Funny thing....isn't it?
- Thread starter gitrdun
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Amazing. I hope you learned a thing or two from this fellow. I know a man like that who has forgotten more than I will ever learn. It's humbling just to be around him. I've learned to listen and not speak when he's around. These old timers still have alot to offer anyone willing to listen. As a side not, debating rifles and cartridges is just fun. Granted we shouldn't be as concerned with velocities and expansion as we are, but it keeps us entertained. I'm sure we could all be very well served for the rest of our lives with a single rifle in our safes, but that's not as much fun.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I include myself in the bunch when I mentioned the cartridge and rifle debates. But, you've got to admit that some are getting old and fuzzy (.270 vs 30-06 vs .308 blahblahblah). The fellow told me a tear jerker of a story. About the native fellow who was involved in his stone sheep hunt, yes the one in the pictures above. He had given him a substantial tip. He was found dead just a few days later, robbed of his money. He mentioned feeling some guilt for that large sum of money may have gotten him killed. What really got my attention though and the reason for posting this, is that this man couldn't really careless what he shoots, as long as it shoots true, and that he only ever owned the one rifle. But, look at his trophy room.
Great pic's and yes, I have learned to listen as well!
Mind you, the debate has gone on most likely from when the first hunter picked up a stone. What is best, a big rocked dropped from a tree or a smaller rock, thrown with a sling!
Mind you, the debate has gone on most likely from when the first hunter picked up a stone. What is best, a big rocked dropped from a tree or a smaller rock, thrown with a sling!
Very cool. As mentioned, some folks are hunters first, some are shooters who hunt, "just taking my rifle for a walk" as an English friend of mine says. I also know hunters who are woefully misinformed about firearms, ballistics etc, and I meet at least a couple of the classic "them (fill in blank here) guns are evil, no one needs them, just ban them" every year. Plus the horse#### about the firearms laws I hear at PAL classes is almost as bad as what you hear from cops. Still, you have to admire that single minded drive and tenacity that gets those type of trophy rooms. Good on the old fellow. - dan
- Location
- Saskatchewan
Is that his house or a museum... wow!
powder burner
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- Location
- Alberta, Canada
Pretty neat Gitr. I think I need a 7mag now. Win70.
I agree with the other fellow. The cougar/elk mount is really good. Did he take a cougar and an elk on that hunt?
I agree with the other fellow. The cougar/elk mount is really good. Did he take a cougar and an elk on that hunt?
I had the privilege of associating and hunting with an older gent when I was quite a bit younger. The last Hunt I went on with him, he was 89 and I was 29. He lost his ability to see well enough to shoot finally, but what a treasure of information that fellow was!!! He had hunted for 65 consecutive years in which he had taken game. He was the same about guns and ballistics. He had a beat up old 270 that had taken so much game in it's life that if he had notched the stock for each one, there wouldn't have been enough left to pick your teeth. He said he started out with the 7x57, and had bought the 270 when it was a new offering. I learned so much about animals, tracking, movement in different weather, bedding habits, etc. It was a humbling experience to hunt with him. I recollect once hunting muleys with him. It had snowed 3-4" overnight and warmed up in the AM. The snow was falling out of the trees in wet clumps. We cut two sets of tracks going into a small patch of thick cover. He looked at them and commented to me in his heavy accent: "Vell, David, dat vill be tuu bucks. You may as vell follow dem slowly, dey vill be bedded down not far avay. I vill circle round and see vat happens, it's too vet in dere for me" I sneaked in to that brush slowly, and sure enough, A big muley stood up not 35 yards away, partly hidden by a small hemlock bush. Lucky me, the chest was visible, and I poked a hole in him with a 165 grain load from my 308 Norma Mag. At the shot, the second buck, slightly smaller, got to his feet and made off in the opposite direction. I had hardly got my buck rolled on his back when I heard Thorvald's 270 bark once. Yep, you guessed it, that sly old fox had figured where an escaping deer would exit that bush and had dropped him as he stood looking back. The muley I shot remains the largest one I have shot in my life. Fond memories indeed. I miss that guy, even though he passed away some 27 years ago. Regards, Eagleye.
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He Powder, good hearing from you again. Nope, I don't know whether he got the elk and cat on the same hunt, I doubt it though as both are open at different time of year. But I'll ask.
Great story Eagleye, thanks for sharing it. That's the kind of stories I like to hear. I'm sure you have a lot more great experiences.
Anyhow, you guys give such great feedback, here are a few more pics. I'm not holding back, honest. It's just that downloading to photobucket is like watching paint dry lately
... enjoy
Great story Eagleye, thanks for sharing it. That's the kind of stories I like to hear. I'm sure you have a lot more great experiences.
Anyhow, you guys give such great feedback, here are a few more pics. I'm not holding back, honest. It's just that downloading to photobucket is like watching paint dry lately
... enjoy
- Location
- AB foothills
