Started back in 6th grade w a Rem 660 in .222
8th grade had traded the little gun off for a Ruger #1 in .243
In college my evening chuck spot..........on a lark, I hit in the morning.
Saw 14 and killed 10.
Think as senior in HS I killed 10 one other time (in a day).
Sometimes none, but usually 2 or 3. Pops and I hitting same spots. Half a dozen was a good day off one field.
I shot 3 one day w my bow (creekbank by beans). Fun pistol hunting the creek too, when nothing out in the big field (rifle on poncho in shade)
Done a couple times, shoot one on field edge and move out a ways. Others would come out to whisper something in their deceased bud's ear and I'd whop em.
Stacked three like that. But normally you sucker only one.
Got by a rocky den w big trees, ridge by bean field. Was walking down the lane to the ramp entrance to field.
Spooked a momma w pups. Old Superblackhawk wiped out the whole family as they ran up to the den (me just above), and it wiped out my ears.
