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    Chapter 2   Terror in the Crosshair

     

     

    The day started at 5:30 AM. A 70-mile drive to meet (Centercut) at 7 then on to the mountains by 8pm   “The little bastards should be just getting breakfast and we will be serving Death and Destruction with JSB sauce” A snicker as we slide into the shaded back lot.  

     

    We load up the Cricket and Streamline .22’s and head to the first big pasture.  Everything is dry and everywhere I look is dirt clods and horse turds.   Mike pipes up look there they are.   Where…  oh ya the turds are running…  A little diversion here, (Mike kind goes into the zone when he sees movement.)  Gun up and several servings of D&D have been delivered.   I’m still trying to get set.  

     

    This set the tone for the next hour or so. Mike killed and I hunted.  He gets about 5 to my one.   Better eyes and not tied to a fixed 12X scope.  Now he decides to walk around and leaves me as rear guard.  I pop a collard dove and a few bushy tails then hear a 4-wheeler coming.  Gun down and I meet the landowner.   A feisty little Italian also named Mike.  We say our howdies and sit for a chat.  I think Mike new that the other Mike would drive up and keep me from killing any of Mike#1’s squirrels.   Now Mike #2 has me tied up gabbing, and we solved ALL of the world’s problems and burned his “Tree hugging environmentalist neighbors out of their ritzy ditzy home on the hill. GD no good citified worthless sumbitches think they know everything.  Shit fire they were sold 12 Alpaca’s and they all starved to death cause they didn’t know they had to feed em!”

     

    I’m really enjoying myself and not a bit disappointed about missing the morning hunt.  This guy is soo much fun.  We were really into it when Mike #1 walked up.  He brags right away about killin 20 plus in those other two pastures.  We stand up now ready to part ways and I slip my sling on and clunk, the gun falls into the dust.  WTF… the sling actually slipped out of the buckle.  So now we head back to get water and resight the gun.  No apparent damage but it won’t hit the target so rather then waste more time I put it up and get the Contour and off we go again.

     

    Now we are both shooting little fast swinging guns, scopes turned down to about 4 or 5X.  We are paralleling a fence line and the dirt rats explode from the shade and head toward their holes.    Mike #1is getting two or three to my one but who’s counting!  Then #1 pops one offhand in the ear at 60 yards. I cripple several and they drag their ass off and #1 finishes them (wtf).  The hippy environmentalists are up on the hill with binos watching us. #2 said they would be.  He said they come down after we leave and gather the little bodies and have a burial service.

     

    We are rounding the bend heading in for the day at about 1pm.  Mike says, “that log pile up ahead usually has some on it.“  We stop and range it at 91 yards +/- 1.  There is one under that overhanging log laying on the ground in the shade.  It is a BIG BOY. #1 Mike is in the prone and must shoot just inches above the ground in order to sneak the pellet under the overhead log. Well the Cricket put it right through the shoulder and we watch a 14 double three-twist gainer bounce across the ground and finally come to rest inches from the 18th hole.  Mike is all giggly like a little schoolgirl.   OK OK it was a helluva shot. 

     

    We are pretty close to the car but one last brush pile to circle. We each take a side and both of us are getting action.  As we get to the end there is a little stand of pepper trees and we lean up in the shade because by now it is about 90.  We are looking toward the last little area before the car, it’s all shady and tree covered. We spot one squirrel and shoot at the same time and lift that little sucker 2 feet into the air.  We are laughing but it hits the ground and runs for cover. Multiple shot chase it and finally gets a head shot and falls into the ditch. But sob if a furball doesn’t explode out of the ditch headed straight for us.  Something is really wrong here!  That ugly ball is growling and snorting eyes all red and glowing and running right at us. We are both shooting and it is now only 6 feet away

     Moving so fast. We know it is thinking to do us harm, maybe rabid, maybe a chupacabra pup.  My clip is empty so it is club, knife or die! One last shot from #1 Mike and through my scope I see a whole pile of red blood and intestine blow out the back and the Thing disappears into the woodpile.   

     

    We look at each other and have that stupid little “I just cheated death laugh”  “Did you see that?” we ask each other in unison.  Seems we both saw the same final moments through our scopes and it marked our souls.   We walked up and lying on the ground was a big set of nuts attached to a 3-foot long gut string with some lungs hanging off the front end. “Jeez Louise will ya look at that, you cut that sucker from his guzzle to his zatch “!

     

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    Excellent read! Thx

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    Yote
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    ? good read .Mike sounds like the guy I fish with .

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    Centercut
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    Ha!  I was laughing the entire read. And it was 99 yards…  ☺️  Looking forward to chapter 3. 

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    Bruce
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    Reading this was worth the price of admission,  Waiting on chapter 3

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    Crusher
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    Sounds like a blast. Good read.

    Crusher

     

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    Oregun
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    Too much fun …  thanks for taking us on the journey.  Next chapter, please! 

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    stoti
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    NICE!!!

     

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    flynviking
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    Great read, thanks for the entertainment.  

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    crittahitta
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    You should quit your day job and write. LOL

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    intenseaty22
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    That's awesome! The only thing better than reading this would be me actually being there. I do think this is a mystery novel, me thinks Mike #1 boobie trapped the sling on the old man's gun, rendering him handicaped for the rest of the hunt, and thereby taking all the glory. 

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    Centercut
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    Awwww man! Christian, you know I wouldn’t do that….  (hehehe….). ?

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