This morning around 7:20 I looked out into my field where I had left some deer carcass’s in hopes of getting a shot at a coyote. There were two crow eating on one of them and one was standing on top. I eased out the door with my CZ Varmint loaded with the 39 SBK and eased into a chair resting the rifle on the deck table. It was a calm, clear, frosty 15 degrees out.
Zoomed in.
The rifle was sighted in for 200 yards and I was thinking the deer were around 220 yards. I tried to hold an inch high and squeezed of a shot. Even on 14 power, I say the crow flip over backwards through the scope. I got the rangefinder out and it was 264 yards.
The crow's view of the house.
Enjoy it while you have it, because things will change.
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