Tim Behle
Well-Known Member
I was sitting here this morning, reading over some things on the this board. Trying to learn to develop an understanding for the Magnus effect, the Yaw of Repose and trigonometry and geometry and many other
forms of math and science that I hated the mere thought of in school.
Then my thoughts were interrupted by my wife's repeated shouting of "What is your stupid dog barking at again!" It took a couple of minutes to figure it out. Then with the aid of binoculars, I finally found the cause. There, on the other side of the wash, just beyond my 500 yard target stood what I believed to be a coyote.
So I handed Joyce the binoculars, and opened up my ballistics program on the computer. Found my load my scope was zeroed to, and looked up the range for 550 yards. Broke out the calculator and figured out the MOA I
would need to add to the scope. Then grabbed up the rifle and a bullet and walked out on the back porch. Amazingly he was still standing there, just watching the house and the dog. I added in the 8 MOA on the
scope, set the parallax to infinity and cranked the power up to 20X.
I was afraid he might leave before I could get a good rest from inside, so I wound myself in the sling, and leaned across the porch railing, and tried to get the crosshairs on him while listening to my wife in the back ground chanting, "Don't shoot him Tim, it's a Ranch dog" over and over again. I settled into my bubble, touched the 2# trigger, heard the resounding boom of the rifle, followed seconds later by a beautiful
"Whump!!"
The Wife was kind of right, it was one of those wild members of the canine family that tend to roam the ranches in this area. But I was a little off in my range estimation. He was closer to 575-580 and I hit a little
low. But being I was so far away, he simple made his way down into the wash and laid up under a yucca until I drove up in the truck to retrieve him.
Another beautiful morning in the High Desert,
How has your Christmas Eve been so far?
Tim
forms of math and science that I hated the mere thought of in school.
Then my thoughts were interrupted by my wife's repeated shouting of "What is your stupid dog barking at again!" It took a couple of minutes to figure it out. Then with the aid of binoculars, I finally found the cause. There, on the other side of the wash, just beyond my 500 yard target stood what I believed to be a coyote.
So I handed Joyce the binoculars, and opened up my ballistics program on the computer. Found my load my scope was zeroed to, and looked up the range for 550 yards. Broke out the calculator and figured out the MOA I
would need to add to the scope. Then grabbed up the rifle and a bullet and walked out on the back porch. Amazingly he was still standing there, just watching the house and the dog. I added in the 8 MOA on the
scope, set the parallax to infinity and cranked the power up to 20X.
I was afraid he might leave before I could get a good rest from inside, so I wound myself in the sling, and leaned across the porch railing, and tried to get the crosshairs on him while listening to my wife in the back ground chanting, "Don't shoot him Tim, it's a Ranch dog" over and over again. I settled into my bubble, touched the 2# trigger, heard the resounding boom of the rifle, followed seconds later by a beautiful
"Whump!!"
The Wife was kind of right, it was one of those wild members of the canine family that tend to roam the ranches in this area. But I was a little off in my range estimation. He was closer to 575-580 and I hit a little
low. But being I was so far away, he simple made his way down into the wash and laid up under a yucca until I drove up in the truck to retrieve him.
Another beautiful morning in the High Desert,
How has your Christmas Eve been so far?
Tim