Yep…VC. Ol’ Victor Charlie. Or, in the words of the world-renowned varmint hunter Carl Spackler, Varmint Cong.
I wish I had a really interesting story about this one. You know…”I had the wind in my face and if I kept to the shadows…” followed by my all-time favorite gun writer line, “I was 700 yards away…there was no way I could get any closer”.
But I don’t.
What really happened was I was out re-zeroing my Sniper Sahara when the Minister of ASA (All Sexual Activities) walked up and stated:
1. There is a gopher in the backyard that keeps sticking his head up.
2. I was to cease and desist with whatever I was doing and go kill the little burrowing bastard.
I had VC in the wire.
And so I set-up the Sahara and the Bog Pod on my back porch and began my vigil. After a nerve-wracking wait of 3 or so minutes, ol’ Victor Charlie presented himself. After taking into account the atmospheric conditions and the distance (10 yards), I put an end to his yard-marauding ways.
What’s kind of funny is that the Minister, via a bird feeder, has turned the backyard into her own personal Audubon Society. See picture of the Band-Tailed Pigeons below. Note the feeder hanging from the tree.
And as said Band-Tails have the table manners of a hyena, they throw bird seed ALL OVER the place. And Victor Charlie figger’d this out and would rise from the tunnels of Cu Chi and absolutely dine-out on bird seed. I know this because I MISSED him from 10 f@$!ing yards a couple days prior (the whole hold over/under thing confused my simpleton mind and I threw dirt all over him).
I love whacking ground squirrels, but taking out a gopher warms the sub-cockles of my heart.
The Brocock Reign of Terror continues…
Justin
PS: For those who don’t get the Varmint Cong/Carl Spackler references, here you go…
I wish I had a really interesting story about this one. You know…”I had the wind in my face and if I kept to the shadows…” followed by my all-time favorite gun writer line, “I was 700 yards away…there was no way I could get any closer”.
But I don’t.
What really happened was I was out re-zeroing my Sniper Sahara when the Minister of ASA (All Sexual Activities) walked up and stated:
1. There is a gopher in the backyard that keeps sticking his head up.
2. I was to cease and desist with whatever I was doing and go kill the little burrowing bastard.
I had VC in the wire.
And so I set-up the Sahara and the Bog Pod on my back porch and began my vigil. After a nerve-wracking wait of 3 or so minutes, ol’ Victor Charlie presented himself. After taking into account the atmospheric conditions and the distance (10 yards), I put an end to his yard-marauding ways.
What’s kind of funny is that the Minister, via a bird feeder, has turned the backyard into her own personal Audubon Society. See picture of the Band-Tailed Pigeons below. Note the feeder hanging from the tree.
And as said Band-Tails have the table manners of a hyena, they throw bird seed ALL OVER the place. And Victor Charlie figger’d this out and would rise from the tunnels of Cu Chi and absolutely dine-out on bird seed. I know this because I MISSED him from 10 f@$!ing yards a couple days prior (the whole hold over/under thing confused my simpleton mind and I threw dirt all over him).
I love whacking ground squirrels, but taking out a gopher warms the sub-cockles of my heart.
The Brocock Reign of Terror continues…
Justin
PS: For those who don’t get the Varmint Cong/Carl Spackler references, here you go…
That’s hilarious. Great shooting on that gopher. I can’t stand the little pests in my yard.