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Flew in from Utah to meet my buddy and hunt on his ranch in CA. I had my rifle sighted in at 5k ft of elevation in Utah, so definitely needed to re-zero once I landed in CA with a completely different climate and basically at sea level. Well, we did not have time to re-zero. The sun was barely cresting over the hill when my buddy spotted one, and looked over at me and nodded while mouthing "187 yards". I shit a brick. It was my first time hunting this animal and I did not have a zeroed rifle. Without time to setup my bipod, I shouldered the rifle and slung a 168g Barnes. Facial.
A rustle in the bushes outside of camp… I grabbed the nearest weapon, a samburu throwing spear, I mustered the courage snd charged the beast, we battled it out and I remained victorious