Primos Jim Shockey Gen3 Trigger Stick

This morning was a good opportunity to begin field testing the Primos Jim Shockey Gen3 Trigger Stick kindly provided by Nioa for product review.  First impressions were most favourable.  It is the most convenient, fast-adjusting, shooting stick I have ever used.  A one-handed squeeze of the trigger allows the height of the tripod to self-adjust from sitting to standing height in a split-second.

Over the years, I have lost more opportunities than I care to remember when stalking open forest and grasslands.  I have passed-up a few potential long shots at deer and wild dogs because there was no convenient rest to steady the rifle.  The Primos Jim Shockey Gen3 Trigger Stick is the perfect solution to that and easily carried in the field.  I am already happy with its functionality; continued field testing will reveal how robust it is for use in the Aussie bush.  A detailed review will be published in the SSAA magazine in due course.

A nearby farm had its pet dog torn to bits the night before last.  So, at first light this morning, I was getting my kit on for a few hours stalking the forested and gullied back area of that farm.  Apart from the Primos Trigger Stick, I carried a Weatherby Vanguard HSP in 223 Rem, loaded with 55 grain Nosler Ballistic Silvertips.

I have hunted this farm many times over the last few years, but have not yet pulled the trigger on a wild dog there.  It is not that there is a shortage of wild dogs there.  I have a great wealth of trail camera photos showing wild dogs coming and going.  The few visual sights I have had were in poor light and long distance – too far for a confident shot.

There had been no wild dog activity there for about eight months, but that has changed in recent days.  I walked a good five kilometres.  The first kilometre was across the wide, open pastures.  Once I neared the jungle border, I wove in and out of the gullies.

Right from the vehicle, I had dragged a rabbit carcass.  The bunny was one of a bunch I shot with hunting buddy Jan, a month or two back.  The bunnies that were too damaged for human fare I froze whole, to be used for scent trails.  Having thawed the bunny out overnight, I slit it open before attaching it to a couple of metres of cord secured to my belt.

Near the end of my long trek, close to where I had parked the vehicle, I tied the now rather bedraggled bunny to a pile of fallen timber and set my Ghost Eye trail camera over it.  Hopefully, the kilometres-long scent trail that weaves in and out of the forested farm border will lure the visiting wild dogs to a location of my choosing.