My fine neighbor fellow JL, age 13, received a new Savage .22LR for Christmas last December. He helps me with work in construction and is a good student, active in Boy Scouting, wrestling league, and generally helping out his parents and grandparents. I think the kid has real potential to be a great man some day. Therefore, I think I need to introduce him to chizzler hunting.
JL was excited to go hunting immediately when I asked if he had time. We had scheduled to go on Saturday morning. When the appointed time rolled around it was raining and the chizzlers were all nestled in their burrows snoozing. We delayed for a few days. Wednesday morning we went up to Iron County to help out the farmers.
We set up in a likely spot and JL was excessively excited at first and missed the first 5 or 6 shots. JL finally nailed a fat old chizzler and then settled into a routine where he would concentrate on breathing and trigger control. Even with a 4X scope he was connecting on vermin targets at 30 to 50 yards. Chizzlers were the losers on this occasion.
We hunted for about 2 hours then started for home. JL had a good time, I had a good time, a new affectionado was born, and the chizzlers lost. A great morning!
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