I long for the good ol' days |
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.