I came home from uni on Thursday night to finally do some shooting, but it had rained so much that my property was flooded. Today was still wet, but dry enough to go for a walk with the shotgun. The sheep are lambing here at the moment so there are foxes aplenty, and after a few days of rain they had been holed up in their dens and were pretty hungry.
So I pulled on my gumboots this morning at around 7 and went for a walk along the creek with my brothers, who carried a CZ 17 HMR and my Weatherby Vanguard 223. It wasn't long before we came across our first Reynard.. He was checking puddles for frogs and earthworms about 75 yards away. He was lined up with the 17 and quickly fell to a 20 grainer to the chest.
A little later we flushed a good sized dog from about thirty metres away. He was out of shotgun range before anyone had seen him but we didn't want to scare anything else without a sure kill so we passed him up. We kept an eye on him but and noticed that he had holed up among some rocks a couple of hundred metres away so we decided to scout them out on the walk back.
Another smaller bitch was killed with the 223 from a range of about 120 metres right at the end of our property so we focussed on the dog we had flushed before. We snuck up on the rocks and worked out our gameplan. The fox was laying in the sun under a small tree and noone saw him until we were almost on top of him. A blast from the twelve guage put him into high gear but he was dropped in short order by an awesome shot from my brother with the 17.. Three down by 9 o'clock.
We waited until lunch and drove to a friends property as he was having trouble with currawongs killing his chooks. I cleaned up the first few that were on the ground with the 17 and the shotty collected a couple as well. The 223 was then used to reach out to the fast learners.
We spotted one sitting on a fence post and my brother used the cover of a huge tree to sneak up on him to about ten metres.. Just as he was about to fire, my other brother and I spotted a fox across the valley. The 223 was out of bullets by this stage so I took a long shot with the 17. It hit him high in the gut but the shot was raking forward and after a few kicks he expired..
We called it an afternoon and started to walk back to the car but not ten steps later we all got the fright of our lives as another fox broke cover from right beneath our feet. He was quickly bought to a halt with a couple of blasts from the shotty.
It was a great day with my brothers and we managed to clean up a few pests to boot. We covered an awful lot of miles on foot but, so it's nice to sit back now and relax.. It was a perfect day and almost makes up for not being able to shoot for a couple of months!
Glad you had a great day killing pests. I'm not exactly sure what a currawong or chook is however.
Yes, please explain.
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