duckinalaska
Well-Known Member
Fellow longrangers,
I was sitting on my pipeline stand at 0715 in the morning and the fog was rolling off of the frosty green rye grass. I had the remmy sendero in 7 ultra awaiting securely on sandbags when I saw the background moving way down the pipeline. I looked through the zeiss 4.5-14x50 tacticle and saw him clear as day. He entered the pipeline at my 500 yard marker and he was quartering towards me. I adjusted the zeiss accordingly, got my breathing right, and gently eased on the trigger. Bang! The recoil caused me to loose him in the scope. After I found him again, the 154 grn hornady sst slammed into him. I got off of the stand when my good buddy that was hunting on the other side of the pipeline came to see what the verdict was. We found the frothy impact blood exactly 485 yards from my stand. We found him after trailing for 50 yards. The sst entered just behind the left shoulder and exited just behind the rib cage on the right side. It was a 7mm entrance hole and a quarter sized exit hole, and it just devistated everything in between. In the picture you can see the exit hole.
That was the good news, now for the bad.
I was hunting on the same pipeline stand two weeks later. It was about 1630 in the afternoon when I looked in the mirror and saw him. He was sneaking across the pipeline at a slow trot, so I had to wing around pretty fast to get a shot. I put the cross hairs on his shoulder and he stopped. He let me get a good shot on him at a measley 200 yards. I felt really good about the shot. Hell, I just knew that I had got him. Since it was later in the evening, I went to see how I had done. When I walked up to the impact area I jumped him up 25 yards away, and he was a BRUISER. I found blood, hair, and bone where the bullet had struck him. We found blood and meat for 3/10 of a mile through brair thickets, and I mean good blood. Then the blood just ran out. I can't belive after .3 mile of good blood, it just RAN OUT. We used the gps and every known tracking tool (except for dogs) to try and find this guy. Well, guys I still haven't gotten over it. I'm totally depressed and I think about it everyday. How do you make a direct hit at 485 yards one day, and wound a deer on another day. I'm baffled and discusted, and I don't know what could've happened.
Thanks for listening guys,
Brandon
I was sitting on my pipeline stand at 0715 in the morning and the fog was rolling off of the frosty green rye grass. I had the remmy sendero in 7 ultra awaiting securely on sandbags when I saw the background moving way down the pipeline. I looked through the zeiss 4.5-14x50 tacticle and saw him clear as day. He entered the pipeline at my 500 yard marker and he was quartering towards me. I adjusted the zeiss accordingly, got my breathing right, and gently eased on the trigger. Bang! The recoil caused me to loose him in the scope. After I found him again, the 154 grn hornady sst slammed into him. I got off of the stand when my good buddy that was hunting on the other side of the pipeline came to see what the verdict was. We found the frothy impact blood exactly 485 yards from my stand. We found him after trailing for 50 yards. The sst entered just behind the left shoulder and exited just behind the rib cage on the right side. It was a 7mm entrance hole and a quarter sized exit hole, and it just devistated everything in between. In the picture you can see the exit hole.
That was the good news, now for the bad.
I was hunting on the same pipeline stand two weeks later. It was about 1630 in the afternoon when I looked in the mirror and saw him. He was sneaking across the pipeline at a slow trot, so I had to wing around pretty fast to get a shot. I put the cross hairs on his shoulder and he stopped. He let me get a good shot on him at a measley 200 yards. I felt really good about the shot. Hell, I just knew that I had got him. Since it was later in the evening, I went to see how I had done. When I walked up to the impact area I jumped him up 25 yards away, and he was a BRUISER. I found blood, hair, and bone where the bullet had struck him. We found blood and meat for 3/10 of a mile through brair thickets, and I mean good blood. Then the blood just ran out. I can't belive after .3 mile of good blood, it just RAN OUT. We used the gps and every known tracking tool (except for dogs) to try and find this guy. Well, guys I still haven't gotten over it. I'm totally depressed and I think about it everyday. How do you make a direct hit at 485 yards one day, and wound a deer on another day. I'm baffled and discusted, and I don't know what could've happened.
Thanks for listening guys,
Brandon