About 22 years ago, heck, I dont remember, I bought one of the first 300 RUM rifles that came out, boy !! Talk about shouldering a cannon!!!
I put a good scope on it and bore sighted it in at 15 yards, fifteen rounds and two surgeons later I had the girl dialed in, the last two rounds caught my eye on the receiving end…..
Yep, I saw some poop flying after the paper target was hit, dang it!!! it was tree parts from the honey locust in my yard taking the brunt of the punishment, my stupid arse!!!
I was shooting through a fourteen inch diameter tree that brought me much joy with its leaves in spring and fall!!
For several years it held its own, and the last three years it you could tell it was struggling, sigh!
I also dreamed of having wood ducks here in my yard twenty yards from a small meandering stream that has raised countless numbers of them over the years, that nest on the tree is sixty feet from my south window..
This year, my first pair of wood ducks and ten babies!!!! YIPPEE!!!
Much to my dismay, the tree,,, that poor tree I had blasted to pieces started showing… that it with its last dying breath could bring me one more year of joy.
In the pic you can see the lowest branches,, green and very vibrant giving its all to protect the mother duck and her babies, tonight those leaves are showing their age and starting to wither..
Beneath those leaves you can see the wood duck nest my kid brother built where those babies were raised,,and that tree must be cut down soon so that it doesnt fall this winter on the power line to its south just feet away.
Ya, its a dang tree ya say, I can think of another tree that gave its all but most here wont get it so I wont go there.
I am a man of the land and tied to it in a spiritual way that I will not apologize for, it is how I was raised.
My last thought on this, be careful where you aim, the joy in your future may be altered by a poor placed shot……
Take that for what is worth from an old Iowa farmboy.