Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Roger to the Rescue

Wife Kit and I were down with friends north of Canon City for a bar party. We stayed the night in the guest cabin. Others saw a black bear start to climb a tree then run off, but I missed it. The next day riders reported a hawk that didn't fly from a very low perch even when they rode right by it. We went to investigate and found an immature hawk with a wound on its right wing. We put it under a net without any further trauma and then transferred it to a Jack Russell terrier sized dog carrier and ultimately to the Raptor Society whose agent assured us it was going to be fine. It was a Peregrine Falcon in fact, the king of the raptors. Huge yellow feet with long talons and yellow rimmed eyes are its features leaving a lasting memory. I hope it's OK. I mainly watched the rescue.

Later, I couldn't hit a 16 inch iron disc 680 yards away with a 24 power scope on a Remington 700 in .223, but with spotters calling out where each shot landed, I rang the gong with a Springfield '03 in 30.06 with iron sites. Took about 13 tries though.

Shooting and riding and raptor rescue is a normal Sunday for these friends.


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