Gosh, after reading all these great stories I started thinking about what could I relate, after all, I am no great shakes at writing. Then memories came flooding back and the problem was not the ability to relate the tale, but just what tale to relate! Should I tell of my first deer with my Dad's rifle and how proud he was of me, or perhaps my kids first deer and how proud I was (am) of them. Maybe about the time I shot the hole in my shoe squirrel hunting with my Dad. [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif[/img] Maybe my first elk, or perhaps my daughter's first elk. Oh, so many wonderful memories came flooding back, and all because you all were nice enough to share. Although this may not be THE most memorable shot, since we are where we are (LRH) I will tell this one.
I had drawn a late season anterless elk permit for the Gardiner area just North of Yellowstone. I took my son with me to act as spotter and helper (read packhorse). I have killed many cows in late season and pretty well knew how to go about being in the right place at the right time. This year was an exception however. The hunts are in two day only allotments and the first day was a bust. So on the second morning, above the Eagle Creek campground we were slogging through knee deep snow and we saw five head on the opposite ridge. After glassing them I bemoaned the fact that they were too far and getting any closer would be impossible under the conditions. Well, my son started with the "heck Dad, I can shoot 'em from here, give me the gun" routine. I knew that without knowing the distance that I shouldn't take the shot, but that danged kid just kept it up until I had HAD it!! I found a large boulder that was up out of the snow, laid my pack across it and looked at the cow in the scope. I was shooting a 7mm Rem Mag with 160gr. X-bullets and a Leupold 4.5 x 14 Vari X III on it. Even on 14 power she sure looked small. I was about to call it off when he started in again. Well that was that, I'll show him!!! I told him to spot in the binoculars and I chose a cow off to the right by herself. She was broadside facing to my right. Not knowing exactly where to hold I decided to put the point of my bottom verticle duplex just under the top of her back. The trigger broke, and when I recovered from the recoil I saw her flinch and drop her head. My son yelled, you got her, but then she turned around , took a couple steps and stood there head drooping. Now she was facing to my left, so I used the same hold and squeezed again. This time I was able to see her crumble into a heap after the shot. Well, to make this long story shorter, a post mortem revealed that my first shot had taked her through the rear hams breaking one hip and exiting the animal. The second shot went through both front shoulders and the bullet was lodged under the off-side skin. My guesstimate for hold had been accurate, but I had failed to account for a breeze that I couldn't feel where I was laying. So I had a successful end to a really ill-advised shot. I will not attempt anything like that again without knowing ALL the variables, but in my defense, all I can say is, It was all MY Son's fault!!!!! She was delicious anyway.
Mine is from 2001, while I was hunting for a mule deer doe to fill my B tag. I was toting my Marlin 444SS in hopes of finding a close range doe that I could drop with some 300gr Speers. A friend and I topped the ridge of this canyon and noticed two spots on the other side that looked almost like coyotes. Upon further inspection, we saw that it was a small 2 point mule deer chasing a yearling doe. They were between 800 & 900yds-- "I bet you can't hit her" said my friend in a youthful daring tone. (I was 20 & he was 21 at the time) and I looked at him and said, "give me your gun," a Sako TRG-S .308 Warbird with the magazine loaded with a factory 180gr Partition, and the rest with 165gr XLC handloads that I loaded for him. I sent the partition over her back and that got her attention. She merely looked up, and then started paying attention to the 2 point that was harassing her. I shouldered the Sako once more, and held for zero windage, but put her slightly less than halfway down the thick part of the duplex on the zeiss 3-9 conquest. At the impact, she jumped about 4 vertical feet straight up in the air, ran 20 yards and collapsed. after the 45 minutes it took to get down to her, we got up to her and found that the bullet hit EXACTLY where it should have, and took out the top of her heart and even though the exit wound was only about 1" in diameter, about 1/4 of her lung was lying outside her body. It was the only shot I've ever taken that felt "just right" and that's why I took it. It was also because I was a lot younger and didn't know about dialing for exact elevation--we'll just call it youthful indiscretion now that I understand the consequences of making a poor shot on an animal from that distance. However it was my most memorable shot, even if it wasn't the most ethical one I've ever taken.
well, i have a new most memorable shot to post. this one happened yesterday! i shot a mountain lion at about 20 FEET and she had no idea i was there! first mountain lion i have ever seen, put a perfect stalk on her and shot her with my passed grandpas .270. on the stalk in, i asked my grandpa to help me and he was there the whole time! this shot brought a tear to my eye knowing grandpa had helped me!
77" coues buck, last day 571 yards. .257 Wby. 115 VLD
I am at a loss for words , especially adjectives [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/cool.gif[/img]
A mountain lion at 20 FEET ! Geemineez !!
I sure don't want you and Gramps hunting me [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif[/img] Deaf as I am you could whack me at 2 " [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif[/img]
My most memorable shot happened when I was 13. My dad took me along for a deer scouting trip with all of the guys we hunt with. After scouting around for a while, we were all sitting around talking when one of the guys made some comment about the groundhog that was waaay to far to shoot. Since this was late summer, several guys had their groundhog guns with them. One by one, everybody took a shot or two. .223s, a .222, 22-250, even my dad got in on the act with his .243. Nobody got close enough to keep the groundhog in his hole for more than a few minutes. Being young dumb and cocky, I laughed at every one of them as they missed. That came back to bit me when my dad decided to put me on the spot by reminding me that my new 25-06 was in the truck.
I got it out and looked through the scope for a long time. I didn't know how far I was shooting, but I knew for a fact that I'd never shot that far before. I could see the grass moving from left to right in front of the groundhog, so I held high and left of the hog. When I pulled the trigger, the hog was standing up facing us. He disappeared and I felt releived that I had scared him enough to make him run. My uncle said I hit him, and the rest said there was no way. One of the guys volunteered to go and check. Sure enough, he was turned inside out. I had hit him low, but he never moved after being hit.
Everybody gave me greif saying I couldn't do it again. I told them I wouldn't have to since "I got it right the first time" [img]/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]
Dad and I went back the next day and I shot a box of shells and couldn't connect with a milk jug. Years later, after I bought a rangefinder, we ranged it at approximately 526 yards. That was from the driveway to the tree just to the side of where the groundhog was.
I've never been able to think about that day without a smile popping up. It was pure luck, but it did get me interested in shooting long range.
Just another beautiful day in paradise!