Ahhhhh ! Chuck Huntin'
Now down in Flah-Dah,no chucks here. In Maine had dedicated farms that I would hunt. I would help the farmers with the hay,fence upkeep,security,etc,and I had exclusive access to their farms for chuck hunting. Guessing,I probably had 4,000A at my disposal.
Would contact the farmer and let him know that i was coming. Stop by the house for some idle chit-chat and a glass of iced tea. He'd brief me on where he saw them last and the priorities to be whacked. Off I'd go with my 220Swift for a day of some of the finest hunting available.
One farmer allowed me to also deer and turkey hunt on his property. I stopped by one day and introduced myself. I asked him if he had any chucks and the holes associated. I knew he had 100 or so head of milk cows. He asked,"how much you chargin"? I was kinda shocked,knowing that Mainers for the most part have the ultra dry kinda humor. Before I could respond(thank goodness) he stated that he would not go above a buck each. I quickly told him,"no sir,I don't charge".
He seemed very happy and he agreed ONLY if I could possibly take care of the one out back of his barn that would eat his garden every year. Seems he had been shooting at it with an older single shot 22LR and never seemed to be able to hit it because of the "long shot".
I told him to show me,and we headed around back of the barn and looked out over his vegetable patch. The chucks hole was out there about 125yds. I loaded my Swift,folded down the legs on the Harris bipod and told him to have a shot. I cranked the Leupold up to 20X and he gasped loudly. Chuck came out,he put a 52gr Sierra HPBT thru the chucks ribs,and I was one of the family.
I was greeted after every hunt with a pitcher of iced tea and stories of the "old days". Chuck huntin'.....gotta love it. -----pruhdlr