains OTM.
I stapled 4 paper targets to the target holder and strolled back to my bench. A quick glance in the scope while setting up showed a fly on one of the target. It was doing bug stuff I guess, just farting around at about at 11 o'clock, 7 inches from BE. Thought nothing of it.
Fed 5 rounds in the mag and took a second peek in the scope. Right then and there I felt and recognised a Moment of Grace, nothing less: the lovely creature gave me the distinguished honour of tap dancing the bull's eye mark.
Could be because of the magnification set at 28x, could be because of the adrenaline rush from this once in a lifetime experience giving me hallucinations, but I'm telling you: that turd loving flying bugger was also sporting a Biden-Harris ball cap. It was simply irresistible. Almost ###ual. Can't explain. It had to be a sign from the Allmighty. I had to do it.
So I position myself, laid the cross-hair where it should be and slowly worked the trigger while telling Mr. Scathophagidae "don't move gorgeous" and... SPLAT!
Dispatched back to the Creator at first offering. The departed was super kind by blessing the target with some of its dung filled luggage.
On the picture below, it is the top left impact. Needless to say, the 4 remaining shots were sent as fast as emotions would let me: I was most anxious to see the target from close. Dropped to my knees when I did. My buddy said it was from laughing. He'll die in hell for his ignorance.
So there you go, this is my 2020 hunting success. Steaks will not be very large but trust me the wine will be darned good and plenty of it.
Side question: Should I remove a ten-pointer off the wall and replace it with the framed target?
Remember Jesus loves hunters and sport shooters, we now all have the irrefutable proof.
CREDITS to CGN sponsors from who I procured the main elements, therefore enabled me to experience what is likely a miracle. If Pope Francis is on CGN, he will chime in for sure.
Frank at CRAFM for a full case of Holy pills, PMC Sierra X-Tac Match, 223XM, 77 grs OTM
Rudy at Dante Sports for the Kimber 84M LPT
Omer at Precision Optics for the Nightforce NXS 8-32x56
