The heat let up a little this afternoon and the temptation to hit the woods with my Kibler .54 was just too much.
It is about a half a mile walk to the creek bottom from where I parked and even though it had cooled down to 93, I was still wondering what was wrong with me as I was soaked through my cloths.
I had not been in the stand an hour when I heard a group coming up out of the swamp. They were on a trail that passed by me 30 yards away.
I was tracking the first one as they fed past me but he would not give me an angle I was comfortable with. The second one was not so lucky. I was on him when he turned away from me just right. BOOM the 120 grains of FF blocked my view but before it had even cleared I could see the eater size boar had fell right where he was standing. In behind one shoulder, out in front of the other works every time.
I would like to think I will stay under the A/C until the heat breaks but you never know. I suppose I will never grow up enough to have any restraint.
It is about a half a mile walk to the creek bottom from where I parked and even though it had cooled down to 93, I was still wondering what was wrong with me as I was soaked through my cloths.
I had not been in the stand an hour when I heard a group coming up out of the swamp. They were on a trail that passed by me 30 yards away.
I was tracking the first one as they fed past me but he would not give me an angle I was comfortable with. The second one was not so lucky. I was on him when he turned away from me just right. BOOM the 120 grains of FF blocked my view but before it had even cleared I could see the eater size boar had fell right where he was standing. In behind one shoulder, out in front of the other works every time.
I would like to think I will stay under the A/C until the heat breaks but you never know. I suppose I will never grow up enough to have any restraint.
