I was going to use my .50 caliber CVA Wolf, but a few days ago, I realized this is the 50th season since I shot my first buck with my grandpa's old Remington M722 (.257 Roberts). There's a story behind that first one, but I'll spare you. So, Thursday I had off. Season opened Saturday (yesterday). I shot the gun at 50 yards to check the scope, spot on holes touching (it's a 1/2 MOA gun).
Second day of deer season today, got home from church and napped, then went to the blind for an afternoon hunt. First thing, a squirrel comes running down the sendero and stops 25 feet from the blind. I didn't have a .22 on me, then I remembered my NAA mini revolver I always have in my pocket. I mean, I had my snubby .38 on me, too, but I wanted something left to eat. So, before I could get the .22 out, the squirrel ran on down the trail out of mini revolver range (which ain't that far). SO, I clipped the mini revolver on my belt thinkin' if he came back up the trail, it'd be a little quicker to get at.
So, about 5 minutes elapses and danged of a small swamp rabbit didn't come hoppin' down the bunny trail in the middle of the sendaro the edge of which sits my box blind. He stopped about 30 feet out, I got in a hurry and missed, he hopped to about 50 feet out. Now, 50 feet is a range which I know I can hit bunnies with the mini revolver, done it before in the headlights of the truck, hit possums and such, head shot several snakes over the years. I've had this thing for near 30 years and carry it ALL the time. Second shot rested over the gun rest and carefully aimed popped him right where I wanted it behind the shoulder. That sorta made my day, I was happy.
I skinned/cleaned the rabbit real quick and was going to just set it in the blind, but I had an hour and a half to go until sundown, so I ran back to the house and put it on ice in a bowl, washed my hands, and ran back out to the blind.
Hour and a half later, it's getting dark. The feeder hadn't gone off yet, but I knew it was about to. Then, a little spike came out about 70 yards down the trail toward my back fence. He turned sideways, I could just barely see the spikes in the dim light. It ain't the spike I've been seeing on my camera, though, shorter horns, but a legal deer and my freezer being empty, I shot him right behind the shoulder. He died before he hit the ground in his tracks. The old rifle scored again, 50 deer seasons after my first with the gun. I'm happy. I've got deer meat, the old girl did it yet again, and I'm sure it'd make my grandpa happy.
Busy afternoon. I have the deer on ice and the nice fryer sized swamp rabbit in the freezer. I'll butcher tomorrow. No need to keep this little spike on ice. They're tender and delicious this size/age.
I'm not going out in the morning, will wait until next weekend. NOW, the rest of the season will be to try and take either that wide 8 point I've been seeing or (not likely) a 10 pointer that showed up at night. And, as many rabbits as are running around here, I'll take 'em when I can with whatever I have on me. As for the rest of the deer season, I think I'll load up that CVA next weekend. I've taken one with it. It does the job and it's quite accurate if not .257 Roberts accurate.