The wife and I just got back from our last (3rd) prairie dog trip of 2011. We shot for 2 days on private property north of the Rosebud this trip. We shot from about 9 AM until just before sunset and killed a slew of p dogs Monday. We don't usually "keep score" but the wife killed 16 in her first 20 shots with her CZ .204, all around 200-250 yards. We shot the same 2 dog towns Tuesday and, naturally, the shooting wasn't quite as good but we shot for 3 hours in the morning, took a lunch break, then shot fairly steadily until about 7:30. When the shadows fall across the dog town, you're done.
I made the mistake of letting my wife shoot my Savage .17 Fireball. Net result: I have to come up with one for her before next year. I think I'll beconverting a 10FP .308 to the little Fireball round. Anything inside 300 yards is dead-dog-walking once you've doped the wind!
Pheasant were everywhere and a bunch of them casually strolled through the dog town while we were shooting Tuesday afternoon. I think they know they are out of season. We also had the pleasure of watching what were either very large hawks or small eagles attending the buffet we arranged for them. At one point, there were 10 of them eating our kills. Whatever they were, when they showed up, the prairie dogs went down and we just had to wait until they left.
Bow season had just started and we shared the lodge with 4 deer hunters from Kansas City. One stuck a nice buck Sunday evening but the other three were still hunting when we left Wednesday AM.
Another "season" is over and our first shoot for 2012 is in the books. Life is good..........unless you're a prairie dog!
I made the mistake of letting my wife shoot my Savage .17 Fireball. Net result: I have to come up with one for her before next year. I think I'll beconverting a 10FP .308 to the little Fireball round. Anything inside 300 yards is dead-dog-walking once you've doped the wind!
Pheasant were everywhere and a bunch of them casually strolled through the dog town while we were shooting Tuesday afternoon. I think they know they are out of season. We also had the pleasure of watching what were either very large hawks or small eagles attending the buffet we arranged for them. At one point, there were 10 of them eating our kills. Whatever they were, when they showed up, the prairie dogs went down and we just had to wait until they left.
Bow season had just started and we shared the lodge with 4 deer hunters from Kansas City. One stuck a nice buck Sunday evening but the other three were still hunting when we left Wednesday AM.
Another "season" is over and our first shoot for 2012 is in the books. Life is good..........unless you're a prairie dog!
