The genesis273 Special shines on Opening Day!
Nov 17, 2019 20:02:39 GMT -5
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Post by HighCotton on Nov 17, 2019 20:02:39 GMT -5
Some of you may recall that I had genesis273 dip a rifle for me almost 2 years ago. He did an awesome job using a double process with God's Country camo and Respect patterns. I did not have success with the gun las deer season. This year, I focused on dialing that gun in with the help of my ole buddy jack ryan!
I topped the rifle with a Redfield Revolution, 3x9-40. I practiced with the rifle from 25 to 150 yards, shooting both left handed and right handed. I've done this for decades as I realized many years ago that it can be very difficult to get an off hand shot out of a tree stand. The rifle consistently shoots <1" groups out to 150 yards with the Winchester XP, 130 grain.
Opening morning was quite slow out of the Parke County stand. Around 9:45 I caught movement in our east woods. Two doe popped out and were quickly followed by a small orphaned pair we call the Bobbsey Twins.
My position was poor with overhanging branches so I laid sideways on the footrest of the 2 man stand and used the backrail as a gun rest. This got me under the obstructions and gave me a clear shot. Fully and solidly rested, I gently squeezed the trigger and the doe dropped like a rock. Bobbsey twins pranced off into the cut bean field and the other doe acted totally confused and started stomping the left hoof. Totally broadside. Kaboom! And down goes the second, like a wet noodle (with a few seconds of flopping).
Now I had a chance to range them. First deer, 122 yards. Second deer, 126 yards!
Nothing will make you love a gun more than success like this.
I crawled up from my goofy position and sat for a good while and simply admired the patterns on the rifle. "Dang, genesis273! You did a great job on this baby."
Then came the evening hunt. Similarly, we had no action until 15 minutes before the end of shooting light. A small doe pops out of the woods some 150 yards away. Then a few minutes later, about 30 yards further north, a huge Queenie of a doe is standing perfectly broadside. I sat watching her and then to my surprise, I see a buck come running and chasing her.
With branches in the way, I could not get a get visual, but I could tell he was at least 4 on one side and a big bodied deer. Light was fading fast. I looked at my watch to check the time. Yep. Still legal light. But, he was a good 160 yards away and hot on this doe. Then to my amazement, it appeared that he was trotting across the bean field directly toward me. Sure enough, he was on a line as though I had been calling my dog. Now I had a quick decision. Given the chance, was this the buck for which to use my tag???
I didn't think for long. With my crazy travels and work schedule, amongst other variables...Yes, I'd bust him if I could.
As he continued on his path, I waited for him to pass a big oak tree and bleated him to a stop. From ~40 yards he looked directly at me. For a nano second, I'm the last image he saw. Kapowee! Some muzzle blast from the rifle. And Bucky boy expired in a patch of briars after a 40 yards tripping trek near one of our other stands.
Interesting buck. Dressed 175 lbs. Seriously busted up left rack. Sliced up ear. Gouges in his neck. And a weird looking, broken front hoof.
Not all openers roll like this! I feel pretty blessed to enjoy such a great day!
A few pics from the day:
Where they dropped:
A pic with the rifle:
Buck down:
Funky hoof:
I topped the rifle with a Redfield Revolution, 3x9-40. I practiced with the rifle from 25 to 150 yards, shooting both left handed and right handed. I've done this for decades as I realized many years ago that it can be very difficult to get an off hand shot out of a tree stand. The rifle consistently shoots <1" groups out to 150 yards with the Winchester XP, 130 grain.
Opening morning was quite slow out of the Parke County stand. Around 9:45 I caught movement in our east woods. Two doe popped out and were quickly followed by a small orphaned pair we call the Bobbsey Twins.
My position was poor with overhanging branches so I laid sideways on the footrest of the 2 man stand and used the backrail as a gun rest. This got me under the obstructions and gave me a clear shot. Fully and solidly rested, I gently squeezed the trigger and the doe dropped like a rock. Bobbsey twins pranced off into the cut bean field and the other doe acted totally confused and started stomping the left hoof. Totally broadside. Kaboom! And down goes the second, like a wet noodle (with a few seconds of flopping).
Now I had a chance to range them. First deer, 122 yards. Second deer, 126 yards!
Nothing will make you love a gun more than success like this.
I crawled up from my goofy position and sat for a good while and simply admired the patterns on the rifle. "Dang, genesis273! You did a great job on this baby."
Then came the evening hunt. Similarly, we had no action until 15 minutes before the end of shooting light. A small doe pops out of the woods some 150 yards away. Then a few minutes later, about 30 yards further north, a huge Queenie of a doe is standing perfectly broadside. I sat watching her and then to my surprise, I see a buck come running and chasing her.
With branches in the way, I could not get a get visual, but I could tell he was at least 4 on one side and a big bodied deer. Light was fading fast. I looked at my watch to check the time. Yep. Still legal light. But, he was a good 160 yards away and hot on this doe. Then to my amazement, it appeared that he was trotting across the bean field directly toward me. Sure enough, he was on a line as though I had been calling my dog. Now I had a quick decision. Given the chance, was this the buck for which to use my tag???
I didn't think for long. With my crazy travels and work schedule, amongst other variables...Yes, I'd bust him if I could.
As he continued on his path, I waited for him to pass a big oak tree and bleated him to a stop. From ~40 yards he looked directly at me. For a nano second, I'm the last image he saw. Kapowee! Some muzzle blast from the rifle. And Bucky boy expired in a patch of briars after a 40 yards tripping trek near one of our other stands.
Interesting buck. Dressed 175 lbs. Seriously busted up left rack. Sliced up ear. Gouges in his neck. And a weird looking, broken front hoof.
Not all openers roll like this! I feel pretty blessed to enjoy such a great day!
A few pics from the day:
Where they dropped:
A pic with the rifle:
Buck down:
Funky hoof:
