ss7mm
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jimm:
For me any really memorable shot/s involve hunting partners or someone else. I've just always found things more memorable and enjoyable when done with others. One of my most memorable shots was one that, thankfully, I didn't fire.
Shots can be memorable for many reasons but one I'll never ever forget happened one night when about 6 of us were sleeping in an old log cabin on the back side of a friends property in the northern part of the state. I was about 15 at the time and we were hunting whitetails late in the season.
The old cabin had an old pot bellied stove in it for heat and when it was totally dark you could see some small holes in it that let a little bit of light out into the room. It was kind of like a little mini northern lights show.
One of the guys there that night by the name of John had gotten cold and had stoked the stove up a little, around 2:00 a.m., and hadn't gotten back to sleep yet. Now mind you, ol' John did some weird things at times and I had always thought he wasn't really the brightest bulb in the string. He picked 2:00 in the morning to pull another one out of his bag of "tricks".
Seems that, according to what he told us later, he saw either a rat, a squirrel, or something about that size walking around in the cabin. This evidently was more than he could stand. The bad thing was that ol' John happened to be sleeping next to where some of the guns had been leaned up in the corner, and one of them was his. About the only good thing I can think of is that the stove was against one wall and John at least waited until the rat was by the stove and not between a couple of sleeping bags. Evidently, without thinking, ol' John thought the rat needed to die at that very moment.
In a pitch dark log cabin, about 12'x15' at the most, in the small streaks of light being emitted by the old pot bellied stove, ol' John drew a bead on that rat with his 300 Savage, while all of the rest of us were sleeping, and tripped the trigger when his target got into one of the small beams of light coming from the stove.
After all was said and done we never did find the rat but we did find that 6 guys can come out of a dead sleep, and their sleeping bags, thrashing and fighting each other, thinking the world had just come to an end. I think it took about 5 minutes for everybody to calm down and it took a little longer than that to convince everyone that we shouldn't string up a rope and lynch ol' John. Someone got the lantern lit and the room looked like a bomb had gone off. Sleeping bags, clothes, boots and just about everything in the cabin were scattered around like the jolly green giant had picked the cabin up and shook it.
The next day it seemed kinda funny, but at 2:00 in the morning the only thing funny was that nobody had a heart attack. For the rest of that trip someone always made sure no guns were within reach of where John was sleeping. One more late night varmint hunt and that 100 year old cabin would probably have been destroyed.
It's kind of strange how we tend to forget some really memorable things until something like this refreshes our memory. The videos in my head are replaying the mountain goat standing broadside, taking 3 shots as I lay prone across a small log, and the blood running down the white hair, while he never even flinched. I can see a big 6 point bull elk taking three 338 win mag 200 grain slugs at 90 yards before he finally stayed down. I can see the deer I shot this past season and how everything seemed to go into slow motion at the shot as he dropped his hind end and came over backwards in slow motion. It'll take me an hour or two to get all of the images replayed in my mind but again, thanks for helping me remember. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif
For me any really memorable shot/s involve hunting partners or someone else. I've just always found things more memorable and enjoyable when done with others. One of my most memorable shots was one that, thankfully, I didn't fire.
Shots can be memorable for many reasons but one I'll never ever forget happened one night when about 6 of us were sleeping in an old log cabin on the back side of a friends property in the northern part of the state. I was about 15 at the time and we were hunting whitetails late in the season.
The old cabin had an old pot bellied stove in it for heat and when it was totally dark you could see some small holes in it that let a little bit of light out into the room. It was kind of like a little mini northern lights show.
One of the guys there that night by the name of John had gotten cold and had stoked the stove up a little, around 2:00 a.m., and hadn't gotten back to sleep yet. Now mind you, ol' John did some weird things at times and I had always thought he wasn't really the brightest bulb in the string. He picked 2:00 in the morning to pull another one out of his bag of "tricks".
Seems that, according to what he told us later, he saw either a rat, a squirrel, or something about that size walking around in the cabin. This evidently was more than he could stand. The bad thing was that ol' John happened to be sleeping next to where some of the guns had been leaned up in the corner, and one of them was his. About the only good thing I can think of is that the stove was against one wall and John at least waited until the rat was by the stove and not between a couple of sleeping bags. Evidently, without thinking, ol' John thought the rat needed to die at that very moment.
In a pitch dark log cabin, about 12'x15' at the most, in the small streaks of light being emitted by the old pot bellied stove, ol' John drew a bead on that rat with his 300 Savage, while all of the rest of us were sleeping, and tripped the trigger when his target got into one of the small beams of light coming from the stove.
After all was said and done we never did find the rat but we did find that 6 guys can come out of a dead sleep, and their sleeping bags, thrashing and fighting each other, thinking the world had just come to an end. I think it took about 5 minutes for everybody to calm down and it took a little longer than that to convince everyone that we shouldn't string up a rope and lynch ol' John. Someone got the lantern lit and the room looked like a bomb had gone off. Sleeping bags, clothes, boots and just about everything in the cabin were scattered around like the jolly green giant had picked the cabin up and shook it.
The next day it seemed kinda funny, but at 2:00 in the morning the only thing funny was that nobody had a heart attack. For the rest of that trip someone always made sure no guns were within reach of where John was sleeping. One more late night varmint hunt and that 100 year old cabin would probably have been destroyed.
It's kind of strange how we tend to forget some really memorable things until something like this refreshes our memory. The videos in my head are replaying the mountain goat standing broadside, taking 3 shots as I lay prone across a small log, and the blood running down the white hair, while he never even flinched. I can see a big 6 point bull elk taking three 338 win mag 200 grain slugs at 90 yards before he finally stayed down. I can see the deer I shot this past season and how everything seemed to go into slow motion at the shot as he dropped his hind end and came over backwards in slow motion. It'll take me an hour or two to get all of the images replayed in my mind but again, thanks for helping me remember. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif
