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Myself and a mate headed out last night for a session on the foxes and 'roo's on what was promising to be a good night as it was almost a complete dark night and for once no wind.
The place we were on was next door to the place we shot for the last 2 weekends so we were hoping to bust a few more foxes up and thin a few more 'roo's out.
WE saw probably 6-8 foxes and no roo's had a shot at 4 foxes 1 of which moved just as I fired and the other was a guesstimation which dropped short on the fox by not much as I have the 22/250AI sitting about 1.6" high at 100 yards so it was probably better than 350yards away at a rough guess as at 300yards it drops probably 2- 3" so it would've hit the fox in the chest with the cross hairs on it's head.
I hit the 1st fox of the night which was sitting watching us around 100 yards away with the 22/250AIwith a shoulder shot as it was standing side on. The 60gn Sierra HP hit it like an express train and basically bowled it over.
We couldn't get into the paddock to find it as we would've had to go down about 100yards to a gate and then try and find it in knee high thistles.
We travelled around the paddocks for a while and the last fox of the night was trotting along a fence line at the base of a small hill about 300yards + so we drove down towards it to shorten up the range and stopped. Meanwhile the fox had headed up the hill and was about 3/4 of the way up and probably around the 150 yard mark and getting a bit edgy.
The mate hit the button whistle which had the desired effect of making the fox stick it's head up a bit higher in the long grass and it then won a frontal lobotomy from a 60gn Sierra HP.
The look on it's face was eye boggling. And that was basically the last fox of the night as we headed out we saw 3 more foxes but they weren't even remotely interested in coming into the whistle or moving but they were out in the boonies and by then we'd had enough and packed up
The place we were on was next door to the place we shot for the last 2 weekends so we were hoping to bust a few more foxes up and thin a few more 'roo's out.
WE saw probably 6-8 foxes and no roo's had a shot at 4 foxes 1 of which moved just as I fired and the other was a guesstimation which dropped short on the fox by not much as I have the 22/250AI sitting about 1.6" high at 100 yards so it was probably better than 350yards away at a rough guess as at 300yards it drops probably 2- 3" so it would've hit the fox in the chest with the cross hairs on it's head.
I hit the 1st fox of the night which was sitting watching us around 100 yards away with the 22/250AIwith a shoulder shot as it was standing side on. The 60gn Sierra HP hit it like an express train and basically bowled it over.
We couldn't get into the paddock to find it as we would've had to go down about 100yards to a gate and then try and find it in knee high thistles.
We travelled around the paddocks for a while and the last fox of the night was trotting along a fence line at the base of a small hill about 300yards + so we drove down towards it to shorten up the range and stopped. Meanwhile the fox had headed up the hill and was about 3/4 of the way up and probably around the 150 yard mark and getting a bit edgy.
The mate hit the button whistle which had the desired effect of making the fox stick it's head up a bit higher in the long grass and it then won a frontal lobotomy from a 60gn Sierra HP.
The look on it's face was eye boggling. And that was basically the last fox of the night as we headed out we saw 3 more foxes but they weren't even remotely interested in coming into the whistle or moving but they were out in the boonies and by then we'd had enough and packed up
