So I get out cruising again, right at the start of the big warm-up, knowing the snow is on it's last leg. Took a while, but finally spotted one way up a valley out mousing w/o a care in the world.

Drove out of sight, parked the truck, donned the whites, grabbed the gun, & headed out. With a couple warmer days the snow had settled some, making a harder crust that I could stay on top of, not breaking through every other step, or sounding like the whole grade school class.

I skirted the south hill staying out of sight till that petered out, then snuck around the end till he came into sight. Laid down prone and hit him with the range finder....315 yards. Dialed in the drop, held dead center behind the shoulder, and let 'er go. Didn't hear the kawop, but knew he was dead man running. He made it about 50 yards or so and went ass over teacup. 22-204 with the 80 grain Bergers again.

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