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Back about 15 years ago a longtime friend and I were discussing powerful rifles and their effect on various game animals. At that particular time my most powerful rifle was a Remington 700 in .300 Win mag. After numerous chides and outright insults I produced the 300 and some loads with the 130 Speer HP. I think the charge was 74.0 of 4350. At any rate we headed to one of the nearest alfalfa seedings to set up a target. Lo and behold,there was a woodchuck engaged in breaking the 11th commandment of "Thou shalt not dig holes in thy Farmer's field". I settled into my prone position, handed my 10x50s to my friend and told him to watch the chuck. There was the BOOM and a pink mist in the air. Sad to say Mr. chuck all but disappeared. My bud looked at me and declared that I was a sicko. He then asked if he could have next shot. I sheepishly agreed. Honestly there was an orange tongue of flame halfway to the chuck. I sincerely doubt lightning could have done better.
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