Spent the latter part of yesterday scouting my private hunt grounds to update any new findings on the numerous game trails then hung with the resident helping him with chicken coop reinforcements. The night raiders have picked up their activity thinking trying to fatten up for the upcoming fall and winter months and are making runs around the coop all through the night as well after daybreak. With all looking good at the residents I headed back home to get some grub and get the gear and shooter ready for the evenings pest control and time slipped past me and realizing that it was past 10 and sure I had missed the chance on a boat load of critters already so tossed the gear and shooter in the rig and was on m way. Upon arriving back at the residents I wasted no time and with gear and shooter I hand quickly but with as much stealth as I could muster made my way across the field and took note of the chill in the air and happy that I stowed a wool sweater in the gear bag to keep some of the chill crawling in with me during the night. I slipped onto the game trail and switched my headlamp on knowing that any critter out there would take notice but no worries since it would only be for a moment and the lamp would be stationed at the goodie station the rest of the evening 25yrds down from my hide. Dropped the gear and such at the hide then moved down the trail to set up the lamp and lay out some leftovers going Chinese tonight hehe then back to the hide to ready myself and the shooter and settle my mind in for the evening and any visitors. Expecting on longer wait due to me making my presence on the trail with a late start I poured myself a cup of java took in the beautiful chilly night and thought all is good but didn't even get a sip from my first cup of java as a Bandit just rolled without a care in the world it seemed and went right to work on the Chinese leftovers. There I sat holding a cup of java I one hand and the Gamo CFX .22in the other with the barrel resting on the shooting winder ledge well the java has got to go and bent over and gently placed it o the hide floor then refocused my efforts on dropping down behind the glass and acquiring this hungry raider with the crosshairs. As I found my target through the glass I took note that it was giving me a front profile shot then for some reason thought it had been awhile since one presented a side profile shot but wasn't complaining. The only problem I had was that it had it's lower part of it's head buried in leftovers and all I could get a bead on was eyes and ears so with that I eased the crosshairs up a hair put in the center of the fusebox and with all looking good let a 14.66 H&N FTT fly. A solid hit sounded back to me and the Bandit dropped face first into the goodies then quickly rolled to it's side and right into a wild break dancing death dance which lasted alittle over two minutes as I continue to watch through the glass taking note of the color red as well slinging about. It finally came to an end with a few kicks from it's back legs all still down the trail again so then I rested the shooter against the hide and took my first sip of java then gloved up with shooter in hand headed on down the trail and once there gave the Bandit a poke with the barrel for safety sake yup Bandit down. I give the harvest a closer look and another male with a good coat and a heck of a third eye with fusebox matter pushing out which was another good sign of a good hit in the right spot. Well time for it's photo shoot and actually get out of here before midnight and get him back to dress him out and prep for edibles.
I could have hung longer for sure since the critter activity from here up to the coops has been on a consistent rise but they will be there and still dong my part to let them know chicken raiding still comes with a price lol.
The shooter for the evenings dance was the CFX.22 shot taking at 25yrds using the H&NFTT 14,66g with the usual frontal calling card to the fusebox. Ed