Acting on the latest intel, young M700 Junior and I arose at the crack of dawn. Well, maybe by 0800 or so...
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M700 Junior giving Dad's new .204 a try. He still prefers his tried and true 6mm Remington.
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No man's land, aka The Killing Fields. The chucks held the high ground, but rather than staying content with that, they have been invading the orchard below:
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Young M700 Junior on post with his 6mm Remington, preparing to send 75 grains of Sierra hollow point downrange. Yes, I reminded him to put the ear muffs on before touching off the round...
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This chuck thought he was safe under his fortress boulder. He hadn't counted on the flat trajectory of the 6mm Rem!
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Triumph! Another attack beaten back. Here M700 Junior is next to a chuck fortress inside the fence line!
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Tally for the morning: three chucks to the .204, three to the 6mm, a dead tie, and the orchard was saved for another season of cherries!