{"sf1_id":932556,"sf2_id":"J1Ok0kQ1","title":"The hunter becomes the hunted (part1)","author":"nitro_wolf","words":713,"posted_at":"2015-11-11T04:17:00.000Z","tags":["Gun","Handgun","Hunting","Rifel","Shooting","Shotgun","Target pratice"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/932556-the-hunter-becomes-the-hunted-part1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Ok0kQ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7f/8f/7f8f0bd2-bd04-43a5-9e91-c2c1c5df48d9","description":"","content":"A full bottle of water is sitting on a grassy bank, motionless. \\*BANG\\* the bottle flies up into the air, torn apart from the power of the bullet ripping trough it at nearly 3000 feet per second. I said \"And thats how I feel about littering!\" the guys behind me all laugh as I pull the bolt to remove the spent case and push it\u0026nbsp;forward to insert a new bullet.\n\nOne of the guys, a red fox named Ben, said \"try this one!\" and he tosses a Pringle can, the can lands on its side in the soft dirt.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI guess the distance to be 50 yards, the distance my gun is sighted-in for and aim slightly to the left to account for the wind. \\*BANG\\* the bullet hits the can right on the bottom, giving it enough momentum to roll back to me, I pick it up and look at the hole left from my good old .30-06, I toss the can to Ben.\n\nI say \"that was the .30-06\" I than ask, knowing the response I will get \"who wants to see what I can do with the 12 gauge?!\" and the guys cheer. I put the rifle in its hard plastic, foam padded case, I go around to the cars trunk and pull-out a skeet tosser, a machine that tosses clay pidgins or skeet. I mount it to my spare tire to give it some weight,I set it up at 100 feet and load it with the skeet.\n\nI go back to my shooting position, now with my 12 gauge. I pass the little remote to another guy, a husky named Blue. I said \"press the launch button when I say pull\" he nodded. I loaded my shotgun to its maximum capacity of three shells and placed the butt of the gun against my shoulder.\n\nI said the word \"pull!\" and Blue pressed the button, the clay disk flew the first 50 feet quite quickly, than it slowed down and I shot at it. The skeet is instantly destroyed by the many lead pellets going at over 1300 feet per second. I pump out the spent shell and pushing the fore-end forwards inserts a new shell.\n\nI say \"press the button bellow it this time\" Blue nodded and I said \"pull!\" this time two skeet flew at me, I fired, pumped the shell out and fired again to shatter the two skeet. I reload, but this time only put one shell in the gun, I say \"press that button again\" than said \"pull!\"\n\nthe two skeet flew at me, I followed one with the muzzle of the gun, the two skeet crossed paths and I fired, bringing down both skeet. the guys shouted and cheered as I pumped out the spent shell.\n\nI put the shotgun in its case and put the skeet tosser and spare tire away. This time I pulled out a .45-70 and fired three shots into a dump truck load of sand to show how powerful the handgun is.\n\nI put the handgun away and took out a brand new gun, a .338 Lapua Magnum. I back the car to the very beginning of the range. I tell the guys to wait here while I set up a target. At the end of the range, I put a big 19 liter bottle full of water, with a bit of red food coloring to make it more visible. I drive back to the guys and using a range finder I can tell that the bottle is 650 yards away.\n\nI pass a pair of high powered binoculars to the last guy, my son Cory, he is 16 years old. he finds the bottle and gives me a thumbs-up. I lean against my car and get the bottle in my cross-hairs. \\*BANG\\* and the bottle splits right in half. everyone shouts and cheers, sounding like new years night.\n\nI put my things away and we start the trip home. We get home and the guys disperse leaving me and Cory. Cory is the spitting image of me... A tall, muscular wolf. We even have the same pattern, looking like a pissed-off husky, we are black all over except our paws/hands, our muzzles and those dots above our eyes.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}