Sometimes you just hafta go out and prove your point
Oct 17, 2017 19:33:02 GMT -5
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Post by sheriff on Oct 17, 2017 19:33:02 GMT -5
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After some discussion with the operator of No Mercy Hunting Services, LLC of Gracemont, Okla about the abilities a a .45 Colt properly loaded with the proper cast bullet being able to cleanly kill a bison, I booked a hunt with them for a cow bison. Left Monday for the 2.5hr trip down to Gracemont, arriving about supper time. Got signed in and taken to my quarters, introduced to the hand who was to be my guide, and asked once again if I'd like a rifle or a rifle back-up. I politely declined and told my guide I'd meet him at the hunt office/skinning shed at daylight. Tuesday morning finally got here, lower 40's and a steady 15mph, south wind.
The guide arrived about the same time as I did so we transferred my stuff to the electric, 4-seater UTV, grabbed some coffee and headed south into the wind. After clearing the creek bottom and climbing out on top, we drove up on a pond dam to get a look out across the cedar infested pasture. The guide spotted a small group of 5 gradually working our way about 300yds out. Since the wind was blowing generally from them towards us, we elected to park the UTV out of sight in a sunken railroad bed that ran southward to the west side of the small group. I told Denny, 'you get me withen 50yds of that group and I'll kill you a buffalo'.
We creeped down the roadbed, looking over the lip, checking their progress. When we got down within 60-70yds and still north far enough to keep them from winding us, we got up out of the roadbed and into a cedar thicket and begin slipping through the thicket working our way toward the edge. Getting to the north edge of the ticket and running out of cedar trees, the guide ranged the leader, a big old bull, at 40yds. The other 4 were cows roughly strung out in pairs behind him. One of the cows stood out in that she had a yellow color mane and the guide asked if I wanted to shoot her and were we close enough. I said I would and we were.
Got seated, the cross sticks up and the 'dot' on her. The guide whispered 'when your ready', then 'hold it, there's one coming up on her off side'. I'd convince that with the load and bullet I was shooting, at 50yds I'd shoot plum thru 'er. He took me at my word and held me up until the cow stopped to eat a little more, allowing the off side to move on ahead. As the cow fed in a small semi circle, I tracked her with the dot. When she completed her 180 and was almost broadside to me I squeezed a round off hitting her tight against the shoulder, about 1/3 of the way up. She shuddered, rocked back, then started to turn to the east to get to a thicket about 30 or so yards to the east. Her backend was wobbling, but the guide hollered to give her an insurance shot to keep her from dying in the thicket, making dragging her out a real @#$@. She was now quartering hard away from me so I put the dot in the hollow in front of her hip and let fly toward the off shoulder. She went down, back then front after having taken no more than 5 steps from the first shot to the last.
After waiting the bull and the other cows to check on her then bunch up and move on, we walked over and admired my first bison. Sitting her up for the glamour shot, I pointed out the guide that the bullet had actually nicked the shoulder bone on entry and still traveled completely through her taking out a rib on the way out. Not bad for a marginal caliber. The second shot had entered about where I'd been looking when the gun went off, but we could find no exit on the front end. Snapped a few glamor shots and then headed back to the shop after the front end loader to bring her in.
During the skinning, it was noted that the first slug had clipped the shoulder, perforated both lungs and the heart and taken out a rib on the off side. The second slug had entered in the hollow in front of the right hip, angle forward thru the intestines, the stomach and the left side if the diaphragm next to the ribcage, but we found no bullet or exit. I advised the butcher when he got around to cutting her up to watch for the bullet and save it for me if he found it. A two day hunt was over within the first hour of day 1 with a weapon and caliber that I was told by 3 different people was 'marginal' at best. Sometimes you just hafta show 'em.
After some discussion with the operator of No Mercy Hunting Services, LLC of Gracemont, Okla about the abilities a a .45 Colt properly loaded with the proper cast bullet being able to cleanly kill a bison, I booked a hunt with them for a cow bison. Left Monday for the 2.5hr trip down to Gracemont, arriving about supper time. Got signed in and taken to my quarters, introduced to the hand who was to be my guide, and asked once again if I'd like a rifle or a rifle back-up. I politely declined and told my guide I'd meet him at the hunt office/skinning shed at daylight. Tuesday morning finally got here, lower 40's and a steady 15mph, south wind.
The guide arrived about the same time as I did so we transferred my stuff to the electric, 4-seater UTV, grabbed some coffee and headed south into the wind. After clearing the creek bottom and climbing out on top, we drove up on a pond dam to get a look out across the cedar infested pasture. The guide spotted a small group of 5 gradually working our way about 300yds out. Since the wind was blowing generally from them towards us, we elected to park the UTV out of sight in a sunken railroad bed that ran southward to the west side of the small group. I told Denny, 'you get me withen 50yds of that group and I'll kill you a buffalo'.
We creeped down the roadbed, looking over the lip, checking their progress. When we got down within 60-70yds and still north far enough to keep them from winding us, we got up out of the roadbed and into a cedar thicket and begin slipping through the thicket working our way toward the edge. Getting to the north edge of the ticket and running out of cedar trees, the guide ranged the leader, a big old bull, at 40yds. The other 4 were cows roughly strung out in pairs behind him. One of the cows stood out in that she had a yellow color mane and the guide asked if I wanted to shoot her and were we close enough. I said I would and we were.
Got seated, the cross sticks up and the 'dot' on her. The guide whispered 'when your ready', then 'hold it, there's one coming up on her off side'. I'd convince that with the load and bullet I was shooting, at 50yds I'd shoot plum thru 'er. He took me at my word and held me up until the cow stopped to eat a little more, allowing the off side to move on ahead. As the cow fed in a small semi circle, I tracked her with the dot. When she completed her 180 and was almost broadside to me I squeezed a round off hitting her tight against the shoulder, about 1/3 of the way up. She shuddered, rocked back, then started to turn to the east to get to a thicket about 30 or so yards to the east. Her backend was wobbling, but the guide hollered to give her an insurance shot to keep her from dying in the thicket, making dragging her out a real @#$@. She was now quartering hard away from me so I put the dot in the hollow in front of her hip and let fly toward the off shoulder. She went down, back then front after having taken no more than 5 steps from the first shot to the last.
After waiting the bull and the other cows to check on her then bunch up and move on, we walked over and admired my first bison. Sitting her up for the glamour shot, I pointed out the guide that the bullet had actually nicked the shoulder bone on entry and still traveled completely through her taking out a rib on the way out. Not bad for a marginal caliber. The second shot had entered about where I'd been looking when the gun went off, but we could find no exit on the front end. Snapped a few glamor shots and then headed back to the shop after the front end loader to bring her in.
During the skinning, it was noted that the first slug had clipped the shoulder, perforated both lungs and the heart and taken out a rib on the off side. The second slug had entered in the hollow in front of the right hip, angle forward thru the intestines, the stomach and the left side if the diaphragm next to the ribcage, but we found no bullet or exit. I advised the butcher when he got around to cutting her up to watch for the bullet and save it for me if he found it. A two day hunt was over within the first hour of day 1 with a weapon and caliber that I was told by 3 different people was 'marginal' at best. Sometimes you just hafta show 'em.
