BuzzH
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I was looking through my hunting pics and ran across a bunch of my Grandfather. I was lucky to hunt with him alot when he was still kicking. I usually hunted with him until he had his deer and elk (whenever he drew a cow tag).
It was a challenge to get him where he needed to be sometimes, but he always managed to get there.
These first pictures are of a calf he killed out of a herd of 30 or so on opening day one year. I'd put the herd to bed the night before opening day. We worked our way up a steep ridge well before light. It took quite a while for us to get there, as Grandpa was 79 at the time. We got up where we needed to be about 1/2 hour before legal light. Right at legal light I spotted the herd feeding below us in scattered timber. The herd was scattered about 130 yards below us. I pointed them out and he said he told me to find a calf. I picked one out and he said, "OK, I'll get that one." He rests his model 70 winchester on a stump and shortly theres a pleasant "roar" and down goes the calf with his trademark shot through the neck. The herd scatters and runs down the ridge a ways wondering whats going on. I used the same stump for a rest and killed a spike out of the herd. Heres the pics.
A couple years later, at 81, after already filling his deer "b" tag on a whitetail doe earlier in the day, we decided to walk an old road we knew about. I'd already arrowed a bull that year and I was thoroughly enjoying myself helping Grandpa fill his cow tag. Sure enough right at dark I spot a cow and a calf standing across a steep draw. Grandpa was having a heck of time picking them out in the timber but finally he says, "oh yeah, I see it now." He calmly shoulders his 300 mag. and shoots. I see the cow staggering down hill, obviously about to croak. He says, "I couldnt hold steady, I had to shoot it behind the shoulder." I hiked across the draw, found it dead and sure enough, nice silver dollar sized exit hole right behind the front shoulder. An off hand 150 yard shot is doing pretty good, especially at 81. Heres the picture. That was the last elk my Grandfather killed.
Heres the last whitetail buck he killed a couple years later. We were once again walking up an old road and this buck trots by us at about 70 yards. It makes the mistake of stopping and one shot to the neck with the 300 and that was it. I'll never forget any of the hunts I did with my Grandpa...and I'm happy I did as much hunting with him as he wanted to do.
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It was a challenge to get him where he needed to be sometimes, but he always managed to get there.
These first pictures are of a calf he killed out of a herd of 30 or so on opening day one year. I'd put the herd to bed the night before opening day. We worked our way up a steep ridge well before light. It took quite a while for us to get there, as Grandpa was 79 at the time. We got up where we needed to be about 1/2 hour before legal light. Right at legal light I spotted the herd feeding below us in scattered timber. The herd was scattered about 130 yards below us. I pointed them out and he said he told me to find a calf. I picked one out and he said, "OK, I'll get that one." He rests his model 70 winchester on a stump and shortly theres a pleasant "roar" and down goes the calf with his trademark shot through the neck. The herd scatters and runs down the ridge a ways wondering whats going on. I used the same stump for a rest and killed a spike out of the herd. Heres the pics.
A couple years later, at 81, after already filling his deer "b" tag on a whitetail doe earlier in the day, we decided to walk an old road we knew about. I'd already arrowed a bull that year and I was thoroughly enjoying myself helping Grandpa fill his cow tag. Sure enough right at dark I spot a cow and a calf standing across a steep draw. Grandpa was having a heck of time picking them out in the timber but finally he says, "oh yeah, I see it now." He calmly shoulders his 300 mag. and shoots. I see the cow staggering down hill, obviously about to croak. He says, "I couldnt hold steady, I had to shoot it behind the shoulder." I hiked across the draw, found it dead and sure enough, nice silver dollar sized exit hole right behind the front shoulder. An off hand 150 yard shot is doing pretty good, especially at 81. Heres the picture. That was the last elk my Grandfather killed.
Heres the last whitetail buck he killed a couple years later. We were once again walking up an old road and this buck trots by us at about 70 yards. It makes the mistake of stopping and one shot to the neck with the 300 and that was it. I'll never forget any of the hunts I did with my Grandpa...and I'm happy I did as much hunting with him as he wanted to do.
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