Jimm
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There were 10 or so of them . Bedded down, looking in all directions. Cover was scarce and the wind was fickle. 275! my built in range finder was screaming, along with other words like shoot, shoooot! I crawled to the last bit of cover, laid my rifle across the gnarled juniper limb and held on the backline of the largest of them. At the shot he scrambled to his feet ,looked around then hauled his not inconsiderable but into the wind.The shot had been high! though I had been zeroed at 250 I had'nt taken into account the change in elevation from sea level Arkansas to Wyoming high plains.Searching frantically among the fleeing horde I spotted him just as the stampede halted,but I could'nt shoot!, too many juniper limbs in the way. Scrambling to my feet, I held dead on the shoulder and as the sights settled the old girl spoke. Stampede! but there was one that would'nt be joining them, he was going home to live with me. [image]C:\Documents and Settings\Owner\My Documents\My Pictures\2005-02 (Feb)\wyo mulie.jpg[/image] [image][/image]