Your favorite range trip:

[b4uqzme]

I think mine was just after I bought a Lyman muzzle loader. I couldn't wait and went out back, all alone, and took my time going thru the process of swabbing and measuring and tamping, etc. It was my first time shooting a front stuffer. I think in an hour I only shot 10 rounds... But it was great. I need to do that again.

What's yours?

[Iggy]

Shooting a Sharp's 45-70 at a 1000 yard steel Buffler target across over yonder. Itchy comes up and asks "Can I try it?"
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I show her how to use the peep sights and all that stuff. She puts it up to her shoulder (off hand you understand). Pulls the trigger,BOOM!, lowers the gun, and says "Did I miss?" BONG!!!

Thus endeth her 1000 yard shooting career. She knows enuff to quit when ahead.

She out shot me again with her CW45 today. She's a dammed fine backup, I'm here to tell you.:cool:

[b4uqzme]

Smart woman. :D

[b4uqzme]

P.S. Colonel's gonna be real jealous of that beautiful old Sharps. Me too!

[Iggy]

Thanks.
It's an early Shiloh, but it's a dandy.

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Here's another favorite. 1879 Springfield Trapdoor.

[Bawanna]

I am indeed jealous but I did get to shoot my boys Pedersoli Sharps wannabe this summer and it was just a hoot. Gotta get my own one of these days.
We had one day at the range east the mountains where we go every summer just me and the missus, unmanned, no rangemasters, no other shooters all to ourselves. It was great fun. Still like to have my own range so I could have that every day.
Maybe 10,000 acres in Wyoming with a moat and a fence, nice little house, big shop and a huge shooting range.
Getting a Tee Pee in my britches just thinking about it.

I enjoy them front stuffers too. 10 rounds in an hour is actually moving pretty good.
Had some buddies with me one time, I'd shoot and they mosey down the 100 yards to the target, linger, have a smoke meander back while I was frantically loading and usually they had to wait for me to shoot again and repeat the process.
They give me a hard time bout the old ways, once said it hit the paper but didn't quite make it through. What a joker.......

[Iggy]

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This is my rifle range. That long grey bluff is my back stop.. It's 12 miles over yonder. The ranch HQ is between here and there so a feller has to be
a little careful. They been diggin' dinosaur fossils outta that bluff since before Custer got into that little fracas up there in Montana.



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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid and the wild bunch blowed up the express car at the left side of the picture up above.
They used just a leetle bit too much dynamite on this'n.

[Bawanna]

You wanna be my neighbor or what? Got room for one more over yonder?

[Iggy]

Sorry Colonel, the Governor done declared the state plumb full just yesterday. If it gits any more crowded I'm thinking of moving to Australia or the South Pole.:lie:

Besides that, Wyoming is falling apart.:rolleyes:

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[CJB]

My favorite range trip, oddly enough, was one that I embarked upon early one sunny Saturday morning, with five other enthusiasts, in the wild treeless scrub of central Florida. It occurred after consuming three large bowls of cream of spinach soup for dinner the night before.

Glossing over sundry details, let me just elaborate on that fact that I felt the urgent, quite insistent call to nature, as a result of the spinach in my alumentary canal. Having no tree to lean back upon, yours truly was thus was resigned to drop breeks, and crabwalk on three limbs, in order to avoid filling said breeks with what I was convinced was going to be quite an explosive discharge.

Whilst my technique was utterly correct, and prediction of bowelular explosion proved true, I failed in my site preparation, most likely due to the serious urgency of the matter, and the potential consequences thereof.

The snake was an Eastern Diamondback, about two and one half inches across, and approximately four feet in length. It was poised, apparently at the ready to strike my arse in some sort of buttock revenge ceremony, for having disrupted its morning constitutional sunbath with an altogether different sort of "constitutional" of my own.

My mind reeled.

All I could conjur in my mind was the old joke regarding the Lone Ranger, and faithful Tanto, relaying the "sentiments of the physician", saying "You gonna die Kimosabe", rather than attempting to suck the poison from the wound.

I was not amused. I proceeded to do the only thoughtful and manly thing.

I screamed.

Bloody hell I screamed! And in short order came running five companions in arms, who proceeded to rain lead all around the serpent, without ever actually striking it.

In fact they utterly missed, in a most complete manner, satisfying no one, except perhaps the snake.

I was glad for the diversion. The askew time was well spent, removing remnants of the nuclear fallout from private places, with a found-on-the-spot Burger King bag, and when satisfactorily completed, the breeks were yanked up around my middle and I was on two feet only, once and again.

I was still not amused.

My friend Ron B (the B may stand for beak, or BIGnose...) had his Ruger .44 Redhawk, and I hastily snatched it from his hands in a fully loaded state. The the double action trigger never again felt so smooth to me as on that morning, but I was happy to end the living existence of one Eastern Diamondback with a single coup de grace right behind its head, which sent the fanged evil protuberance off on its own, never to be recovered. However, I did take the rest of the writhing mass of muscle, bone and sinew, and rolled it up into the generous pocket of my field jacket, to be forgotten until discovered by my female domestic partner, upon my return home a good twelve hours later.

And that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!

[Iggy]

I was answerin' nature's call one day and a bull elk sauntered by.. Do you have any idea how hard it is to reach around a tree and git your rifle and shoot from a squattin' position?

I can tell you a squattin' position ain't just the best for absorbin' the recoil of a 300 H&H Magnum.:ohmy:

[CJB]

At least it was a 300H&H....one of my favs! Second only to the 375H&H

[Bawanna]

Always been fond of those two myself, the 375 especially. Had one for a short while. Nice Winchester.

[OvalNut]

I was answerin' nature's call one day and a bull elk sauntered by.. Do you have any idea how hard it is to reach around a tree and git your rifle and shoot from a squattin' position?

I can tell you a squattin' position ain't just the best for absorbin' the recoil of a 300 H&H Magnum.:ohmy:


So, did you drop it? ... The elk that is.


Tim

[Iggy]

Yup. Tree trunk kept me from falling in sumthin'.
5 point bull.