I got number two son a 243 when he was about eleven, for competing in a popular shooting competition.
When he was fourteen I sat by him, high on a mountain while he killed a nice billy goat, with one shot from his 243.
About a year later, when he was going to middle high school, we were away one Friday when he and a buddy, who could drive a pick up truck and also had a 243, decided to take the day from school and go moose hunting!
When we got home he didn't lose any time in telling us the tale. They were walking through light bush and meadows when they came onto a moose. Buddy was ahead and our son said before he could get beside his friend for a shot, buddy fired and killed the moose with one shot!
I asked our son what weight of bullets buddy had used and he said, "Actually, he was out of shells at home, so I gave him some of your reloads!"
They were hundred grain and loaded right up.
When he was fourteen I sat by him, high on a mountain while he killed a nice billy goat, with one shot from his 243.
About a year later, when he was going to middle high school, we were away one Friday when he and a buddy, who could drive a pick up truck and also had a 243, decided to take the day from school and go moose hunting!
When we got home he didn't lose any time in telling us the tale. They were walking through light bush and meadows when they came onto a moose. Buddy was ahead and our son said before he could get beside his friend for a shot, buddy fired and killed the moose with one shot!
I asked our son what weight of bullets buddy had used and he said, "Actually, he was out of shells at home, so I gave him some of your reloads!"
They were hundred grain and loaded right up.