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I have a grandson I don't get to see very often since my son divorced his mom a few years ago, but I try to see him at least once a month and two weeks in the summer. This was our two weeks together and I gave him his first rifle, a Rem. 600 in .223, over the last few months we have been building the gun together a rather exciting affair for a 10 year old, we finished it the day before he had to leave.
We sighted it in and loaded 100 rounds of ammo, we decided to go on a hunt the next day. We left at 3:30 AM to call coyotes out in the wheat fields. by 6:am we had two dogs down one each and a third that wouldn't come closer then 200+ yds he just stayed their moving back and forth not quite ready to come in, he finally sat down and stared at our hide, my grandson set his bi pod out to full length let out his breath and Bam he was one up on me, a really good shot. We moved to another spot near a bunch of free range cattle, we spotted a good hide just past the fence and moved thought the fence with the proper gun safety and headed to where we would set up, we weren't 100 yds into the field when a bull started pawing the ground and acting rather ornery I told him to back towards the fence and I would keep the bulls attention, he made it to the fence and then I started backing up to the fence. The bull charged then stopped and flung his head around, while he snorted and pawed the ground I made it to about 40 feet from the fence, he stated charging again and I ran for the fence I made it by inches with my grandson laughing his ass off.
We decided to find a less hazardous place to hunt and headed for the small pond on the ranch, it seemed like the right time to me to give him some driving time so we pulled over and I let him have the drivers seat, he did pretty good until we came to the lake and we hit some mud, before I could tell him to take it easy he hit the gas and we were stuck, after 45 min. of digging and teaching him some new cuss words we got the truck out and headed back on our way. We drove around for a couple of hours and saw some turkey, mule deer, and what he thought might be Sasquatch along the river. At about 7pm we headed in and as we drove through town we came up on the truck stop, he wanted to stop and eat so we split a milk shake and a chili burger, as we were setting their looking out the window a couple of women in very short shorts walked by, my grandson asked who they were I answered without thinking "just a couple of hookers" we paid and I took him home. As we drove up his mom came out and he jumped from the truck and excitedly yelled out "Mom we saw hookers" Well that's as good a memory as any I guess I know I still remember my first hookers.
We sighted it in and loaded 100 rounds of ammo, we decided to go on a hunt the next day. We left at 3:30 AM to call coyotes out in the wheat fields. by 6:am we had two dogs down one each and a third that wouldn't come closer then 200+ yds he just stayed their moving back and forth not quite ready to come in, he finally sat down and stared at our hide, my grandson set his bi pod out to full length let out his breath and Bam he was one up on me, a really good shot. We moved to another spot near a bunch of free range cattle, we spotted a good hide just past the fence and moved thought the fence with the proper gun safety and headed to where we would set up, we weren't 100 yds into the field when a bull started pawing the ground and acting rather ornery I told him to back towards the fence and I would keep the bulls attention, he made it to the fence and then I started backing up to the fence. The bull charged then stopped and flung his head around, while he snorted and pawed the ground I made it to about 40 feet from the fence, he stated charging again and I ran for the fence I made it by inches with my grandson laughing his ass off.
We decided to find a less hazardous place to hunt and headed for the small pond on the ranch, it seemed like the right time to me to give him some driving time so we pulled over and I let him have the drivers seat, he did pretty good until we came to the lake and we hit some mud, before I could tell him to take it easy he hit the gas and we were stuck, after 45 min. of digging and teaching him some new cuss words we got the truck out and headed back on our way. We drove around for a couple of hours and saw some turkey, mule deer, and what he thought might be Sasquatch along the river. At about 7pm we headed in and as we drove through town we came up on the truck stop, he wanted to stop and eat so we split a milk shake and a chili burger, as we were setting their looking out the window a couple of women in very short shorts walked by, my grandson asked who they were I answered without thinking "just a couple of hookers" we paid and I took him home. As we drove up his mom came out and he jumped from the truck and excitedly yelled out "Mom we saw hookers" Well that's as good a memory as any I guess I know I still remember my first hookers.
