Poaching rifle

Actually not bad at all, I shot my buddies .243 as well, I'd say that to me, the .30-30 seemed about 1/2 the recoil. I so want another 12 gauge barrel, and a .22 hornet barrel for it. I was wondering about the recoil, but it was pretty mild.

I just recently bought another 219, used the new to me action, with my poppas barrel, same grouping. And I Got a deal on the go for yet another 219, with .30-30 barrel, drilled and tapped to bring my total to 3. none of my friends could believe that with swapping the barrel between the actions, the grouping didnt change. They were blown away when I told them that these were sold as cheap utility rifles.
 
This is a story told to me by a reliable source:
In Eastern Oregon, beef was to expensive for the family to eat so one day her dad shot an elk while out for a rackful of firewood. The elk was cleaned, loaded onto the rack and then covered with firewood. On the way back to the ranch he was checked by the CO. The CO observed he was out getting firewood and the rancher agreed to which the CO replied, "Well you better get home cause it's bleeding to death."
 
I realize lots of folks "exaggerate" the accuracy of their rifles, so here is proof. group that was shot after we sighted in the 219. Range is 100 yards. 3 shot group, open sights.

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I knew of a fellow who kept his family fed with deer meat, using an old Cooey and shooting only .22 shorts. Less noise.

His favorite method was while driving his old International pick-up. If he spotted a deer on the side of the road, he would slow right down, put the trans in 1st gear, and when he got along side the deer, step out and let the truck drive on its own. The deer would be watching the truck, and not notice him standing 20 feet away. One shot, and he had fresh meat.

Of course the old pick up would go into the ditch, but you couldn't kill those old Internationals, plus he didn't care about any fresh dings or scratches. :)
 
LOL - good story. My grandfather used to poach deer and pronghorns back in the day too. He had mouths to feed so I guess he did what he had to do. This was in the Suffield area in southern Alberta. I wish I had more time to hunt and fish with him before he died :(

I remember my uncle telling a story about one of the times grandad was bit by a rattlesnake. The story started with "I was a kid out poaching antelope with dad..."

I guy I used to hunt with used to poach deer in Ontario with his brothers. Their dad died when they were young so they had to provide for the family when they were teenagers. They would cruise the back roads and shoot from the truck.

Times are different now I guess but if my family needed food I'd be out there too...
 
This is a story told to me by a reliable source:
In Eastern Oregon, beef was to expensive for the family to eat so one day her dad shot an elk while out for a rackful of firewood. The elk was cleaned, loaded onto the rack and then covered with firewood. On the way back to the ranch he was checked by the CO. The CO observed he was out getting firewood and the rancher agreed to which the CO replied, "Well you better get home cause it's bleeding to death."

This type of stuff still happens in northeastern ontario and is works quite well. There are very few COs. (who won't do anything about it anyways because they don't want to cause an "international incident") Most of the people who do this just hop across the border (i won't say which one ;) ) shoot a moose in ontario and hop right back over. :eek: <--- mfw i saw a pile of firewood bleeding for the first time.
 
Neat to have that old rifle. I have a 219 in 30-30, with a 220 12ga. bbl.

I have a sneaky suspicion that my Dad and his brothers may possibly have poached the odd duck and Prairie Chicken, but I'm not sure if there were any licenses to be had in the 1920's and 30's.

Where my Dad was raised and lived until the late 1930's (just a few miles north of Grenfell,SK), whitetail deer didn't show up until later on. Dad was born in 1900 and he told me he didn't see a whitetail until he was 16. Now, in that same area, you can hardly get down the road without nearly running over them.

Dad told me he used to walk to Grenfell, about 5 miles SSW from his farm. Enroute there were several sloughs with bush around them. One slough nearly always had ducks in it, so he hung an old coat on a tree branch, and any time he wanted a duck for supper, he would just stand quietly beside the coat and pop one off with his .22.
 
Hey! I not long ago, got my hands onto MY Grandfathers CZ brno 465 .22 hornet, which he bought not long after 1949 when he come to Aus, at around age 20.
from the Storys it spent alot of time in the Snowy Mtns, he tells me a story of a pig he once shot..
Anyway a short time later he lent the rifle to a mate, it never came back...


fast forward to 2012, The day after my Pops turned 80... He is reunited with this little gem!

safe to say first thing i did was buy some Ammo an make sure that man shot that gun again... !

its in my name now an im proud of that little rifle
 
My Grandfather and brothers were logging one winter on a large island in the 50's and one of them accidently ended with one of his legs stuck inside a bears den (busted through the top somehow)....long story short....the bear ends up following them to the familly farm and became meat and soap. Maybe im a little off topic since this isnt' a thread about poaching axes but Im not too far off.
 
Figured I'd share a poaching story from my own family tree..

When my grandfather was a young kid during the great depression, I believe around 8-10 years old he was out playing in the bush somewhere and came across a deer. He picked up a big stick and approached it very slowly then whacked it on the head and killed it. (I didn't believe it either). He went running back to the house to brag to his dad, my great grandfather, that he killed a deer. Dad didn't believe him so they trekked back out there and sure enough there was a deer. The best part of the story is that my great grandfather had to lecture my grandpa about how that was illegal to poach a deer and he shouldn't do that, all while he was jumping for joy on the inside because that brought in some much needed food into the household. It wasn't until years later that he told my grandpa how lucky they were that he got the deer and how much it helped.
 
Lol, 22 hornets are called a poachers gun in some corners of MB too. Low recoil and muzzle signature making it very discrete and useful that way. If you are Starving, nobody would fault you, but as was mentioned unless you live where you hunt it'd be cheaper to buy meat.

Bear in mind that some people live traditionally and would only have to pay for a round or two and wrapping paper.

The poaching that leaves dead deer on your field minus only the head is dead wrong, no exceptions.
 
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