Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Since We're Talking About "Firsts"...

I already mentioned that I was a little nervous about one of this week's firsts yesterday when discussing air travel with firearms. Thanks to everyone who offered advice and encouragement; I appreciate it and hope to keep my hyperventilating to a minimum tomorrow...

One of the firearms I'm bringing to Colorado is a rifle specifically set up as a hunting rig. I won't say any more, as I'll be showcasing it Friday for Gun Pr0n, but suffice to say this is a long distance varmint rig. I'm hoping to help rid the eastern CO area of at least some portion of its prairie dog population - assuming, of course that we are able to find any...

I've never hunted. It's not that I have any moral or philosophical reservations, I've just never gotten the chance. I've assisted in varmint eradication before, helping to rid SCI-FI's inlaw's cabin in Maine of red squirrels (a.k.a. rats with bushy tails). They're a real nuisance up in the cottages, getting into the insulation, chewing the wiring, and leaving "presents" all over the place.

Funny story - we're out in the back section of the property with an old Winchester single-shot .22 rifle. Because of the layout, we're using .22 birdshot to knock the squirrels out of the trees, and .22LR solid point bullets once they're on the ground. We're following one squirrel from tree to tree, and a couple shots weren't enough to dislodge it from the branch. A neighbor hears the shots and pokes his head out of his cabin:
"Hey, what are you guys up to?" he asks, not especially concerned or upset, just curious.

"We're shooting red squirrels. Are we bothering you?" - it's all families up in the area, and if someone was taking a nap, or bothered by the commotion we'd have been happy to call it a day.

"Red squirrels, you say? Shoot a couple for me!" and he pulled his head back into the cabin.
This weekend may be my first chance to take something larger than a red squirrel (although not by much) and I doubt the rig I'm bringing will be the limiting factor. I'm not a terrible shot with a rifle, but this will be the first time I've shot at something that might scurry away. The squirrels were one thing - this was blasting a section of branch with shot - but this will be the first time I'll be putting a scope on something and actually making a shot.

Lots of firsts this week - I figure there will be lots to say in the following weeks...

That is all.

4 comments:

ZerCool said...

You've gotten the chance, friend - but life interfered. It's a standing offer.

Stithjim said...

Come on up to Eastern Wyoming, we're thick with the little buggers.

Anonymous said...

Boomershoot!! You've got to make it to Boomershoot!

Bill

JFT said...

At this time a year if you're on a town that has been hunted semi-frequently, the dogs will be a mite skittish. Be prepared to do some waiting. Springtime when the pups come out is a different story. Almost makes a guy feel bad. But they're vermin and thems the breaks.