Mustangs Rule
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I get so tired of hearing hunters brag about shooting big game at super long range. Reminds me of the joke about an American client bragging to his African PH how he could shoot every in site from 500 to 600 yards.
The PH listens then says “That is very impressive! “But, how well do you shoot at 5 or 6 feet!”
So let’s hear your stories about hunts that were up close and personal, using firearms and exampling genuine hunting and stalking abilities not just shooting skills.
I’ll begin with this one growing up in New England on my family’s dairy farm.
After a big deep snow the whitetail deer used to yard up under the oak trees and dig for acorns. The forest was mixed and scattered around were young cedars. I made up both a long skirt and shawl out of cedar boughs. I looked like a Christmas Tree
Then on traditional ash and leather snowshoes I began a slow walk through the forest, stopping and looking and listening more than moving. Getting more careful as I approached the large oak trees from down wind when I saw deer.
I was carrying a Marlin 366 carbine in 35 Remington.
The closer I got, I only took a quiet step when all their heads were down in the snow looking for acorns. Patience, more patience then bang!
The PH listens then says “That is very impressive! “But, how well do you shoot at 5 or 6 feet!”
So let’s hear your stories about hunts that were up close and personal, using firearms and exampling genuine hunting and stalking abilities not just shooting skills.
I’ll begin with this one growing up in New England on my family’s dairy farm.
After a big deep snow the whitetail deer used to yard up under the oak trees and dig for acorns. The forest was mixed and scattered around were young cedars. I made up both a long skirt and shawl out of cedar boughs. I looked like a Christmas Tree
Then on traditional ash and leather snowshoes I began a slow walk through the forest, stopping and looking and listening more than moving. Getting more careful as I approached the large oak trees from down wind when I saw deer.
I was carrying a Marlin 366 carbine in 35 Remington.
The closer I got, I only took a quiet step when all their heads were down in the snow looking for acorns. Patience, more patience then bang!