Back of a pickup truck, with the Brazilian handgun silhouette shooting team, in town for the international meet. 60 miles south of Ft Stockton.
We’d gone to the Cupelo Peak ranch, to prairie dog, and as we were moving to another side of the P Dog town, a jack rabbit bolted out about 100 ft from the truck. Moving at high speed, it angled away from us getting further away by the second. I had a Contender in 223, with muzzle break and a 4 power pistol scope. I was sitting on the rail of the truck, still moving along the rutted two-track. I hollered to stop, followed the Jack, with the scope, getting smaller every second, allowed for a guess lead, and touched it off. The head of the jack came completely off, as the 50gr VMax hit the neck. 227 ft. The Brazilians came unglued. All I could think, was “WTF was I thinking, taking that shot in front of all these serious shooters?”
It was a good F’n thing I didn’t miss. They took 100 P Dogs that day, all with various Unlimited class handguns. I’ll never forget that shot.