I went looking for some quail in the Antelope valley this weekend with my son and G/F. We got a couple birds, nothing spectacular other than the perfect weather. On the way out of the canyon we were in, I told them to be on the lookout for dogs. I have taken many yotes here, and winter coats are really thick and nice on these dogs. Well, I spot one.
I tell my son to grab a couple AR's from the bag; he's in the bed of the truck, and Kelsey jumps up there to join him. She starts getting all excited- "There are 2 dogs. 2 DOGS!! Give me a rifle, quick."
I toss 2 mags up to them, and I see them locking and loading. I am on the ground, kneeling. I am almost spot on with my .243, just about to smoke a 'yote and then riiigght above me............ ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!!
Not since the Navy have I had a pair of AR's go off over my head and behind me. With no hearing protection, I had foolishly set myself up right in the line of the muzzle report and blast. Well, my sure shot went to shit in a heartbeat!!
I missed, and there was fur flying all over the place. With iron sights, they took the dogs at about 90yds for the close one, and maybe the 2nd dog made it 40 more yards.
Did they really NEED to drop their full 10 round mags each to get the dogs??? Who knows. All I can say is, it was fun as hell. Just wish I had dropped in some earplugs first!
Can't wait to get back out. It's harder than most would think to take a dog at 100yds with a carbine, especially when he is on the move.
Great story, I have found the best memories are happenstance, not planned.
I can sincerely say that was a cool story bro!
Originally Posted By Rojodiablo:
Did they really NEED to drop their full 10 round mags each to get the dogs???
LMAO! No...but what the hell! Maybe its a good thing you didn't toss them up 30 rounders! LMAO.
Thanks for sharing!