some turkey.. The lil bambi's must have heard that there was a mean assed 10 year old sniper in the pasture. They wouldn't co-operate. Late this evening Bub's trigger finger was gittin itchy and he asked me if could shoot a turkey. I said "I don't know, CAN YOU?"
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I admonished him to take a head shot ONLY or not to shoot at all. My reason for this was, that since he was shooting a 257Roberts that I built in '71 with a 28" Douglas supreme barrel on it, that thing flings those lil 25 cal pills downrange at some serious speed. I really didn't want to see a perfectly functioning turky vaporized and splattered over a quarter of an acre.
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( don't axe me how I know that can happen, I saw my dad do that very thing with that gun one day
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) Bub drew his bead on a big "jake" ( young tom) about 65 yds downrange and let fly. He hit him where the neck joins the body..
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It was an instant kill and no meat was damaged. The bird never knew what hit him. Now he knows why I tell him where to shoot what and I think he'll listen the next time.
Bub did the dirty work cleaning the bird and we got about 12 lbs of meat off the lil feller. He'll fry up nicely.
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