JoseCuervo
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Jack O,
I am trying to keep up with all your stories, so I tried to keep them in one spot.
Jack O'Conner
Member # 1326
posted 03-12-2003 10:08
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About 8 years ago, I was deer hunting in Fall River County near the Wyoming line. "Any deer" tag in my pocket. National I saw a single doe way out there by herself.
... When I squeezed she dropped.
When I walked over to the dead doe, it was a lot closer than I'd guess-timated. Turned out I shot a fawn that had no spots at all.
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Jack O'Conner
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Member # 1326
posted 05-01-2003 11:14
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As I recall, it was the last weekend of deer season in 1969. Dad and me hunted the west-facing foothills of the Bighorn Mts.
After lunch, we walked out to the edge of a large sage dotted hillside and a nice sized forked horn buck stood up. Distance was about 120 yards. Dad raised his 300 Savage and aimed briefly before the rifle barked.
As we dressed out the buck, ....I found a full sized doe lying in blood smeared knee high grass with a thumb sized chunk of backbone missing. . ... His heavy 300 Savage bullet had penetrated the buck's ribcage with enough energy remaining to knock over this doe
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Jack O'Conner
Member # 1326 posted 04-29-2003 1:34
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Here is a family story for you.
Grandad told us about being awoken at "dark thirty" by his barking dog. .... Grandad loaded his old "thirty" and lit the rusty lantern. A very large bear was seen pawing up the garden.
Next morning, Grandad went outside to look at the bear and the damage to his garden. But the bear was not "blackie". This one had the silver-tipped hairs and huge claws of a mountain grizzley!
I am trying to keep up with all your stories, so I tried to keep them in one spot.
Jack O'Conner
Member # 1326
posted 03-12-2003 10:08
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About 8 years ago, I was deer hunting in Fall River County near the Wyoming line. "Any deer" tag in my pocket. National I saw a single doe way out there by herself.
... When I squeezed she dropped.
When I walked over to the dead doe, it was a lot closer than I'd guess-timated. Turned out I shot a fawn that had no spots at all.
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Jack O'Conner
Member
Member # 1326
posted 05-01-2003 11:14
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As I recall, it was the last weekend of deer season in 1969. Dad and me hunted the west-facing foothills of the Bighorn Mts.
After lunch, we walked out to the edge of a large sage dotted hillside and a nice sized forked horn buck stood up. Distance was about 120 yards. Dad raised his 300 Savage and aimed briefly before the rifle barked.
As we dressed out the buck, ....I found a full sized doe lying in blood smeared knee high grass with a thumb sized chunk of backbone missing. . ... His heavy 300 Savage bullet had penetrated the buck's ribcage with enough energy remaining to knock over this doe
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Jack O'Conner
Member # 1326 posted 04-29-2003 1:34
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Here is a family story for you.
Grandad told us about being awoken at "dark thirty" by his barking dog. .... Grandad loaded his old "thirty" and lit the rusty lantern. A very large bear was seen pawing up the garden.
Next morning, Grandad went outside to look at the bear and the damage to his garden. But the bear was not "blackie". This one had the silver-tipped hairs and huge claws of a mountain grizzley!