Finally!!!!!
Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 1:28 am
Hello 204 Ruger fans,
It has taken a long, long time but I have finally cracked a long standing shooting goal of mine.
Between projects at the moment and took the opportunity for a road trip with my father to visit an old neighbour with a 6km² property on which he runs cattle, sheep and some crops. It is about a lazy 4 hour drive from Sydney and I think it is beautiful countryside. The following photo is a typical view from one of the lookouts on the nearby hills.
He usually has rabbits and foxes on the property. The rabbits were nowhere to be seen as either myxo or the calicivirus cleared them out recently. My normal shooting buddy is probably under the impression that I am a secret member of the fox preservation society. Since I started shooting many years ago I have had a few chances which for one reason or another (read: "I stuffed it up") haven’t quite come off. Usually I am so worried about the fox getting away that I rush it (rabbits at longer distances I am fine with). On the afternoon we arrived I went for a little walk with the 204. Noticed a ginger cat stalking along a fence line near the farmstead then scoped it and realised it was actually a fox. Got into a shooting position and the fox came out of the thistle patch and sat down. Problem was that it was partially obscured by tree branches. Shifted slightly to get a better aim and the fox spooked. Usual story.
Early start the next morning and went for a walk in the paddocks with the 204. Far end of the second paddock I noticed a fox running back and forth in the thistles. I moved closer for a better shot but he went through the fence and moved up a nearby hill. I quickly got behind the bipod. Scared him with the first shot but he stayed where we was. Took another shot which sounded like it connected and a third shot to make sure. Took out the camera for a photo from the shooting position and to get the GPS coordinates. When getting closer to the fence I looked to my left to see another fox about 60m away. Spooked it (read: took a snap shot and missed). It raced up the hill and while doing so I set up the bipod in case. It raced to within 20m of the first fox and conveniently stopped. Went down with a single shot. The longer shot according to the GPS was 180m. So I think the closer shot was about 140m. The score for the day was Derek 2 and foxes -2 which if I do my maths correctly results in an overall difference of 4 foxes.
This photo was taken from my first position looking up the hill. Picked up the fox in one of the lighter patches of grass below the tree on the crest of the hill roughly in line with the barrel.
This photo was taken from the first fox looking back down the hill to the second fox (next to the gun in the grass near the closest tree) and my original shooting position (the tree to the right of the tree with the cattle under it).
The rifle and the results (which the farmer was happy with and I am welcome back):
Didn’t get any more chances at a fox on the last morning but got to see some beautiful countryside and spend some time with my father so it didn’t really bother me.
Hopefully my next foxes don’t take nearly as long.
Regards,
Derek
It has taken a long, long time but I have finally cracked a long standing shooting goal of mine.
Between projects at the moment and took the opportunity for a road trip with my father to visit an old neighbour with a 6km² property on which he runs cattle, sheep and some crops. It is about a lazy 4 hour drive from Sydney and I think it is beautiful countryside. The following photo is a typical view from one of the lookouts on the nearby hills.
He usually has rabbits and foxes on the property. The rabbits were nowhere to be seen as either myxo or the calicivirus cleared them out recently. My normal shooting buddy is probably under the impression that I am a secret member of the fox preservation society. Since I started shooting many years ago I have had a few chances which for one reason or another (read: "I stuffed it up") haven’t quite come off. Usually I am so worried about the fox getting away that I rush it (rabbits at longer distances I am fine with). On the afternoon we arrived I went for a little walk with the 204. Noticed a ginger cat stalking along a fence line near the farmstead then scoped it and realised it was actually a fox. Got into a shooting position and the fox came out of the thistle patch and sat down. Problem was that it was partially obscured by tree branches. Shifted slightly to get a better aim and the fox spooked. Usual story.
Early start the next morning and went for a walk in the paddocks with the 204. Far end of the second paddock I noticed a fox running back and forth in the thistles. I moved closer for a better shot but he went through the fence and moved up a nearby hill. I quickly got behind the bipod. Scared him with the first shot but he stayed where we was. Took another shot which sounded like it connected and a third shot to make sure. Took out the camera for a photo from the shooting position and to get the GPS coordinates. When getting closer to the fence I looked to my left to see another fox about 60m away. Spooked it (read: took a snap shot and missed). It raced up the hill and while doing so I set up the bipod in case. It raced to within 20m of the first fox and conveniently stopped. Went down with a single shot. The longer shot according to the GPS was 180m. So I think the closer shot was about 140m. The score for the day was Derek 2 and foxes -2 which if I do my maths correctly results in an overall difference of 4 foxes.
This photo was taken from my first position looking up the hill. Picked up the fox in one of the lighter patches of grass below the tree on the crest of the hill roughly in line with the barrel.
This photo was taken from the first fox looking back down the hill to the second fox (next to the gun in the grass near the closest tree) and my original shooting position (the tree to the right of the tree with the cattle under it).
The rifle and the results (which the farmer was happy with and I am welcome back):
Didn’t get any more chances at a fox on the last morning but got to see some beautiful countryside and spend some time with my father so it didn’t really bother me.
Hopefully my next foxes don’t take nearly as long.
Regards,
Derek