Pretty entertaining article I read.
I dont know what it is about men and their targets, but shooting at targets is quite boring to me. Okay, so it is a slight challenge to get the sites zeroed, but its really not that hard. A rifle is even easier to site in (especially with optics) due to their longer sight radius. Estimate the distance, have a second person with binoculars or a spotting scope, waste some ammo, adjust the scope, done. At common distances of a hundred yards or less, with any weapon that Im familiar with, I can hit close to the bullseye nine out of ten times. Boring. The worst part, now I have to clean the darned rifle. Makes me not want to shoot much.
Then one day I walked out to my greenhouse only to discover that all my strawberries had been eaten on the red ripe side, and the green side left alone. I was quite upset as I had waited almost two years for those darned strawberries. I had to know who the culprit was. So one Saturday morning I opened up the greenhouse like usual, then hid behind the woodpile on a lawn chair and watched. No sooner had the place gotten quiet that I saw the first chipmunk running for the greenhouse. No, I thought, not chipmunks.
I watched closely as the entire family of chipmunks, great aunts and uncles, along with half brothers and sisters included; the whole family helped themselves to everything I would normally want to eat. And yes, they checked the strawberries for more redness. I was furious to put it mildly.
I immediately grabbed our have-a-heart traps and set them out with delicious and enticing bait. No go, the chipmunks were too smart. They figured out how to get the food through the bars and not enter. I then set out bucket traps filled with water and sunflower seeds, and while that was slightly successful, only two out of about 20 drowned. Not enough. Out of desperation I asked my husband, what can I do?
He broke the news gently: Youve always wanted to know why we have a 22 LR rifle, now you know. Youre just going to have to go hunting. He got the .22 LR rifle ready, handed me ear plugs, and said if I needed support, to just let him know. I looked at the rifle and laughed. Ive got you now little buggers I thought. I considered myself a pretty good shot. Like I said, at least nine out of ten target shots were on the bullseye. I figured I would shoot them all and be bored in no time.
I didnt think much of my first miss, but when the misses continued, I started to worry that maybe the scope wasnt sited in correctly, maybe it got bumped or something happened. I took some practice shots at close range only to debunk that thought. It cant be me I thought, I can shoot well. Then I realized that Ive never shot at moving targets before, especially ones so small. I also realized the terrain wasnt perfect, I was shooting uphill and downhill, not just straight on.
I took a deep breath and considered my situation as I was reloading the magazine. I then considered the cost of ammo, and lack of availability of ammo, and thought my gosh, if this were TEOTWAWKI I would have just wasted an entire (small) box of ammo on wildlife that not even my dogs got to benefit from. I had to get serious. I now regretted all the times I tuned out the boring lectures on shooting techniques that my husband was trying to teach me when shooting at boring targets. I decided to take a break and get some quick training lessons from my husband, whom I was now mad at since I felt he cheated me out of training by having me shoot at still targets in perfect conditions. I also did some online research on my own as well, which Ill share the sites I found to be most helpful shortly.
There is something to be said about the training benefit of shooting at live moving targets, at various distances, and up and down hills. It is not the same as target shooting. I saw a new challenge before me. First, I had to learn how to adjust my sites (scope) for downhill shooting, then again for uphill shooting. I had to learn that holding a rifle while shooting uphill is harder than it may seem. I also learned that there is a certain amount of bullet drop compensation to be considered for distances longer or shorter than for what the scope is zeroed. My frustration of missing these darned chipmunks certainly kept me from getting bored. Not only was I frustrated from constantly missing, I knew these little buggers would come back to eat more of my strawberries that they thought I had grown for them. I had to get better.
I brought out a lawn chair and a small table. I placed the rifle on a bi-pod on the table, and sat in the chair as I waited for the little chipmunks to come out of their hiding places. It wasnt long. There were so many of those well fed little buggers that I continued to take deep breaths to keep from getting angry. The bi-pod helped to keep my rifle stable as my arm was beyond tired at this point. I took deep breaths and waited patiently for the right moment. Then I would hold my breath briefly when I would take a shot to minimize movement that would affect my point of aim.
My first kill was extremely exciting. I had completely disregarded the idea of protecting wildlife and admiring nature. These critters were eating the very food I intended to survive on. It was me or them, and at this point, I had one confirmed. With my second one, the excitement grew even wilder. Yes, that was two out of the gene pool, woohoo!
After what seemed like hours, as the sun was now getting hot, and I had come out unprepared with no hat for protection, no water, and no food. I felt the burning on my face, but I still had many chipmunks to go. I waited patiently, quietly, and as they went running for their breakfast, I aimed, and fired. I was already getting better at aiming thanks to the bi-pod, but had a long ways to go to get to my 100% that I was used to on still targets. Then all of a sudden, a brave little four legged chipmunk popped its head up only about 10 feet in front of me. No way was I going to miss. I could see through the scope as he stared at me with a smirk, somehow he knew I was going to miss. So I aimed carefully, took in a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. All I heard this time was a click. I was out of ammo. Yet another lesson learned, as I was completely unprepared and the little chipmunk I am sure laughed at me as he ran towards the greenhouse.
Now you know what I do every Saturday and Sunday morning as most normal people go about normal life. I shoot little wild buggers that think they can eat my garden. While this may not be the most efficient way to eliminate them, it does serve a duel purpose as a great aid to training. As a result, Ive lost count of my confirmed kills, but I have learned some important lessons. A moving target is a lot different than one standing still. A rifle is much heavier after carrying it for a few hours. The scope is only zeroed to a certain degree, you must compensate for distance (bullet drop), incline/decline/elevation (uphill/downhill) and wind. And you must practice in real life scenarios.