What was your last big game taken with

^ the idea of seeing something for the first time then shooting it put me off a bit too lol

Wouldn't mind a kudu hunt despite that. Always looks like lots of fun in the videos
 
Last big game taken was a whitetail deer season before last.

He was taken by a 500gr Easton carbon arrow with a 100gr Steel Force broadhead, delivered from my old PSE Primos STL compound.

:)
 
Bull moose 100m 8x57 200gn accubond going +- 2550fps fix 4x Tasco scope on a Danzig mauser 98 sporterized rifle my dad bought when he was 16(he’s now 81)! One shot, pass through bogus lungs( all soup lungs inside) moose died where I shot him!
 
Bull elk at 30 ish yards. Customized Marlin Dark in 45-70 with 405 ,gr hardcast and Imr 3031@ 1640fps. First shot at 30 yards through the top of the heart. Bull scooted about 12 yds and slowed down as I cow chriped him second round hit him through the neck and dropped him in his tracks. First shot took out the top half of his heart.. He was already dead just didnt know it yet.
 
Bear. 82 yards, 7mm TCU in a Contender rifle. 150gr Nosler BT. Broadside shot in one ear hole and out the other. No tracking needed.
 
^ the idea of seeing something for the first time then shooting it put me off a bit too lol

Wouldn't mind a kudu hunt despite that. Always looks like lots of fun in the videos

Nearly every American I guided had never seen a Grizzly before. Or a mountain goat or moose for that matter, many of the black bear hunters killed the first one they saw in their life too. There is something bizarre about the sequence of events, awe… incredulity, would you look at that. Then bam.

Was the same for me on everything in Africa. Make no secret I’m not thrilled with trophy hunting having gone off the deep end in it, but won’t tell others they shouldn’t do what’s legal, I’m done however if it’s not well considered population control or filling the freezer… developed some qualms. It became strange spending season after season seeing many of the same animals, getting to know some of their peculiar traits personality wise, then lining an American, Aussie, or European up to end a life that makes any of ours look meaninglessly bland and inanely safe.

Hunting is a connection to our evolution and simpler times. We just have to be careful it doesn’t turn into something else less meaningful and more glutinous, as it did for me. I’m very attracted to invasive or over-population cull hunting as the urge to hunt strongly remains. I’ve given up trophy hunting however as it generally pushes us to chase rarer and rarer things that are struggling in this overpopulated, overexploited world.

As for the thread my last big game animal for the freezer was a solid average black bear, with the Oberndorf .375 Kemano. Worked like a charm fell where he stood, I may go for a blacktail this fall again yet with my boys.
 
.............. except for Cape Buffalo , just because they're Cape Buffalo .

That is pretty much the extent of my wish list as well.
A plains game hunt would be wasted on me. “What’s that thing called? Is it a boy or a girl?” etc

try dwarf or forest one ... way nastier and hunting is way closer ...
 
My last game taken [cow elk] was shot Sep 16 this year with my custom
700 Remington (Benchmark barrel, HS precision stock, Triggertech trigger,
Chambered in 8mm Rem Mag) Load is the 200 A-Frame, chased by 84.0
grains of Reloder 26, sparked by WLRM primer. 120 yards, quartering
away. EE.

Recovered bullet below:
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My last game animal was a white tail doe - perhaps 75 yards away - standing in poplars looking at me - bullet was 150 grain Partition, rifle was a Ruger No.1 and cartridge was 7x57 hand load - RL-19 powder, Fed 210 primer and Remington brass. Bullet impact was about exactly between its eyes - took the top of the skull off - the "brain pan" had about nothing left in it. As they say, that deer went about 3 feet - straight down. My wife was out with me that day, but she did not have a tag - she brought the truck closer - helped me to field dress it, drag it out of the bush and to load it into the truck box.

That was my second white-tail of the day - earlier, I had taken a decent enough buck, with our son, and he had got one as well - so I cancelled both an antlered and an antler-less tag that day.
 
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