Three seasons ago my brother-in-law had a shot at the biggest buck we've seen in his Ohio woods. He was seated on the ground using a muzzle loader sighted in for 100 yards, and the shot was through some light brush but less than 20 yards away. His shot went high nicking the shoulder, the buck stumbled away. By the time I got there he had reloaded and the chase was on. Another brother with a 12 ga slug gun showed up and he got off one shot, hit the buck in the ass as it was making its way through the brush in a big circle. The first BIL and I caught up with the buck, he was wobbly but still standing. My BIL took a shot but the buck jumped as he fired and the shot didn't knock him down. At that point he asked me to drop it, and I did using a 44 mag lever gun (Ohio is a slug or straight wall cartridge state). At the game check in he was asked what was used to take it down. I had to bite my tongue to not say 50 cal, 12 ga and 44 mag.
Hunting souvenir of the sixties...
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Deer, Saskatchewan road hunting, early 80’s
Beater late 60’s Chevy 4 door beast of a pickup.
Sportered 303, barrel down resting on floor passenger side.
Big bump, funny noise, then the butt of the 303 slams into the dash, splintering the butt.
Spilled beer.
Floor rusted through, barrel hit grid road and caught.
Not super accurate after that...
Beater late 60’s Chevy 4 door beast of a pickup.
Sportered 303, barrel down resting on floor passenger side.
Big bump, funny noise, then the butt of the 303 slams into the dash, splintering the butt.
Spilled beer.
Floor rusted through, barrel hit grid road and caught.
Not super accurate after that...
Thanks for sharing hunting trip enjoyed it, I used to hunt quite a few years ago just south of Clove, Sussi Lake, Lake Gosslin. and at
Sullivan Lake Lodge good moose country in late 60s and 70s it would be a short trip to shoot 20 or more partridge on the roads
Sullivan Lake Lodge good moose country in late 60s and 70s it would be a short trip to shoot 20 or more partridge on the roads
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It was certainly a different time.
A few years ago a Duracell aa battery saved a coyotes life when it wouldnt chamber in my .308. I wont carry loose ammo and batteries for my GPS in the same pocket anymore that's for sure.
A few years ago a Duracell aa battery saved a coyotes life when it wouldnt chamber in my .308. I wont carry loose ammo and batteries for my GPS in the same pocket anymore that's for sure.
October, 1977 — the first fall Dad took me along on a grouse hunt. He had already shot 3 or 4 birds with his Winchester single shot 12 gauge when a ruffie a few feet off the trail flew up above the poplars, levelled off, and headed for safer haunts. Without a word, Dad shouldered his gun, swung on the bird, pulled the trigger ... and we both watched the bird explode. As in, raining parts and feathers. It was gone. Nothing left to retrieve.
I don’t think I ever saw Dad with a more surprised look on his face. He just stood there trying to make sense of it all. After a moment, with the feathers still floating in the breeze, he broke open the action and looked at the fired shell, turning it around until we could both read it ... “Imperial Poly-Kor Slug”. He never said a word ... just put the empty shotshell in his pocket, and kept waking down the trail.
To this day, I’ve never seen a better shot fired with a scattergun.
God I miss him!
I don’t think I ever saw Dad with a more surprised look on his face. He just stood there trying to make sense of it all. After a moment, with the feathers still floating in the breeze, he broke open the action and looked at the fired shell, turning it around until we could both read it ... “Imperial Poly-Kor Slug”. He never said a word ... just put the empty shotshell in his pocket, and kept waking down the trail.
To this day, I’ve never seen a better shot fired with a scattergun.
God I miss him!
That would’ve got the old heart pumping.
