Agreed. I’ve used a 223 for more than enough thingsI’d take one well placed round with proper bullet for the situation out of that 22arc over a crappy 338 shot
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Agreed. I’ve used a 223 for more than enough thingsI’d take one well placed round with proper bullet for the situation out of that 22arc over a crappy 338 shot
22 seems to be the caliber of choice for the local meat wasting crowd. I'm sure that plays out all over.Agreed. I’ve used a 223 for more than enough things
I'm with you... and I'm not. I like a hole that blood falls out of, rather than leaks out of...BTW - My dad tells of killing deer with a .22 short back in the 1950's.
...found a lot of workI'm with you... and I'm not. I like a hole that blood falls out of, rather than leaks out of...
But old dad stories...
Dad has passed. He was a kid, and this was around 1960, so the statute of limitations has long since expired.
My dad went to the family ranch to spend the summers as a kid from about the age of 8, and when he was about 12, his uncle came to him, handed him a rifle (a 22 Hornet), said, 'We need some meat', and told him where to go and to shoot A deer. Now, let's not get hung up on the calendar; it was 60 years ago.
The old man went to the spot, and sure enough, a fat doe came along, and just before she hopped the fence, Dad put one in her. She hopped over the fence and walked off. He was 12, and assumed he missed... about 15 minutes later, along came a doe, and right before she hopped the fence, he put one in her. She hopped over the fence and walked off. He was 12, assumed he missed... about 15 minutes later...
The rifle had 4 rounds in it when it was handed to him. When the rifle was finally empty, he stood up, frustrated, and walked over to the fence line to figure out why and where he was missing, you'll never guess what he found.
Thank God for the statute of limitations. I've made no secret that I grew up in a "license optional" family. I started at age 9 with a Model 1894. (which sits in @p_ham 's safe at the moment. ) I can testify my first deer died of multiple gunshot wounds, the first few of which were not lethal. All this to say that you can F'up a kill with any cartridge or caliber. Marksmanship over energy and all that, sure; but there is a middle of the spectrum where most us of live and hunt. Any article that tries to make the extreme the norm is unethical, IMHO.I'm with you... and I'm not. I like a hole that blood falls out of, rather than leaks out of...
But old dad stories...
Dad has passed. He was a kid, and this was around 1960, so the statute of limitations has long since expired.
My dad went to the family ranch to spend the summers as a kid from about the age of 8, and when he was about 12, his uncle came to him, handed him a rifle (a 22 Hornet), said, 'We need some meat', and told him where to go and to shoot A deer. Now, let's not get hung up on the calendar; it was 60 years ago.
The old man went to the spot, and sure enough, a fat doe came along, and just before she hopped the fence, Dad put one in her. She hopped over the fence and walked off. He was 12, and assumed he missed... about 15 minutes later, along came a doe, and right before she hopped the fence, he put one in her. She hopped over the fence and walked off. He was 12, assumed he missed... about 15 minutes later...
The rifle had 4 rounds in it when it was handed to him. When the rifle was finally empty, he stood up, frustrated, and walked over to the fence line to figure out why and where he was missing, you'll never guess what he found.
He did indeed, 4 times what he was looking for....found a lot of work