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Post by jfs on Jun 16, 2017 15:40:24 GMT -5
you hit the nail on that Max.....
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Post by contender on Jun 16, 2017 19:38:32 GMT -5
Better to have one & not need it,, than to need it & not have it. Bet ya never make that mistake again James!  |
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Post by tradmark on Jun 16, 2017 20:33:43 GMT -5
glad that worked out ok james, one thing i learned, thankfully not the hard way james, was that in africa lions have NOOOOOO problem going over and under a fence. the property we were at had a lion proof fence, but they were often not able to close the gates for some reason. one morning i was about to walk out of the dining room after breakfast and just before i could open the door i noticed a large lioness in the driveway about 20 yards away. i would've blindly walked out right into her but the dogs were barking and distracting her. they irritated her enough to make her leave the area. i never walked to dinner without my srh 454 with night sights again. it was about 150 yards to the lodge from our boma, cabin or whatever ya wanna call that fancy little thing we slept in. it was neat and it really enhanced our africa trip. i remember the night my son shot his wildebeest after he shot his lioness, we loaded quickly bc the lions were closing in and roaring and you good see them getting brave and wandering out from the tree line about 80 yards away and it was getting dark quick. by the time we loaded it, it was pitch black and you couldn't see anything past 10 feet. very unnerving in a good, feel of wild africa way. we were behind a high fence but i truly never thought about that again. i've always hoped that others wouldn't pass up this experience that capstick immortalized in his books and have always dreamed of having bc of very mistaken view of what a fence represents. that would be tragic.
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Post by sixshot on Jun 16, 2017 20:33:58 GMT -5
OK, I'm officially hi-jacking here but James started it! After landing right on dark on a long gravel bar in Alaska my buddy & I set up our tents about 50-60 yds apart (I snored back then) & went to bed. The next morning I rolled out of the sleeping bag & stepped out to relief myself in my stocking feet & no gun, now don't get ahead of me.
I'm standing there looking for my buddy because the night before we weren't 50-60 yds apart, we were more like 10 feet apart & I'm wondering why he's gone. Clear down the gravel bar I spot his tent & I'm trying to figure out why there's no love between us when out of the willows along the shore line steps a very big Grizzly, yikes! The Grizzly walked right out onto the edge of the water & now we are about 35-40 yds apart & there's about 20 yds of water 2 feet deep between us, so maybe 3 seconds if he decides to pay me a visit. The thing I remember the most is the hair on his back was gently moving in the breeze drifting down the Kuskokwim River, man was I one humble guy & I was wanting my mother. Fun stuff later but I was scared for 2-3 minutes until that bear walked out of sight.
Dick
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Post by tradmark on Jun 16, 2017 20:40:21 GMT -5
wow, two questions......one, where did your buddy go.....second, u said you used to snore. how did you quit?
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Post by sixshot on Jun 17, 2017 2:45:03 GMT -5
In the middle of the night he packed up & moved clear up to the far end of the gravel bar to get away from me. I have sleep apnea so now I use a C Paps machine, I call it a muzzle brake!! We stayed on that gravel bar for 6-7 days then moved over onto dry ground by a little trappers cabin.
Dick
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Post by whitworth on Jun 17, 2017 6:50:17 GMT -5
In the middle of the night he packed up & moved clear up to the far end of the gravel bar to get away from me. I have sleep apnea so now I use a C Paps machine, I call it a muzzle brake!! We stayed on that gravel bar for 6-7 days then moved over onto dry ground by a little trappers cabin. Dick Maybe your snoring kept the bear away as well!! Haha! We had one encounter in Kenya in 1984 while I was a young Marine, that left an impression on all involved. We were running a night land navigation course in the African bush. At one point we went through a stand of trees and whatever was occupying it let out an unhappy growl at our approach. We never identified the producer of said growl and we didn't stick around to make introductions. An M16 doesn't provide one with a lot of confidence when facing the possibility of defending against a large, toothy mammal. Africa is occupied by a truckload of different species that can cut a man's life short. Local militias I encountered on the Kosova border in the late '90s where arguably scarier particularly when they were blindly and boldly drunk. Sorry for the thread meandering! |
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Post by sixshot on Jun 17, 2017 13:01:27 GMT -5
Max, my buddy was mad every morning, one day he would say I was keeping them away & him awake & the next time he would say I was calling them in! Either way he wasn't very happy about having to sleep so far apart with so many bears in the area, we saw bears every day but one. This is the buddy I wrote about that died 6 months ago, he was my long time Dentist & hunting companion, I miss him terribly. His wife will be coming to my Ladies Only Handgun Class next week, I'll struggle a bit with that, haven't seen her since the funeral, although we've talked. She lives 40 miles away. He took his bull moose with my Harton 480 & a cast slug, one shot as I set right beside him, what a great memory! Guess we've totally jacked this one!
Dick
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Post by jfs on Jun 17, 2017 15:20:08 GMT -5
DT, Almost fell out of chair laughing after I read your name for c pap...."muzzle brake"
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Post by foxtrapper on Jun 17, 2017 16:14:57 GMT -5
Don't stop now boys ,keep em coming!
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Post by sixshot on Jun 17, 2017 21:17:15 GMT -5
Well since this started out about Asian Buffalo, cows, Watusi's, etc I have a little cow/bull story back when we were kids. Now we are really hi-jacked! This was back in the mid 50's & we lived in the little sleepy railroad town of Milford, Utah. My older brother & I had just finished up a hard days fishing & were walking down a gravel road to our place, no plumbing, toilet, tv, etc when we spotted a neighbors watermelon patch. This was a guy we didn't get along with very good because our dad had beat the hell out of him a few months earlier in a bar fight. At that time Milford was a pretty rough railroad town in between Salt Lake City & Las Vegas.
Anyway, we decided we should steal a few of those watermelons. We laid our poles down in the ditch & crawled through the barb wire fence & ran across a cow pasture, crawled through another fence & got 4 melons, one under each arm & eased them back under the fence. Just as we got them tucked under our arms we heard something & here came a bull on a dead run! We were in his pasture & he took exception to it, the cows just watched. We split up & started running for the other fence & the bull chose my brother, he dropped both of his melons & I dropped one of mine & when I got to the safety of the fence I started laughing but the bull was closing fast on Bob. He dove under the fence just as the bull got to him & I was roaring laughing & then I started running for home because he was mad! He didn't think it was very funny that I was rooting for the bull but he did bring my fishing pole & we had a good melon after supper, a supper that was always cooked on a wood cook stove with a hot water tank on the side.
Dick
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Post by jfs on Jun 18, 2017 15:46:35 GMT -5
Dick, The "Little Rascals" had nothing on you two.....
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Post by jfs on Jun 18, 2017 15:54:22 GMT -5
 Getting back to the original topic...I`ve enclosed a photo of what I call the "Bind Mans Blood Trail" meaning a blindfolded man would have no trouble trailing this double lung shot red deer using 500WE....if you want a big hole the 500`s sure leave `em....... |
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