Guy Miner
Master Loader
- Apr 6, 2006
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The call for assistance had come in earlier in the week. An orchardist along the mighty Columbia River was having trouble with invaders again this spring. Hordes of illegal rock chucks were swarming through and under his deer fence, into the cherry orchard! A call to arms!
Acting on the latest intel, young M700 Junior and I arose at the crack of dawn. Well, maybe by 0800 or so... Drove out to the orchard and quietly stalked forward, where we could see the disputed no-man's land between the orchard and the slopes above. The rock chucks had the high ground and terrific natural camouflage. All we had was a pair of smallish caliber rifles and the guts to stand steady in the face of this grave onslaught of predatory vermin.
M700 Junior giving Dad's new .204 a try. He still prefers his tried and true 6mm Remington.
No man's land, aka The Killing Fields. The chucks held the high ground, but rather than staying content with that, they have been invading the orchard below:
Young M700 Junior on post with his 6mm Remington, preparing to send 75 grains of hollow point downrange. Yes, I reminded him to put the ear muffs on before touching off the round...
This chuck thought he was safe under his fortress boulder. He hadn't counted on the flat trajectory of the 6mm Rem!
Triumph! Another attack beaten back. Here M700 Junior is next to a chuck fortress inside the fence line!
Tally for the morning: three chucks to the .204, three to the 6mm, a dead tie, and the orchard was saved for another season of cherries!
Acting on the latest intel, young M700 Junior and I arose at the crack of dawn. Well, maybe by 0800 or so... Drove out to the orchard and quietly stalked forward, where we could see the disputed no-man's land between the orchard and the slopes above. The rock chucks had the high ground and terrific natural camouflage. All we had was a pair of smallish caliber rifles and the guts to stand steady in the face of this grave onslaught of predatory vermin.
M700 Junior giving Dad's new .204 a try. He still prefers his tried and true 6mm Remington.
No man's land, aka The Killing Fields. The chucks held the high ground, but rather than staying content with that, they have been invading the orchard below:
Young M700 Junior on post with his 6mm Remington, preparing to send 75 grains of hollow point downrange. Yes, I reminded him to put the ear muffs on before touching off the round...
This chuck thought he was safe under his fortress boulder. He hadn't counted on the flat trajectory of the 6mm Rem!
Triumph! Another attack beaten back. Here M700 Junior is next to a chuck fortress inside the fence line!
Tally for the morning: three chucks to the .204, three to the 6mm, a dead tie, and the orchard was saved for another season of cherries!