BlindJustice
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I was about 14 with my single shot .22 LR. We were on our way to NE. Central Wash. to hunt deer in the Columbia river river canyons upstream of the Grand Coulee Dam. On the way there, 4 or 5 coyotes passed in front of us in sagebrush country. Dad told me to load the Springfield .30-06 So
I did and he pulled over to the side of the road with the PU/Camper. The
coyotes ran east and by the time Dad came around the cab they were just disapprearin over a slight rise against a rock bluff running N-S.
We gave em a stalk enyway by running down the road to the north and stopping .... we ran east hoping to catch em. They were nowhere
to be seen. A magpie, white and black feathers, a member of the crow family landed on a basalt boulder. Dad told me to take a shot at least
we'd shoot at something. I shot and the Magpie dropped dead.
Dad paced it off - 77 paces hit the MP in the base of the skull and
separated it from the spine.
Once in a lifetime.... priceless what, 44 years ago?
I did and he pulled over to the side of the road with the PU/Camper. The
coyotes ran east and by the time Dad came around the cab they were just disapprearin over a slight rise against a rock bluff running N-S.
We gave em a stalk enyway by running down the road to the north and stopping .... we ran east hoping to catch em. They were nowhere
to be seen. A magpie, white and black feathers, a member of the crow family landed on a basalt boulder. Dad told me to take a shot at least
we'd shoot at something. I shot and the Magpie dropped dead.
Dad paced it off - 77 paces hit the MP in the base of the skull and
separated it from the spine.
Once in a lifetime.... priceless what, 44 years ago?