Acting on the latest intel, young M700 Junior and I arose at the crack of dawn. Well, maybe by 0800 or so...
M700 Junior giving Dad's new .204 a try. He still prefers his tried and true 6mm Remington.

No man's land, aka The Killing Fields. The chucks held the high ground, but rather than staying content with that, they have been invading the orchard below:

Young M700 Junior on post with his 6mm Remington, preparing to send 75 grains of Sierra hollow point downrange. Yes, I reminded him to put the ear muffs on before touching off the round...

This chuck thought he was safe under his fortress boulder. He hadn't counted on the flat trajectory of the 6mm Rem!

Triumph! Another attack beaten back. Here M700 Junior is next to a chuck fortress inside the fence line!

Tally for the morning: three chucks to the .204, three to the 6mm, a dead tie, and the orchard was saved for another season of cherries!
