Hell no:
I cannot tell you guys how satisfied I am today. I fell in love with my SRS from day one, and the 16" .308 barrel has astounded me time and time again. It has proven itself to me again today. I went into the desert hoping to find a yote or two. But it seemed like all I could find were nice muley's. I spent a while practicing my stalking skills, and then I'd whisper "boom" to myself to make it feel better. Check out a few of these bad boys I had dead rights today:
I probably saw 25-30 bucks today, half of which were bigger than anything I've ever shot. Grrrrrrrrr.
So I went down to a good little bluff, and setup in the shade of a cedar tree. I had the sun and wind at my back, and a beautiful view overlooking a valley about half a mile wide. The dry sagebrush was deep in the valley, and 6 feet tall in spots. But I felt right about the spot. So I sat down, ranged a few places to get a good layout of the valley, and gave a few squeals on my call. The deer were so thick in there that they were wandering around between me and my shooting plain. After a short minute or two, something caught my eye in the distance. A white shape that I hadn't noticed before, I looked through my scope, and was happy to see this:
He was just standing there trying to locate the sound, he gave me enough time to snap a picture, and then I went to calling again. He dropped his head down and came my way, but not very fast. He didn't seem too interested in me (no surprise there). After poking around in the brush for a minute, it looked like he changed his mind, and went back up the spot I had spotted him at. He looked back at me, as though he was torn between his instinct to eat, and his ears telling him that my calling skills suck. I knew I had little time before he figured me out, so I hit him with the Swarovsky, it was almost exactly 500 yards. I quickly dialed 3.5MIL's into my scope, and steadied up on him. He was now quartering away from me looking back, I put the cross-hair on his shoulder, and pressed the trigger. My shorty barrel doesn't give but 2540FPS with 175SMK's, and due to my heightened excitement, the flight seemed to take forever. But then it hit, THWAP!!! hair went flying through the air, and in typical coyote fashion, he clinched up, and tipped over. A real coldboremiracle.
I waded down through the deer, to get a look at him. Enjoy a few more pics:
It was an awesome day, cant wait to get out and do it again.
.
I cannot tell you guys how satisfied I am today. I fell in love with my SRS from day one, and the 16" .308 barrel has astounded me time and time again. It has proven itself to me again today. I went into the desert hoping to find a yote or two. But it seemed like all I could find were nice muley's. I spent a while practicing my stalking skills, and then I'd whisper "boom" to myself to make it feel better. Check out a few of these bad boys I had dead rights today:
I probably saw 25-30 bucks today, half of which were bigger than anything I've ever shot. Grrrrrrrrr.
So I went down to a good little bluff, and setup in the shade of a cedar tree. I had the sun and wind at my back, and a beautiful view overlooking a valley about half a mile wide. The dry sagebrush was deep in the valley, and 6 feet tall in spots. But I felt right about the spot. So I sat down, ranged a few places to get a good layout of the valley, and gave a few squeals on my call. The deer were so thick in there that they were wandering around between me and my shooting plain. After a short minute or two, something caught my eye in the distance. A white shape that I hadn't noticed before, I looked through my scope, and was happy to see this:
He was just standing there trying to locate the sound, he gave me enough time to snap a picture, and then I went to calling again. He dropped his head down and came my way, but not very fast. He didn't seem too interested in me (no surprise there). After poking around in the brush for a minute, it looked like he changed his mind, and went back up the spot I had spotted him at. He looked back at me, as though he was torn between his instinct to eat, and his ears telling him that my calling skills suck. I knew I had little time before he figured me out, so I hit him with the Swarovsky, it was almost exactly 500 yards. I quickly dialed 3.5MIL's into my scope, and steadied up on him. He was now quartering away from me looking back, I put the cross-hair on his shoulder, and pressed the trigger. My shorty barrel doesn't give but 2540FPS with 175SMK's, and due to my heightened excitement, the flight seemed to take forever. But then it hit, THWAP!!! hair went flying through the air, and in typical coyote fashion, he clinched up, and tipped over. A real coldboremiracle.
I waded down through the deer, to get a look at him. Enjoy a few more pics:
It was an awesome day, cant wait to get out and do it again.
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