Well.... me, Cleat and the Mountie found ourselves out in the food chain again today. This has been a long, very wet Spring. I’m giving serious thought to changing my outfit from a U-Pick sagebrush ranch to terraced rice paddies. Cleat has been hanging inside to avoid the heavy rain and hail that blows through every ten to twenty minutes. In between squalls I slipped out to test a few 38-55 loads that have been sitting on the bench for a week. Figured that a trip to paint dingers would give the Big Guy a leg stretch and I wouldn’t mind a walk as well.
Grabbed the Mountie and checked the magazine tube. Topped it off with more of the 40 grain solids. After the Peep Incident, I’ve gone to the bigger bullet and never looked back.
We were through the North fence and easing on out to the 300 yard dinger, Cleat taking the point as he always does. We hadn’t gone 30 yards when he is looking back at me with the “There’s something hinkie out here” look. I dismount the Mountie off my shoulder and rack a fresh 40 grainer into the chamber. That’s when I see them too. A pair of scout mushrooms. Cleat has wheeled around behind me as he has been trained to do before the shooting starts. I get those two and a couple more making a break for a bigger cow flop.
We continue on out to the 400 yard dinger. Cleat back on the point, alert and watchful. I’ve got a round chambered and the Mountie on halfcock. That’s when he attacked. From just 25 yards coming out of the tall grass. The perfect ambush. Cleat side stepped out of the way and circled out of the line of fire. I shouldered the Mountie and took the only shot I was going to get before it was on me. The shot proved perfect and the huge Bull Mushroom was DRT. Just a warning now. Ya’ll be careful out there as these things may be everywhere. Best regards. Wind
Here are some snapshots of the initial encounter:
Grabbed the Mountie and checked the magazine tube. Topped it off with more of the 40 grain solids. After the Peep Incident, I’ve gone to the bigger bullet and never looked back.
We were through the North fence and easing on out to the 300 yard dinger, Cleat taking the point as he always does. We hadn’t gone 30 yards when he is looking back at me with the “There’s something hinkie out here” look. I dismount the Mountie off my shoulder and rack a fresh 40 grainer into the chamber. That’s when I see them too. A pair of scout mushrooms. Cleat has wheeled around behind me as he has been trained to do before the shooting starts. I get those two and a couple more making a break for a bigger cow flop.
We continue on out to the 400 yard dinger. Cleat back on the point, alert and watchful. I’ve got a round chambered and the Mountie on halfcock. That’s when he attacked. From just 25 yards coming out of the tall grass. The perfect ambush. Cleat side stepped out of the way and circled out of the line of fire. I shouldered the Mountie and took the only shot I was going to get before it was on me. The shot proved perfect and the huge Bull Mushroom was DRT. Just a warning now. Ya’ll be careful out there as these things may be everywhere. Best regards. Wind
Here are some snapshots of the initial encounter: