60 years ago two early teen boys were out riding their horses-and packing .22 rifles. Checking brier patches and brush piles to see if they could bring a rabbit or two home.
A fox flushed out of a pile and the race was on. Full speed, shooting at the fox who was running for his life.
It didn't work out so well though. Yep, Old Blue took a 40 grain .22 slug to the top of his head at full gallop, killed him DRT.
The fox got away.
Custer killed his mount at a gallop chafing bison, too.
