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?"

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.

( don't axe me how I know that can happen, I saw my dad do that very thing with that gun one day

) 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..

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.
