Hunting with a Rossi double barrel 20 gauge
Posted: 04 Dec 2015 00:32
I wasn't going to write a "story" but, I just can't help recounting a successful hunt(s).
After finishing some chores this morning I decided it was too pretty of a day not to take a walk around the farm with my Rossi double 20 gauge. I was going to fill the corn feeders anyhow today, so walking/hunting wouldn't spook the deer any more than my driving to the feeders would do. I planned to walk the wooded ditch line below the pond to the line fence at Whittemoore's then follow it through the party field where I'd head uphill along the line fence of Spurlock's.
I was watching the first scaly bark below the pond, but the squirrel saw me first and scampered into a hole. I was walking on the Pepper Field side of the ditch. As I'm approaching Whittemoore's, I hear munching. There's a squirrel on the ground next to the feeder. I made the mistake of shooting at with the modified barrel. The squirrel was 30+ yards. The shot rolled her, but she kept crawling. Not wanting to chase a squirrel only to lose it in a hollow tree, I held the bead 2 inches off her nose and let go with the full choke barrel. She went in the game pouch.
Continuing along Whittemoore's woods, I hear a squirrel squeaking on a walnut. I found that this time of year with the leaves off the trees, the squirrel are either on the ground or just at the top of leafy under story level. As I'm closing the distance to the squirrel I hear the undeniable tweet, tweet of a woodcock flushing in the cedars over my left shoulder. I turn to watch it's zig-zag flight. Back to the squirrel. A couple more steps and I see the movement of it's paw turning the walnut. Two more steps and I have a clear shot. Boom...Thud.
Thirty yards father, I hear a squirrel jump in front of me in the under story. I raised the double barrel as the squirrel ran out a bare limb. Boom...Thud.
With no other squirrel sightings or sounds along Whittemoore's woods, I turned east, uphill along the blackberry/locust patch. Near the end of the blackberry/locust thicket I hear leaves rustle. A bunny popped out running into the Haunted Forrest cedar patch. I could have done a "hail marry" shot, but I passed.
Seeing the rabbit reminded me that I need to put a couple in the freezer for some burgoo this winter. And, I have rabbits coming in my yard at dusk. I need to snipe a couple with the .22.
I much prefer to take small game with a .22 rather than a shotgun so I don't have to dig out the pellets and fur from each hole. But where I live, I do have neighbors within a mile of me, so shooting up in the air in trees with a rifle is just not safe in my opinion.
Half way up the hill I startle a squirrel. I must be getting complacent with 3 in my pouch. It runs out a limb, I shoot. It disappears off the limb but I don't hear the THUD. I spend the next 20 minutes looking for the squirrel to no avail. It turned out the limb it was on was just 2 feet from a hollow on the backside of the tree. My guess is the squirrel drop to the next limb then made it to the hole. I hate that. The shot selection was good and so was the sight picture. Maybe if I had used the full choke barrel, the squirrel might have dropped at that 25 yard shot. Hind sight is 20-20 they say. I hate losing game, but it happens.
RABBIT
At dark-thirty I opened the attic window of the guest cottage and waited with my Savage .22. At 5:38, ten minutes left of legal shooting light a bunny hops out. I put the crosshairs on it's eye. I hit 3/8 low at 25 yards. I need to check the scope.
After finishing some chores this morning I decided it was too pretty of a day not to take a walk around the farm with my Rossi double 20 gauge. I was going to fill the corn feeders anyhow today, so walking/hunting wouldn't spook the deer any more than my driving to the feeders would do. I planned to walk the wooded ditch line below the pond to the line fence at Whittemoore's then follow it through the party field where I'd head uphill along the line fence of Spurlock's.
I was watching the first scaly bark below the pond, but the squirrel saw me first and scampered into a hole. I was walking on the Pepper Field side of the ditch. As I'm approaching Whittemoore's, I hear munching. There's a squirrel on the ground next to the feeder. I made the mistake of shooting at with the modified barrel. The squirrel was 30+ yards. The shot rolled her, but she kept crawling. Not wanting to chase a squirrel only to lose it in a hollow tree, I held the bead 2 inches off her nose and let go with the full choke barrel. She went in the game pouch.
Continuing along Whittemoore's woods, I hear a squirrel squeaking on a walnut. I found that this time of year with the leaves off the trees, the squirrel are either on the ground or just at the top of leafy under story level. As I'm closing the distance to the squirrel I hear the undeniable tweet, tweet of a woodcock flushing in the cedars over my left shoulder. I turn to watch it's zig-zag flight. Back to the squirrel. A couple more steps and I see the movement of it's paw turning the walnut. Two more steps and I have a clear shot. Boom...Thud.
Thirty yards father, I hear a squirrel jump in front of me in the under story. I raised the double barrel as the squirrel ran out a bare limb. Boom...Thud.
With no other squirrel sightings or sounds along Whittemoore's woods, I turned east, uphill along the blackberry/locust patch. Near the end of the blackberry/locust thicket I hear leaves rustle. A bunny popped out running into the Haunted Forrest cedar patch. I could have done a "hail marry" shot, but I passed.
Seeing the rabbit reminded me that I need to put a couple in the freezer for some burgoo this winter. And, I have rabbits coming in my yard at dusk. I need to snipe a couple with the .22.
I much prefer to take small game with a .22 rather than a shotgun so I don't have to dig out the pellets and fur from each hole. But where I live, I do have neighbors within a mile of me, so shooting up in the air in trees with a rifle is just not safe in my opinion.
Half way up the hill I startle a squirrel. I must be getting complacent with 3 in my pouch. It runs out a limb, I shoot. It disappears off the limb but I don't hear the THUD. I spend the next 20 minutes looking for the squirrel to no avail. It turned out the limb it was on was just 2 feet from a hollow on the backside of the tree. My guess is the squirrel drop to the next limb then made it to the hole. I hate that. The shot selection was good and so was the sight picture. Maybe if I had used the full choke barrel, the squirrel might have dropped at that 25 yard shot. Hind sight is 20-20 they say. I hate losing game, but it happens.
RABBIT
At dark-thirty I opened the attic window of the guest cottage and waited with my Savage .22. At 5:38, ten minutes left of legal shooting light a bunny hops out. I put the crosshairs on it's eye. I hit 3/8 low at 25 yards. I need to check the scope.