In case some of ya'll were not English majors like me, a Haiku is a very short poem that is supposed to contain a complete experience.
Sometimes that's the only kind of hunt I can get. A short one.
The last couple of weeks have been crazy, with overtime work, overtime family requirements, lots of Church business...I was feeling overworked and under-appreciated.
I had a business meeting scheduled out about halfway to my favorite Whistle Pig hunting ground.(WP is a kind of ground squirrel--about half the size of a Prairie Dog). Should be done around 3:30 or 4pm. Had an evening appointment, too, at 7pm. But I figured I might squeeze 2 hours of hunting in between the two...So I threw my boots and jeans and rifle and water bottle in the car before I took off. Figured I had to do my part to "Save the Priarie" from the vermin that cause prairie-mange.
Got done with the meeting and high-tailed it. First the Highway, then the byway, then the dirt road, then the old tracks. Changed outa my slacks in the car, trying to spot rodents while doing so.
No problems with the rodent spotting. They were everywhere.
My rifle is a little popgun the size and weight of a Red Ryder BB gun. Maybe lighter. Its an oddball .17/.357Mag wildcat built on a Martini Cadet action. Carries like a toy gun but it shoots pretty well out to 200 yards.
I never had to take shot nearly that long. The piggies were frisky and dumb. I'd shoot a few, walk a few hundred yards, shoot a few more, and repeat.
Even with as little time as I had, my barrel got warm and I got bored. There were so many targets. I even tried a new variation--shooting 'em with my .22 Kit Gun. Didn't hit any with it, but I got close enough that I thought I might.
When it was time to go, I was ready to go. I'd had a good long walk. I was almost out of ammo. I was reminded what a beautiful place the shortgrass prairie is. I felt lucky to have a rifle and cartridge both rare and suited to the task.
I was ready to get on with life. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.
Sometimes that's the only kind of hunt I can get. A short one.
The last couple of weeks have been crazy, with overtime work, overtime family requirements, lots of Church business...I was feeling overworked and under-appreciated.
I had a business meeting scheduled out about halfway to my favorite Whistle Pig hunting ground.(WP is a kind of ground squirrel--about half the size of a Prairie Dog). Should be done around 3:30 or 4pm. Had an evening appointment, too, at 7pm. But I figured I might squeeze 2 hours of hunting in between the two...So I threw my boots and jeans and rifle and water bottle in the car before I took off. Figured I had to do my part to "Save the Priarie" from the vermin that cause prairie-mange.
Got done with the meeting and high-tailed it. First the Highway, then the byway, then the dirt road, then the old tracks. Changed outa my slacks in the car, trying to spot rodents while doing so.
No problems with the rodent spotting. They were everywhere.
My rifle is a little popgun the size and weight of a Red Ryder BB gun. Maybe lighter. Its an oddball .17/.357Mag wildcat built on a Martini Cadet action. Carries like a toy gun but it shoots pretty well out to 200 yards.
I never had to take shot nearly that long. The piggies were frisky and dumb. I'd shoot a few, walk a few hundred yards, shoot a few more, and repeat.
Even with as little time as I had, my barrel got warm and I got bored. There were so many targets. I even tried a new variation--shooting 'em with my .22 Kit Gun. Didn't hit any with it, but I got close enough that I thought I might.
When it was time to go, I was ready to go. I'd had a good long walk. I was almost out of ammo. I was reminded what a beautiful place the shortgrass prairie is. I felt lucky to have a rifle and cartridge both rare and suited to the task.
I was ready to get on with life. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.
