Out on Friday eve as is the norm, on a sheep farm looking for Charlie I had a very odd thing happen. I was sitting watching over the sheep and lambs half expecting a fox to appear from the far side of the field where a disused railway line runs (they love the place).
Did Charlie read the script ? Did he hell as like. He appeared at about 250yds working his way up towards me alongside the hedge I was sitting against. I could see that it was a 3/4 grown cub and I was between him and the lambs, so on he came oblivious to my presence until he stopped for a wee about 150yds from me. I settled the crosshairs on his bib and squeezed .... and literally as the shot left the rifle he suddenly swung his head round to nibble at his side. There was a satisfyingly resounding 'thump' as the little bullet found it's forever home and Charlie fell down a treat, but on inspection he had 3 fresh holes in him !
The bullet had entered the neck on his right side, exited the neck on the left side (leaving a decent sized exit hole due to expansion) and then re-entered him just behind the shoulder making a hole about 2 1/2" across. The 32 grain bullet must have been expanding all the time and the whallop of the second impact was loud enough to echo round the field. When I chatted with the farmer before leaving he said he had been in the shed, which was 2 fields from where I was, and that he had heard the wallop but not the shot, and had wondered what it was.
The fox was mangey and had lost half the fur from his brush which isn't common around here, but with 3 holes in him I don't think it will bother him any more.
Did Charlie read the script ? Did he hell as like. He appeared at about 250yds working his way up towards me alongside the hedge I was sitting against. I could see that it was a 3/4 grown cub and I was between him and the lambs, so on he came oblivious to my presence until he stopped for a wee about 150yds from me. I settled the crosshairs on his bib and squeezed .... and literally as the shot left the rifle he suddenly swung his head round to nibble at his side. There was a satisfyingly resounding 'thump' as the little bullet found it's forever home and Charlie fell down a treat, but on inspection he had 3 fresh holes in him !
The bullet had entered the neck on his right side, exited the neck on the left side (leaving a decent sized exit hole due to expansion) and then re-entered him just behind the shoulder making a hole about 2 1/2" across. The 32 grain bullet must have been expanding all the time and the whallop of the second impact was loud enough to echo round the field. When I chatted with the farmer before leaving he said he had been in the shed, which was 2 fields from where I was, and that he had heard the wallop but not the shot, and had wondered what it was.
The fox was mangey and had lost half the fur from his brush which isn't common around here, but with 3 holes in him I don't think it will bother him any more.
