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With no chance for success, you would not hunt. Without the prospect of failure hunting would have no merit. I don't hunt to kill, I kill because I hunt. Remember a moderate hit is lots more effective than a high powered miss. Best of luck.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

GREAT DESIRE -- NO ABILITY

We all need to know what a single .22 l.r. high speed hollow point will do to a chizzler at about 45 yards.  I was hunting chizzlers in the last week of May in Iron County, Utah.  My dear, dear, dear daughter-in-law was helping me take care of my recently surgeried Supreme Commander.  She allowed my son, grandsons, and me to go help out the farmers and end a few vermin one morning.  Just thought you all would like to see the photo to help you remember . . .
I long for the good ol' days
That was my last hunt for some time.  I will admit it is kind of slim hunting these days.  The chizzlers are real gentlemen when it comes to hunting.  They don't like it too cold, or too hot, or too windy.  They come out to feed and recreate and procreate when the weather is just right.  The chizzler is really kind to not come out too early or stay out too late.  They are real gentlemen huntable.  I have been stuck here in Washington County, Utah and giving medicine on 4 hour intervals (24 hours a day), making high protein food, cleaning up food items, and listening to various complaints about pain etc.  I am the major therapy "inflicter" and wound dresser.  The Supreme Commander is getting better but I will admit, healing is taking some time.  The Dr. said it would be about a year.  I don't know if I can last that long?  Of course it gets better every day.  Mobility is better and self sufficiency is coming.  I know sometime it is coming.  I truly hope it is coming.

While on my last hunt for profit stealers, as mentioned above, my son was with me and ended a significant number of the little devils.  He is a good shot with his CZ .17HMR.  My grandson borrowed my extra .22 and did a terminal number on some chizzlers as well.  Then he got the idea to trade his dad for the .17HMR and the carnage started at a wholesale level.  Grandson was flipping them up in the air with guts trailing in the sky.  He had uttered that demoniacal laugh that many chizzler hunters develop.  Basically he was really having a good time.  I attach a photo of a chizzler he "Shot the butt off" to use his words.  I admit the .17 HMR caliber is exactly what is needed for chizzler hunting from 10 to 200 yards.

I have been stuck here in the basement trying to avoid the heat.  I am always at the beckon and call of the Supreme Commander convalescing in the next room.  It is really too dang hot to be outdoors in the afternoons.  It is 110º F here and is going to be maybe 116º F on Tuesday in the p.m.  I sit here a "house arrest prisoner" as it were.  I have little to occupy my energies so I took on some ammo. reloading.  Check out the pictures of Friday afternoon's work.  211 rounds resized, de-primed, polished, trimmed to 1.759" exactly, de-burred, re-primed, filled with 25.5 grains of Winchester 748 powder, and then topped with a Hornady 55 gr. soft point to overall length of 2.250".  This is a great load for chizzlers at distance (200 -300 yards), rock chucks, and jackrabbits.

Contrary to comments over heard here at the home base prison, I am not worthless.  I can make a mean melted cheese sandwich, bring ice water in a glass 24/7 and I am king of ammo crafters around here.  You guys all be careful out there.  When you are having fun and vaporizing varmints think of me here in the basement bring ice water to a healing back surgery person who is on drugs.








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