Don't have a personal story but I was told a neat one this summer.
My wife and I hauled our kids out for their first tenting trip at Eagle Lake. On the way out the kids were bagged from not sleeping well the night before [it was not very fun for any involved]..... anyway they were dragging behind pretty good.
A family came riding up behind us, Mom, Dad and three kids on horseback. We moved off the trail so not to spook the horses but when the guy saw the 1895 SRC on my pack he rode right over to have a look and we got to talking.
When he and his wife were first married they lived in Grande Cache. A friend was over one evening and the visit went late into the night. Apparentley the friend got him talked into going sheep hunting and they left at some insane time, 2:30 AM if memory serves.
Much to the horror of his wife of course they are gone for two days with no idea where he went. He took his old 30-30 Winchester and got himself within 100yds of a nice ram and be darned if he didn't shoot the thing.
Eventually he rode back into town, tired and I rekon pretty hungry. I don't know if he took anything more than his gun, tag and cowboy hat.
That may be the only 30-30 story I have ever heard. One day I hope to own one.
And if you're reading this Larry, thanks again for taking the kids for the horse back ride, they loved it!
My wife and I hauled our kids out for their first tenting trip at Eagle Lake. On the way out the kids were bagged from not sleeping well the night before [it was not very fun for any involved]..... anyway they were dragging behind pretty good.
A family came riding up behind us, Mom, Dad and three kids on horseback. We moved off the trail so not to spook the horses but when the guy saw the 1895 SRC on my pack he rode right over to have a look and we got to talking.
When he and his wife were first married they lived in Grande Cache. A friend was over one evening and the visit went late into the night. Apparentley the friend got him talked into going sheep hunting and they left at some insane time, 2:30 AM if memory serves.
Much to the horror of his wife of course they are gone for two days with no idea where he went. He took his old 30-30 Winchester and got himself within 100yds of a nice ram and be darned if he didn't shoot the thing.
Eventually he rode back into town, tired and I rekon pretty hungry. I don't know if he took anything more than his gun, tag and cowboy hat.
That may be the only 30-30 story I have ever heard. One day I hope to own one.
And if you're reading this Larry, thanks again for taking the kids for the horse back ride, they loved it!




















































