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BUT 1st, THE HARROWING DETAILS OF AN IMPOSSIBLE KILL THAT BECAME POSSIBLE.

Earlier I had posted that I was set up for a night of sniping coons, another mission on the front line of the "coon war", and as stated in the heading I smoked one at 150ft.

Here's the details.

I'm in position at my post and I'm breathing in the silence. I'm directly underneath a large White pine that's shedding large pine cones even without the help of a mild wind...and the skitters are vicious.

I pull up on my bolt-action .22 Marlin outfitted with 3x9x40 Leupold optics and understock orb light and scan my perimeter, 70 - 120ft, nothing, so I shut down and wait for a bit....within seconds the most hideous screeching and gnarling breaks the silence and the 1st I thought was that 2 lynx were fighting. I up the Marlin with the orb on max candle and point in the direction of the chatter...they were beyond my 120ft perimeter and in a different area...they were on a slope just inside the bush line, but their eyes lit right up with the light.

The coons split but the one that intersected my cross hairs was now head first scrambling down slope, I had the full length of it's body from head to ass. Knowing that my bullet is going to drop 6" I put the hairs on it's tailbone with the expectation of it hitting mid body into it's spine and taking out a lung...it's dark, I'm under skitter attack, the coon is outside of my comfortable kill zone with a lot of bush around it and it's running down hill....that fucking coon rolled, gasped, choked and then clawed viciously at the ground with it's front legs and got about 10ft, all while coughing up liquefied lungs...that rnd went exactly where I had intended it to go and with a lethal outcome.

When I saw the other coons they were heading for a mound of deadfall and I was locked into position at where I anticipated they would exit...they went into the mound and stayed there.

They'll get it tomorrow.

Even my old lady said tonight that I'm a good shot...

AND SHE'S RIGHT