The hunter becomes the hunted (part1)
A full bottle of water is sitting on a grassy bank, motionless. *BANG* the bottle flies up into the air, torn apart from the power of the bullet ripping trough it at nearly 3000 feet per second. I said "And thats how I feel about littering!" the guys behind me all laugh as I pull the bolt to remove the spent case and push it forward to insert a new bullet.
One of the guys, a red fox named Ben, said "try this one!" and he tosses a Pringle can, the can lands on its side in the soft dirt.
I guess the distance to be 50 yards, the distance my gun is sighted-in for and aim slightly to the left to account for the wind. *BANG* the bullet hits the can right on the bottom, giving it enough momentum to roll back to me, I pick it up and look at the hole left from my good old .30-06, I toss the can to Ben.
I say "that was the .30-06" I than ask, knowing the response I will get "who wants to see what I can do with the 12 gauge?!" and the guys cheer. I put the rifle in its hard plastic, foam padded case, I go around to the cars trunk and pull-out a skeet tosser, a machine that tosses clay pidgins or skeet. I mount it to my spare tire to give it some weight,I set it up at 100 feet and load it with the skeet.
I go back to my shooting position, now with my 12 gauge. I pass the little remote to another guy, a husky named Blue. I said "press the launch button when I say pull" he nodded. I loaded my shotgun to its maximum capacity of three shells and placed the butt of the gun against my shoulder.
I said the word "pull!" and Blue pressed the button, the clay disk flew the first 50 feet quite quickly, than it slowed down and I shot at it. The skeet is instantly destroyed by the many lead pellets going at over 1300 feet per second. I pump out the spent shell and pushing the fore-end forwards inserts a new shell.
I say "press the button bellow it this time" Blue nodded and I said "pull!" this time two skeet flew at me, I fired, pumped the shell out and fired again to shatter the two skeet. I reload, but this time only put one shell in the gun, I say "press that button again" than said "pull!"
the two skeet flew at me, I followed one with the muzzle of the gun, the two skeet crossed paths and I fired, bringing down both skeet. the guys shouted and cheered as I pumped out the spent shell.
I put the shotgun in its case and put the skeet tosser and spare tire away. This time I pulled out a .45-70 and fired three shots into a dump truck load of sand to show how powerful the handgun is.
I put the handgun away and took out a brand new gun, a .338 Lapua Magnum. I back the car to the very beginning of the range. I tell the guys to wait here while I set up a target. At the end of the range, I put a big 19 liter bottle full of water, with a bit of red food coloring to make it more visible. I drive back to the guys and using a range finder I can tell that the bottle is 650 yards away.
I pass a pair of high powered binoculars to the last guy, my son Cory, he is 16 years old. he finds the bottle and gives me a thumbs-up. I lean against my car and get the bottle in my cross-hairs. *BANG* and the bottle splits right in half. everyone shouts and cheers, sounding like new years night.
I put my things away and we start the trip home. We get home and the guys disperse leaving me and Cory. Cory is the spitting image of me... A tall, muscular wolf. We even have the same pattern, looking like a pissed-off husky, we are black all over except our paws/hands, our muzzles and those dots above our eyes.