I headed out this morning intending to take care of the last ground squirrel in my neighborhood. With that in mind I carried my trusty .22 Marauder, binos and rangefinder along with a pair of homemade shooting sticks. As I rounded a bend I caught sight of a large covey of Quail all lined up on log about 50 yards away.
Keeping my fingers crossed that they wouldn't spook I got settled and ranged them at 49 yards. I took the first with head shot and about 40 birds took wing and disappeared into the brush. I could hear more birds calling so I waited a few minutes (or maybe longer as time goes faster when you're hunting somehow) and was rewarded with two more birds taken off the same log.
After picking up my bounty I figured I'd see about that squirrel. He dove for cover when he saw me so I set up and waited for him to show. meanwhile another group of birds popped out of the brush and I got one more. At that point I figured I'd leave the squirrel for another day and headed home to clean my birds. Wonder what's for dinner?
Keeping my fingers crossed that they wouldn't spook I got settled and ranged them at 49 yards. I took the first with head shot and about 40 birds took wing and disappeared into the brush. I could hear more birds calling so I waited a few minutes (or maybe longer as time goes faster when you're hunting somehow) and was rewarded with two more birds taken off the same log.
After picking up my bounty I figured I'd see about that squirrel. He dove for cover when he saw me so I set up and waited for him to show. meanwhile another group of birds popped out of the brush and I got one more. At that point I figured I'd leave the squirrel for another day and headed home to clean my birds. Wonder what's for dinner?
