I stole a morning for chizzler hunting last week. I really have too much work stacked up at making a living to miss a morning but I called a old pal to go hunt. When asked to go hunt he said not just "Yes" but "Hell, yes" let's go.
We went up to the Beryl area in Iron County and the wind was blowing really hard from the southwest. We were shooting .22LR firearms and found that holding about 3" into the wind was making the bullets connect at just 50 yards -- that is lots of wind. I think my pal got tired of the wind so he got out his .223 Rem. rifle to shoot. It was very effective even with the wind. He was shooting the old "herd bulls" out standing up in the alfalfa field looking back at us. The alfalfa is about 10" high so most of his firing were head shots on big boys at from 50 to 150 yards. He did well, the chizzlers not so well.
We shot for about two hours and did our duty. The wind was not slowing down and we both had work to do back in town. We left the fields. We drove home and had a great conversation. Hunting is kind of a mix of friendships, marksmanship, nature study, and the primal need to exert dominance over varmints.
I want to go to Beryl again soon, especially if the farmers mow their hay and the agricultural cover for the critters is removed.
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