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<blockquote data-quote="Randy Tidwell" data-source="post: 2934249" data-attributes="member: 109136"><p>My last hunt with Dad was 1994 in Montana. Probably shouldn't tell this story, but it been long enough to share publicly now.</p><p></p><p>We were hunting Deer and Elk near Ennis MT, on the second day I shot my buck with an XP-100 pistol chambered in 308. Dad laughed at me for hunting with it, said I would never hit anything with that pea shooter. Proved him wrong, 325 yard shot.</p><p></p><p>There was 4 of us on the hunt, my buddy Robert, Dad and Paul Bass. Mr. Bass (never could break the habit of calling him Mister) was my Scout Master as a boy and he is the one that pinned the Eagle Scout Medal on me in 1967.</p><p></p><p>Couple days later we were out looking for a Buck for Dad and Paul. Robert and I were in my truck they were following behind us in Paul's small truck driving up this ridge. We spotted a nice buck walking across the hillside about 450 yards out.</p><p></p><p>I stopped and crept back to dad and pointed him out. Dad said "Yeah, I see him but that's too far!" Dad, you're always bragging about how far your 300 Weatherby will shoot, take him. Nope, you shoot him.</p><p></p><p>So I eased back up to my truck, dug out my 300 Win Mag and leaned up against the back of the camper shell. At that point Robert ranged him at 525yds. He was walking straight up the hill now. He stopped, looked back at us, so I put the cross hairs just above his antlers and let it fly. Hit him just behind the shoulder blades and he dropped in his tracks.</p><p></p><p>I heard dad say "****, what shot" Heard Paul say "I'll be damned" Then I heard their truck start. When I turned to look, they were driving away headed back to camp. I ran up to the cab and told dad on the radio to come back, no answer. I know they had the radio on? I couldn't say on the radio I didn't have a tag! After 3 or 4 attempts to reach them, we hustled out to retrieve the buck. Stuffed in the back of the truck and high tailed it back to camp, about 10-12 miles.</p><p></p><p>When we got to back to camp, those two old men sitting around the campfire drinking coffee. I walked over to dad and said "you know I didn't have a tag, if they caught me, I'd be in jail now!"</p><p></p><p>He just smiled and said "Would of served you right, shooting the poor little deer that far away!" Could of killed him. Both of those old men were practical jokers and just loved pulling something on us.</p><p></p><p>I ended up shooting all three of the deer in this photo. Dad is on my right and Paul on my left. Lost Dad in 99.</p><p></p><p>I have several more, will share them later after more stories are shared, I'm really enjoying these stories!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Randy Tidwell, post: 2934249, member: 109136"] My last hunt with Dad was 1994 in Montana. Probably shouldn't tell this story, but it been long enough to share publicly now. We were hunting Deer and Elk near Ennis MT, on the second day I shot my buck with an XP-100 pistol chambered in 308. Dad laughed at me for hunting with it, said I would never hit anything with that pea shooter. Proved him wrong, 325 yard shot. There was 4 of us on the hunt, my buddy Robert, Dad and Paul Bass. Mr. Bass (never could break the habit of calling him Mister) was my Scout Master as a boy and he is the one that pinned the Eagle Scout Medal on me in 1967. Couple days later we were out looking for a Buck for Dad and Paul. Robert and I were in my truck they were following behind us in Paul's small truck driving up this ridge. We spotted a nice buck walking across the hillside about 450 yards out. I stopped and crept back to dad and pointed him out. Dad said "Yeah, I see him but that's too far!" Dad, you're always bragging about how far your 300 Weatherby will shoot, take him. Nope, you shoot him. So I eased back up to my truck, dug out my 300 Win Mag and leaned up against the back of the camper shell. At that point Robert ranged him at 525yds. He was walking straight up the hill now. He stopped, looked back at us, so I put the cross hairs just above his antlers and let it fly. Hit him just behind the shoulder blades and he dropped in his tracks. I heard dad say "****, what shot" Heard Paul say "I'll be damned" Then I heard their truck start. When I turned to look, they were driving away headed back to camp. I ran up to the cab and told dad on the radio to come back, no answer. I know they had the radio on? I couldn't say on the radio I didn't have a tag! After 3 or 4 attempts to reach them, we hustled out to retrieve the buck. Stuffed in the back of the truck and high tailed it back to camp, about 10-12 miles. When we got to back to camp, those two old men sitting around the campfire drinking coffee. I walked over to dad and said "you know I didn't have a tag, if they caught me, I'd be in jail now!" He just smiled and said "Would of served you right, shooting the poor little deer that far away!" Could of killed him. Both of those old men were practical jokers and just loved pulling something on us. I ended up shooting all three of the deer in this photo. Dad is on my right and Paul on my left. Lost Dad in 99. I have several more, will share them later after more stories are shared, I'm really enjoying these stories! [/QUOTE]
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