I was out stalking last night by invatation. we saw lots of deer and came close but nothing stood long enough for a shot. on the way back we lamped for a fox.
after a little while Charlie complies by standing looking at us from about 150yds away, i manage to get across the bonnet with the bipod down, hold on his chest squeze the trigger followed by charlie running off!!!!
lots of muttering and swearing on my part.
10 mins later the lamp lights up another pair of foxes about 150 yds away.
this time i'm a bit more nervous as i definately don't want to mess this up so i ask the driver to range him. he was 140m away broadside on, stood still, I was PRONE off the bipod, hand tucked nicely under the heel of the stock, cross hairs straight on the shoulder, half a breath out, squeze, bang, off runs charlie and his mate. i'm to F*****ng shocked to even think about reloading. That fox should have been dead, no excuses.
Right, before I left to go stalking i stuck half a dozen rounds through the 6.5 just to check it was still on, nothing went outside a small bean tin out to 150m.
I've lost sleep over this so i've been out again this morning and tried it again and guess what? 9 rounds all in a small bean tin (never took the range finder but probably around 130-150m) I was kinda hoping it was out but nope, still smack on.
I hate misses like this when your convinced the shot was good it makes me question everything, rifle/loads/bullet/incompitence on my part.
The chap I was with made light of it which I was gratefull for but missing is bad enough but missing foxes in the lamp on someone elses ground is horrible especially when you don't know each other that well.
How do you guys get over days like this (at the moment i feel like wanging my 6.5 up the garden by the muzzle)
P.S to make matters worse i missed the turning for home and drove about 20 miles out of my way.