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- May 4, 2011
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Scotty -
My favorite .270 story comes from days of yore regarding my Grampa as a young man. He hunted on horseback mostly for deer since the high sagebrush made great hiding spots for those old mossy horned bucks. This was in the late 40's and party hunting was not only legal but encouraged. He had three tags left to fill for the older folks in town who still needed to fill their freezers for winter. He had a Savage 99 takedown in .22 High Power that he liked hunting deer with but he was anxious to try out his then relatively brand new Remington 721. It had a new Lyman or Weaver 3x scope at the time. I believe that was the first rifle he owned that had a scope on it.
Now the story goes that Grampa rode over the top of a ridge and below him in a sage brush flat stood three mule deer bucks. Well he saw them and they saw him all at once. Grampa had enough time to shuck his 721 from the scabbard and lay down on his stomach as the bucks started to amble off. Whatever he was selling they didn't appear to want any. After cycling the action to chamber a Western 130 grain bullet he took careful aim and fired. One buck down. Cycling the action and taking aim, the two remaining bucks were now trotting faster. BANG! Two bucks down. The last one broke into a full out run as Grampa centered the crosshairs on the buck's withers. BANG! Three shots, three bucks. Everyone was pretty much family back in those days and you look out for your family. Those old folks who got venison for their freezer were very grateful for men like Gramps.
Gramps was legendary for his shooting abilities and this story pretty well sums it up to me. When I was a young boy I asked him if this story was true or "just bull." He grinned and snickered saying, "there might've even been four bucks, I can't rightly remember."
Rest in Peace Grampa MacArthur.
Dale
My favorite .270 story comes from days of yore regarding my Grampa as a young man. He hunted on horseback mostly for deer since the high sagebrush made great hiding spots for those old mossy horned bucks. This was in the late 40's and party hunting was not only legal but encouraged. He had three tags left to fill for the older folks in town who still needed to fill their freezers for winter. He had a Savage 99 takedown in .22 High Power that he liked hunting deer with but he was anxious to try out his then relatively brand new Remington 721. It had a new Lyman or Weaver 3x scope at the time. I believe that was the first rifle he owned that had a scope on it.
Now the story goes that Grampa rode over the top of a ridge and below him in a sage brush flat stood three mule deer bucks. Well he saw them and they saw him all at once. Grampa had enough time to shuck his 721 from the scabbard and lay down on his stomach as the bucks started to amble off. Whatever he was selling they didn't appear to want any. After cycling the action to chamber a Western 130 grain bullet he took careful aim and fired. One buck down. Cycling the action and taking aim, the two remaining bucks were now trotting faster. BANG! Two bucks down. The last one broke into a full out run as Grampa centered the crosshairs on the buck's withers. BANG! Three shots, three bucks. Everyone was pretty much family back in those days and you look out for your family. Those old folks who got venison for their freezer were very grateful for men like Gramps.
Gramps was legendary for his shooting abilities and this story pretty well sums it up to me. When I was a young boy I asked him if this story was true or "just bull." He grinned and snickered saying, "there might've even been four bucks, I can't rightly remember."
Rest in Peace Grampa MacArthur.
Dale
. I guess we can all cross the line every so often!!
