So I went out to the desert this morning, looking for rabbits and hopefully a coyote. I went to a spot where I had seen em before, hoping for a sighting. It was cold, sub zero, but sunny and beautiful. I was laying there in the snow for about fifteen minutes, not having seen much, I heard a crow calling out in the valley beyond. I looked and saw him land on a wooden power pole. I ranged it with my Swarovsky at 615yds, but it looked much further.
Ballistic told me 3.8 MIL's up, and as I looked at the crow squawking from the tip of the pole, I could see a slight left to right wind in the mirage. So after dialing in my elevation, I held left side of the bird, and as he hunched over and let out his final sound, I pressed on the ice cold trigger on my SRS. The dead cold silence was broken by the sound of my 140 Amax spinning through the cold dry air, the snow was so cold it wouldn't stick to itself, like super light sand, I had sunk down into it giving me a rock solid rest, and when the shot broke, nothing moved. I lay there, still as the snow around me watching for the bullet, but the trace was invisible. Right at the moment I was expecting to see the crow duck and fly away, my bullet found its mark. Impact was right between his shoulders, the violent impact sent feathers flying. And his lifeless body tipped and fell the long way to the ground. As I watched, stunned by the perfect cold bore shot, the sound of the impact made its way back to my awaiting ears. It sounded like a golf club striking a ripe tomato, it was beautiful.
Here are some pics:
Ballistic told me 3.8 MIL's up, and as I looked at the crow squawking from the tip of the pole, I could see a slight left to right wind in the mirage. So after dialing in my elevation, I held left side of the bird, and as he hunched over and let out his final sound, I pressed on the ice cold trigger on my SRS. The dead cold silence was broken by the sound of my 140 Amax spinning through the cold dry air, the snow was so cold it wouldn't stick to itself, like super light sand, I had sunk down into it giving me a rock solid rest, and when the shot broke, nothing moved. I lay there, still as the snow around me watching for the bullet, but the trace was invisible. Right at the moment I was expecting to see the crow duck and fly away, my bullet found its mark. Impact was right between his shoulders, the violent impact sent feathers flying. And his lifeless body tipped and fell the long way to the ground. As I watched, stunned by the perfect cold bore shot, the sound of the impact made its way back to my awaiting ears. It sounded like a golf club striking a ripe tomato, it was beautiful.
Here are some pics:
