.243 Fusion ammo, Alabama youth season - 11/18/13
A tale of two bullets. The left one from a whitetail doe, the right one from a black buck antelope.
Alabama youth season for my soon to be 9 year old went well. We were invited to hunt on a private ranch (high fenced 3K+ acres) for black buck antelope.
Conditions were rainy and muddy, but we went round to a field tucked into the treeline bordered by an area of knee high grass approximately 150 to 200 acres in size. The plan was to park the truck about 5-600 yards from the field and walk to a tower stand. As it turned out I went one hill too far and there was black buck and a doe standing rt in the road. Luckily they ran away from the field and stood about 400 yards away on top of the next hill to watch us. As soon as I stepped out of the truck we saw the last of them.
We hugged the tree line up to the field to take a peek and there were two more black bucks in the field, a young one and a pretty nice one, along with about 20 whitetail deer scattered in an adjacent soybean field. I deployed the bipod, or kickstand as my son calls it, and we crawled up to where we could see in the field for a shot. The buck had fed over the rise from us, so that started a series of leapfrogging attempts to get in position for a shot without getting busted by the deer but each time the black buck would have fed just over the rise from us.
You can just make out the back of a whitetail buck at the base of those cedars. The black buck was to the left, still over the rise.
On the 4th attempt, we were out of cover and running out of light. we crawled through the legs of the tower stand as he banged the gun barrel on one of the legs. Then we belly crawled ( he calls it army style ) about 60-70 yards straight toward the buck until we got to the crest of the hill and could see the buck. I explained where to aim and was worried if he could see well enough in the failing light, to which he replied, "I got this!"
I was watching through my binoculars at the shot and saw the buck hunker down and take off at full speed. I heard the WOP of the bullet echo back from the far treeline as I watched the buck go weak legged and crash just shy of the near woodline. A 50 yard dash in about 2 seconds. I watched him a minute to make sure he was down, then back to get the truck.
I presented him with the hunting knife my dad gave me when I was about 10 or 11 years old. Nothing fancy, a Buck Lite that has been used a little over the past 33 years though.
.243. Win, 95 Grain Fusion at about 60 yards.
Did I say it was rainy and muddy?, When I stuck my hand in my pocket for the truck key, it was full of mud. When I bought the Rem Youth rifle I sprayed the whole thing with Krylon clear coat to guard against rust. Must have forgotten to do the bolt!
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Bob.
Alabama youth season for my soon to be 9 year old went well. We were invited to hunt on a private ranch (high fenced 3K+ acres) for black buck antelope.
Conditions were rainy and muddy, but we went round to a field tucked into the treeline bordered by an area of knee high grass approximately 150 to 200 acres in size. The plan was to park the truck about 5-600 yards from the field and walk to a tower stand. As it turned out I went one hill too far and there was black buck and a doe standing rt in the road. Luckily they ran away from the field and stood about 400 yards away on top of the next hill to watch us. As soon as I stepped out of the truck we saw the last of them.
We hugged the tree line up to the field to take a peek and there were two more black bucks in the field, a young one and a pretty nice one, along with about 20 whitetail deer scattered in an adjacent soybean field. I deployed the bipod, or kickstand as my son calls it, and we crawled up to where we could see in the field for a shot. The buck had fed over the rise from us, so that started a series of leapfrogging attempts to get in position for a shot without getting busted by the deer but each time the black buck would have fed just over the rise from us.
You can just make out the back of a whitetail buck at the base of those cedars. The black buck was to the left, still over the rise.
On the 4th attempt, we were out of cover and running out of light. we crawled through the legs of the tower stand as he banged the gun barrel on one of the legs. Then we belly crawled ( he calls it army style ) about 60-70 yards straight toward the buck until we got to the crest of the hill and could see the buck. I explained where to aim and was worried if he could see well enough in the failing light, to which he replied, "I got this!"
I was watching through my binoculars at the shot and saw the buck hunker down and take off at full speed. I heard the WOP of the bullet echo back from the far treeline as I watched the buck go weak legged and crash just shy of the near woodline. A 50 yard dash in about 2 seconds. I watched him a minute to make sure he was down, then back to get the truck.
I presented him with the hunting knife my dad gave me when I was about 10 or 11 years old. Nothing fancy, a Buck Lite that has been used a little over the past 33 years though.
.243. Win, 95 Grain Fusion at about 60 yards.
Did I say it was rainy and muddy?, When I stuck my hand in my pocket for the truck key, it was full of mud. When I bought the Rem Youth rifle I sprayed the whole thing with Krylon clear coat to guard against rust. Must have forgotten to do the bolt!
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Bob.