Honestly, this really happened!! Don't Laugh

[mikecockcroft]

I'm glad there are folks around with so much time they can dig up 9 year old threads. Maybe someday I will have so much free time

 

[Shoebox]

I apologize I read the heading not the date is there a limit on post time
If so what is it
Steve

 

[hogpatrol]

I'm glad there are folks around with so much time they can dig up 9 year old threads. Maybe someday I will have so much free time

Mike, Hopefully you will. Me? Us? Deer and other hunting seasons are over and our creaky old bones don't too much like the cold anymore so we pass the time telling lies, try to beat some sense in to the ROOKIES and kibitzing about upcoming projects and shoots. In the process, we all try and learn something new.
At any rate, it's better than the alternative.

 

[rardoin]

I apologize I read the heading not the date is there a limit on post time
If so what is it
Steve

No apology required....some posts are worth a re-run. And there are no rules on commenting on ancient posts.

 

[Shoebox]

I think this should be a required post !
I'll bet the boys on here would have some "experiences" a little laugh goes long way !!
Might even learn something!!
Plus becoming familiar with some of the characters !!
And it doesn't hurt to remember the funny stuff or the lessons we learn !!

So go ahead LAUGH it really happened!!

 

[Tuxedo007]

About 11 AM this morning my next door neighbor comes banging at the door in a panic. Seems her son's 4-H project, 1100 lb. steer got loose and is in my bottom pasture. Now this critter has an attitude. He's chased them out of the paddock several times and this morning he butted the front of her Toyota Tundra while she was trying to corner him, cracking the grill in the process.
So she wants me to know the beast is on my property and if I see it to please put it down. I promise to comply and off she goes in search of the wayward bovine. About a half an hour later I looked out the living room window and there he is just inside our wood line chomping on some multi-flora rose. Uh-Oh what to do, she did say drop it and there he is only 100 yards away. Ok I'll drop it.
Problem, which gun to use on an 1100 lb critter, never shot a steer before, better go for the 300 Wby. But damn all the good guns are in the safe, which is a pain to open quickly. I walk over to my pre-safe gun cabinet where I keep all the decoy pcs. and took a look at my choices. Hmmmm, 12 Ga. slug gun, maybe, 22-250 no way, 10/22 for an in-the-ear shot, no too risky, Marlin 336 in 35 Remington, perfect. Now I go for ammo. I've got 150's and 200s; better take the 200s.
So I stoke it up with a full magazine of 200s, never know he might charge, and put 2 more in my pocket for good measure. I head out the front of the house directly toward him with 1 in the chamber and my thumb on the hammer. He doesn't seem to pay me much attention as I get to within 10 yards. Too much brush for a heart shot so I dare to walk in front of him. At this point I'm shaking like I'm staring down a Cape Buffalo. I center the sights between his eyes and squeeze one off reloading quickly. Well the old 35 dropped him in his tracks like a bus hit him, not a twitch.
My neighbor's husband came over with his undamaged Tundra and drug him out of the woods onto my front lawn. They got him onto a tarp and have spent the last 6 hours butchering him on the ground. I'm looking forward to a big chunk of beef back strap for my services.
Honest and truly this really happened.
Mark

Hopefully, the back straps will come to you, my Brother!

 

[IdahoSharpshooter]

I used a 450 Dakota* on the Buff I shot in Zimbabwe ten years ago. Kill shot was from about ten yards away as he came up at me. I had a 500 NE 3" double rifle later on. It would have been a lot more comforting at the time. The 450D did the job though, and I look at Mr Ugly's head and shoulder mount every time I walk into my gunroom. I have been blessed.


*I had horsetraded into a like-new CZ in 375 H&H the year before. I wanted a little bit more bullet. Wayne Jacobsen had a take off barrel in 458WM in the bin. I wanted a 450 Rigby, but a friend had a set of 450 Dakota dies, and 200 new cases. Wayne had the reamer, so that was the reasoning. I spent a week tinkering, and got enough 414 (106gr) to get 500gr Hornady softs and solids to group together at 100yds at about 2570fps.

 

[STS]

I had one about like that a long time ago. My cousin and I raised a steer and when the day came to convert him to freezer prisoner we loaded him up in a stock truck and took him up to the farm house where we could dress him out. That son of a gun was nervous and wouldn't put his head down and I told my cousin he had better not shoot him with his head up or he wouldn't kill him. That knuckle head fired away with that .22 and just skidded the bullet right up his forehead. Didn't do a thing to him other than piss him off. That steer preceded to kick the side racks off the truck, jump out and run through a board fence and down into the timber. I'm running for the house to get a bigger rifle and cussing my cousin at the same time. The first thing I could get my hands on was a 30-06 which did the trick when put behind the ear at about 100 yards. That's the last one he ever got to shoot.

 

[Howland]

I was driving home from shift work one morning and see a deer on a determined trot to cross the highway right in front of me, pretty much on a collision course. Traffic was fairly heavy but moving along close to the 45mph limit. I didn't want to hit him so I honked the horn hoping to turn him around. He only diverted course enough to cross behind me.

The little tin can of a car behind me swerved to avoid him but the 18 wheeler behind him wasn't going to cross the yellow line into oncoming traffic and hit the deer, tossing it off the road.

I stopped and could see the deer lying within ten yards of the road with it's head up. As I approached it tried to move but was crippled. I carry but this was within the state highway ROW and someone's side yard to boot. The law has no mercy, even for a mercy killing so I called it in and waited for the local law to show up.

A few minutes later he shows, I point out the deer and as soon as the deer heard him clear leather, the deer bolted and it was obvious it had two broken front legs. It would leap with its rear legs and crash. Leap, crash. Leap, crash.

I tell the cop I live 1/4 mile up the hill and can be back with a rifle in three minutes and he won't have to chase it down. He just says, "Go."

I get back and he blocks traffic both ways as I run across the highway while jamming a couple rounds into the fixed magazine of my R700. The deer heard this and takes off as well as it can. Leap, crash. Leap, crash.

I took a seated position, held right where the chest would come down and nail an 80+ yard shot on a moving target. The deer is down but his head is still up so I put another one into the spine. Head is now down.

Cop runs up, takes a kneeling stance and squeezed one off right onto the "X" as described by @Nvreloader, above. Deer is now indisputably dead.

Then the cop says, "Gotta go, I've got a call for an accident," runs to his cruiser and takes off...

....leaving me holding a rifle in someone's side yard right next to the state highway with a dead deer in full view of hundreds of people driving by months before any hunting season opens.

 

[dolek]

I'm glad there are folks around with so much time they can dig up 9 year old threads. Maybe someday I will have so much free time

You had time to reply.

 

[snert]

I was driving home from shift work one morning and see a deer on a determined trot to cross the highway right in front of me, pretty much on a collision course. Traffic was fairly heavy but moving along close to the 45mph limit. I didn't want to hit him so I honked the horn hoping to turn him around. He only diverted course enough to cross behind me.

The little tin can of a car behind me swerved to avoid him but the 18 wheeler behind him wasn't going to cross the yellow line into oncoming traffic and hit the deer, tossing it off the road.

I stopped and could see the deer lying within ten yards of the road with it's head up. As I approached it tried to move but was crippled. I carry but this was within the state highway ROW and someone's side yard to boot. The law has no mercy, even for a mercy killing so I called it in and waited for the local law to show up.

A few minutes later he shows, I point out the deer and as soon as the deer heard him clear leather, the deer bolted and it was obvious it had two broken front legs. It would leap with its rear legs and crash. Leap, crash. Leap, crash.

I tell the cop I live 1/4 mile up the hill and can be back with a rifle in three minutes and he won't have to chase it down. He just says, "Go."

I get back and he blocks traffic both ways as I run across the highway while jamming a couple rounds into the fixed magazine of my R700. The deer heard this and takes off as well as it can. Leap, crash. Leap, crash.

I took a seated position, held right where the chest would come down and nail an 80+ yard shot on a moving target. The deer is down but his head is still up so I put another one into the spine. Head is now down.

Cop runs up, takes a kneeling stance and squeezed one off right onto the "X" as described by @Nvreloader, above. Deer is now indisputably dead.

Then the cop says, "Gotta go, I've got a call for an accident," runs to his cruiser and takes off...

....leaving me holding a rifle in someone's side yard right next to the state highway with a dead deer in full view of hundreds of people driving by months before any hunting season opens.

That's ok...your witness was wearing a badge. Who they gonna call, the National Guard? Nice shooting!!