- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
Yup, this is one of those posts, that nobody responds to, but, I make anyway. I figure, it might enlighten those with magnumitis.
I've taken deer with overloaded 45-70's, that punched whalop along the lines of a frieght train, and blew huge holes in the offside, but this year was different.
I toof my 44-40 out. A rifle, that I've been trying to get to shoot decently, for most of the year, at velocities upwards of 1800 fps. Wouldn't do it.
I found, that best groups were with bullets lobbing out at 1200 to 1300 fps.
That's much to slow for hunting, why the bullet would not even expand says I.
But then, I was watching an old western, one where the renegade Calvary guy is helping the indians kill buffalo. He's using a '73 Winchester.....
AH Hollywood what do they know?
But, I do a little research. The old round, at black powder velocities used to be used for not only buffalo, but bear, moose, deer, everything.
Must be a case of multiple hits right? But.... Maybe deer...
So, I took it out to the bush, sighted to be a couple of inches LOW at 100 yards, to get as small a point blank area as I could with it's rainbow trajectory, and settling on a load that gave me four inch groups at 100 yards.
Openning Morning.
i decided to walk through a section of bush, with my people at the other end. I was not dogging, rather still hunting.
The ridge I was walking was a steep one. Being about a 400 ft rise from the lake to the top. I was rewarded by running into one hunter after another.
The rewards of hunting crown land
Then I run into a guy who tells me Im on HIS land.
Been hunting there for 40 years, and I did not know this. It's OK he says, "you just pushed out a doe to me, that I missed" "You can cross anytime!"
I continue on, meeting more hunters. I'm depressed.
I cross the hydro line, where My people are supposed to be, below the last man's possition. He doesn't see me, Im under the edge of the cliff.
I start to climb, to walk through the other side. I park my butt on an old watch that my father used to sit at, in his younger days.
I was trying to sort out the mornings events, when i spotted a doe, walking up the far side of the swamp at the bottom of the ridge, about 200 yards off.
I rase the rifle, and wait. She keeps coming, turns the end of the swamp, and starts to climb towards me.
I'm thinking, keep climbing, you're saving me a lot of work.
She starts to turn up the other side of the swamp, and that's about 60 feet in front, and below me.
The 44-40 goes bang. (And really, it is a bang, not the report of a higher powered piece)
The deer bounds twice, as I jack in another round. She flopps over down hill against some brush, her feet in the air kicking. Then, she is still. It's all over but the drag up the 'mountain'
The little cartridge killed very effectively. Entered just below the spine, and exited a little lower. calliber sized holes.
Anyone got any slow bullet stories they'd like to share?
I've taken deer with overloaded 45-70's, that punched whalop along the lines of a frieght train, and blew huge holes in the offside, but this year was different.
I toof my 44-40 out. A rifle, that I've been trying to get to shoot decently, for most of the year, at velocities upwards of 1800 fps. Wouldn't do it.
I found, that best groups were with bullets lobbing out at 1200 to 1300 fps.
That's much to slow for hunting, why the bullet would not even expand says I.
But then, I was watching an old western, one where the renegade Calvary guy is helping the indians kill buffalo. He's using a '73 Winchester.....
AH Hollywood what do they know?
But, I do a little research. The old round, at black powder velocities used to be used for not only buffalo, but bear, moose, deer, everything.
Must be a case of multiple hits right? But.... Maybe deer...
So, I took it out to the bush, sighted to be a couple of inches LOW at 100 yards, to get as small a point blank area as I could with it's rainbow trajectory, and settling on a load that gave me four inch groups at 100 yards.
Openning Morning.
i decided to walk through a section of bush, with my people at the other end. I was not dogging, rather still hunting.
The ridge I was walking was a steep one. Being about a 400 ft rise from the lake to the top. I was rewarded by running into one hunter after another.
The rewards of hunting crown land Then I run into a guy who tells me Im on HIS land.
Been hunting there for 40 years, and I did not know this. It's OK he says, "you just pushed out a doe to me, that I missed" "You can cross anytime!"
I continue on, meeting more hunters. I'm depressed.
I cross the hydro line, where My people are supposed to be, below the last man's possition. He doesn't see me, Im under the edge of the cliff.
I start to climb, to walk through the other side. I park my butt on an old watch that my father used to sit at, in his younger days.
I was trying to sort out the mornings events, when i spotted a doe, walking up the far side of the swamp at the bottom of the ridge, about 200 yards off.
I rase the rifle, and wait. She keeps coming, turns the end of the swamp, and starts to climb towards me.
I'm thinking, keep climbing, you're saving me a lot of work.
She starts to turn up the other side of the swamp, and that's about 60 feet in front, and below me.
The 44-40 goes bang. (And really, it is a bang, not the report of a higher powered piece)
The deer bounds twice, as I jack in another round. She flopps over down hill against some brush, her feet in the air kicking. Then, she is still. It's all over but the drag up the 'mountain'
The little cartridge killed very effectively. Entered just below the spine, and exited a little lower. calliber sized holes.
Anyone got any slow bullet stories they'd like to share?
