7/11/09 = Day 10
We slept most of the day from our previous night's hog hunt. Around 3pm, we decided to check out some prairie dog towns that another guy had let us know about. We shot about 20 dogs total between the two of us using our .17's and .22-250's. We didn't get many pictures of them because the thieving little bastards kept dragging our kills down into their holes. I'm not quite sure if they eat their own, or not.
Shot with a .17
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Shot with a .22-250
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Random Jackrabbit I ran into. I'm pretty sure I pushed his heart out the side of his chest. . It was shot with my dad's 12FVSS shooting Winchester Silvertips. They aren't nearly as destructive as the Hornady V-Max's I run in mine. Still, they are quite effective:
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Driving back home, I spotted this little guy taking a shit way out in a field. So, I pulled over and took a shot at him. Range finder said he was a little over 250yd out.
Shhhhhhh. Puppah is sleeping.
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Oh. Nevermind.
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Mission Accomplished! That's what I really wanted to get while I was out there, since I've never got one before.