6mm Remington
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My first year of hunting when I was 12 (1972) on my grandfather LeRoy's ranch near Roy Montana. We were driving slowly on the place looking for some antelope to sneak on when we came over a little rise and there were about 30 antelope right out in front of us. They took off running and my father shot at and missed the last buck trailing behind just as the whole herd went over a little knob and out of sight. We figured well that was done. My father and I had ran away from the pickup towards the antelope and when he fired his shot, he and I were about 30 yards apart with him being in front of me.
The antelope ran out of sight over the knob. A couple minutes later here they came running right back towards us for some crazy unknown reason. The whole bunch ran past us pretty bunched up about 50 yards away running broadside to us and were hauling the mail. At the end of the bunch of antelope and seperated from the larger group, there was a doe and a buck running together and trailing them about 25 yards was another buck that ended up being a 16" antelope. My father and I pulled up at the same time to shoot at the antelope. We fired and it sounded like one shot. You could not tell that we both had shot. Three antelope hit the ground! My father had killed his buck with one lucky shot hitting him right behind the shoulder. I had hit the buck that I was shooting at behind the shoulder just near or right at the rear of his lungs and the doe was hit about the same. When I fired my shot the doe had ran on the other side of the buck and my bullet went through him and into her. I had to shoot each animal once more but they were done! I had just killed two antelope with one shot on the run no-less. My first ever big game animal on my grandpa's place with my Remington Model 600 Centennial chambered in the fabulous 6mm Remington! It still wears the same Weaver K4 scope on it, and it is now my son Jeff's rifle. He used it to take his first antelope with also. My dad's friend was gracious enough to use his tag for the doe and I got to keep the buck.
The antelope ran out of sight over the knob. A couple minutes later here they came running right back towards us for some crazy unknown reason. The whole bunch ran past us pretty bunched up about 50 yards away running broadside to us and were hauling the mail. At the end of the bunch of antelope and seperated from the larger group, there was a doe and a buck running together and trailing them about 25 yards was another buck that ended up being a 16" antelope. My father and I pulled up at the same time to shoot at the antelope. We fired and it sounded like one shot. You could not tell that we both had shot. Three antelope hit the ground! My father had killed his buck with one lucky shot hitting him right behind the shoulder. I had hit the buck that I was shooting at behind the shoulder just near or right at the rear of his lungs and the doe was hit about the same. When I fired my shot the doe had ran on the other side of the buck and my bullet went through him and into her. I had to shoot each animal once more but they were done! I had just killed two antelope with one shot on the run no-less. My first ever big game animal on my grandpa's place with my Remington Model 600 Centennial chambered in the fabulous 6mm Remington! It still wears the same Weaver K4 scope on it, and it is now my son Jeff's rifle. He used it to take his first antelope with also. My dad's friend was gracious enough to use his tag for the doe and I got to keep the buck.
