Friday, November 6, 2009

Dad's ol' Ithaca...

Back in the late '50s Dad bought himself an Ithaca Model 37 Feartherlight 12 ga. for duck hunting on the seepage ponds at the back of his dairy farm, just out of Chilliwack in the Fraser Valley. Think he paid $65 for it brand new, from the Eatons department store in town.

Knocked down his fair share of mallards and teal with it.

And I inherited it many years later.

Long story short, he modified it to fit him, and it just didn't come even close to fitting me. The stock was so shortened that recoil would drive my fingers wrapped around the grip into my bottom lip, the resulting sensations (and swelling) of which pretty much took all the edge off of having any fun with it.

So it sat for years in my gun safe, unused until a couple years ago when I pulled it out to do some trap shooting with my son-in-laws. And it quickly gave me several rude reminders of why it had sat for so long.

One option was to go out and buy another shotgun.

But why do that when an otherwise perfectly good iron, one very well designed, and that held so much personal memories and value, was available. Sure, it looked well used, the metal polished and grayed, the wood scarred and bruised, but Ithacas are fine shotguns, and with some TLC applied this one was nowhere close to being at the end of its life. And lastly, this model, having been millions sold over the years, has no particularly interesting collector's value.

I got busy on the Internet, and managed to track down a very fine and virtually like new stock and forearm set from Les at Diamond Gunsmithing in New York, who actually worked for Ithaca Gun Co. for many years before the company went under.

I took the set over to Ralf Martini, of Martini Gunmakers Ltd. and asked him to completely refinish the old gun, and fit the new wood.

Just picked it up today...



 




If you happen to be looking over my shoulder Dad, I hope you like it.

*

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Seriously cool moment this morning!

After my early morning hike looking for elk, took a detour home through an area that has the potential to surprise now and again. Okay, call it road hunting.

Definitely got a surprise!






When I first saw it, it was moving through the timber toward the road. When I stopped, it stopped, stared for a moment, and then turned and disappeared over bit of a rise. I backed up the truck, and caught him sitting and watching me. Managed to get four pictures with my Sony 5X digital before it decided it was time to leave.

Very large and mature lion happening there.

Awesome creature, totally made my day!


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I did manage to get in a bit of fishing this summer...

My two son-in-laws, Jason and Rene, and I have this favorite spot on a river (which, naturally, is a major top secret) that we manage to get together and fish once or twice a year. All catch and release, there's some fairly decent cutthroat to be had on both fly and spin tackle, but the main target are the bull trout (a.k.a. dollies).

Yes, size matters.

Particularly amongst two fiercely competitive young guns and one (relatively) old timer.

For the last several years Jason has held the title of "Supreme Master Ruler-of-the-Entire-Known-Universe Everyone-Else-Can-Eat-My-Shorts Fisherman", which...tragically...he earned (meaning totally lucked out on) with the landing of a brute weighing an estimated six to seven pounds. (See picture below, the guy sporting the big shit-eating grin one...)

Needless to say, he has been an ever so gracious Ruler-of-the-Yada-Yada-Yada during his reign, in that he only reminded Rene and myself of his stature a paltry minimum of 3,405,432 times each time either of us caught a fish over, say, ten inches long. He's not one to brag too much...meaning almost, but not quite, to the point of getting thrown in the river. Head first. And his little dog, Toto, too!

Okay, I'm exaggerating a tad. He's actually been very sportsmanlike about it, rarely ever even mentioning it.

Rene and I attribute this to raw fear.


Our trip to the river in August was, shall we say, a tad traumatic for Jason.

Ya see, he lost the crown.

Yep, to the old guy.

With an awesome girth, we estimated an easy ten pounds, maybe as high as twelve.

Whatever it was, it was definitely a helluva lot of fun to land. At times it just pretty much hunkered down in the current, and there was little I could do that would move it along. Lots of fun on light spinning gear and eight pound test in fast water!


Like Jason, I try to be a good sport about this, too.

...due mostly to raw fear.

Heh!

There's shooting, and then there's SHOOTING!!!

This would be just about impossible to believe without actually watching this guy perform! Absolutely incredible!!!



Yikes!!!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Are there big whitetails in BC?

Well, an avid bow hunting friend of my hunting buddy recently picked these two up in his game camera. If I told ya where, he'd have to kill me...and I hate it when that happens! So all I can say is "Southern BC".

Apparently the non-typical has been showing up for a couple years now. He is past his prime, so...tragically...he's lost some more mass this year.

Which begs the question: What the hell was he like in his prime???



Not too shabby, either!



That should getcha back into counting the sleeps until opening day, eh!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Just how big and mighty is the Golden Eagle?

I never would have believed this possible until I watched this video.

First, a bit of a warning, as you may find yourself feeling a tad sorry for the wolves.



Amazing!

Monday, May 25, 2009

How 'bout a trip in the "Way Back" machine

S.I.R. Sports has been around in Winnipeg since forever, and recently just became Cabelas in Canada. Found one of their old sales catalogues from 1968/1969. Here's some pricing from the good ol' days, which...not kidding here...includes "delivery".

Win. Model 94 Carbine (20" barrel) - $99.50

Win. Model 70 Standard - $183.95

Wby Mark V - $325 (YIKES!!!)

Marlin 336C - $115.00

Mauser "009" Sporting Rifle - $105.50

Rem. 700 BDL Custom Deluxe - $192.50

Colt AR15 Sporter .223 - $254.50

Win. 180 gr. Silver Tip - $6.00 (minimum order for ammo - $10.00)

Weaver K3 3X - $43.50

Ruger 10/22 Std. Carbine - $83.75

Fox Model B Double Trigger, 12 or 20 gu. - $145.00

Rem. Model 870 Deluxe - $129.25

Certainly all things are relative.

But, still...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Perfect!!!



Oh, yeah!!!

I'm reminded of the TV show where Prof. Lott was debating Wendy Cukier, that ignorant #@#&%&%#@ unowhat who is president of the Canadian Coalition for Gun Control.

Finally he tells her, to paraphrase...

"Well, Wendy, then why don't you put a sign in your front yard stating you have no firearms in your home?"

Absolutely stopped her dead in her tracks! The look on her face as she started stuttering for words was priceless!!!

The fact is, a considerable degree of the personal safety these anti-gun freaks enjoy in their own homes is by virtue of the fact that the bad guys still run the risk of those of running into those of us who own firearms.

Albeit the Liberal Left are doing their damnedest to make it easier and safer for thugs every chance they get.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Just a regular chip off the ol' block, eh!

What can I say! She hasn't shot a rifle in over 20 years, but can still put 'em right where they're supposed to go.

First up, my son-in-law's Marlin 308MX, with a Bushnell Elite 3200 3x9x40. Just installed a Wild West trigger in this rascal, and let me tell you that it was worth every penny. Breaks like glass at around 3 lbs.



Not too shabby...



Next up, my custom Remington 700 Varminter 25.06, with Leupold VX-II 6x18x40 AO.



I think the sunglasses work.

But, what's with those flashy white socks...???

Thursday, April 2, 2009

So, what do Liberals think of hunters, sport shooters and gun owners in general?

I guess it's fair to say that Warren Kinsella makes it pretty clear.

Being one of Ignatieff's top political hired guns (lousy pun, granted...), one can assume that he directly speaks for the Liberal leader.

I'd also assume that it's a safe bet that no Liberal MPs personally indulge in the shooting sports...because, if they did, they obviously, as implied by Warren, would not be fit for public office, and thus should be weeded out of caucus, post haste!

I won't even get into the not so subtly implied slight against such notable Canadians as Susan Nattress, past world champion trap shooter and member of the Order of Canada, or say, f'rinstance, our Olympic shooting team members.

Obviously "fools", all of them, none of whom any justifiably sensible "urban" voter would tolerate in public office.

I hope everyone is taking notes. This is, traditionally, how Liberals fight elections: Pit Canadians against Canadians. Marginalize minorities to the appropriate fringes and accordingly mock them.

Hell, it's worked for them since forever, hasn't it?

East against west.

French against English.

Alberta against everyone else.

Rural against urban.

And last, but certainly not least, those whacky gun owners, clearly separated by only one or two genes and/or a barely restrained impulse to shoot up your neighborhood just for kicks and giggles, from drug dealers, rapists and murderers.

I'm sure this unbelievably shoddy ploy, nevertheless, will work like a hot damn in the GTA.

I'm just as certain that it will remind millions of westerners of why they haven't voted Liberal in decades...and probably will not for more decades yet to come.

Iggy, the "Great Uniter", eh?

Uh, huh...

When pigs fly!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

From the "Oh, yeah? Well, two can play that game" dept...

The Mayor of Toronto and his pals on city council have been stridently anti-gun, taking it so far as to shut down two gun clubs within their jurisdiction. The not so subtle implication being that sport hunters and shooters obviously are cut from the same cloth as murderous drug dealing gangsters, and thus a threat to Toronto.

Yesterday the Toronto Sportsmens Show, which has been hosting an annual fair at city owned Exhibition Place for over 60 years, canceled and moved it to the provincially owned Metro Convention Center.

Taking with it the annual fee paid to the City of Toronto, a not so paltry $750,000.

City Council members apparently are more than a little upset, 'cause during these tough times they need the dough.

Yeah, well, as the old adage says, "What goes around, comes around." Looks real good on 'em, too!

I love it when narrow minded bigotry is appropriately rewarded with a similarly not so subtle swift groin shot.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Take your Dad hunting...

My Dad owned a large dairy farm in the Fraser Valley, up against flood dikes along both the Fraser and Vedder rivers. The back ten acres was all marsh, and so duck hunting was his passion, as was the retriever he usually had at his side. I can well remember tagging along with him when I was about five or so.

He sold in 1960, and a few years later moved to the Okanagan. There he taught me firearms and hunting safety as we went after deer locally, and moose up north.

In my early twenties I moved out to Lloydminster, AB. There, I, too, got into a bit of duck hunting.

When Dad was getting near 70, one fall I got him and his older brother, my Uncle Les, to come out for some duck hunting, knowing that neither of them had done any of it for too many years.

The first evening out, about an hour before dark, I sat the two of them in a bit of natural blind on the edge of this good sized prairie marsh, with stubble fields behind them. Everything was perfect, and the hunting gods didn't let me down. For the next hour the ducks came in waves, including lots of mallards, and especially teal that whistled in from over the water like miniature fighter jets! The action was fast and furious!

Well, the two of them were like little kids. I don't think I ever saw my Dad so excited in all my life! It was just marvelous!

Between them I think they managed two birds, but it didn't matter. They didn't quit raving about it for the rest of the trip, and years to come to anyone who would listen.

Never will forget the joy I brought them that day. I think it was the last time Dad and I hunted together. His trusted Ithaca Model 37, bought from Sears in the late '50s for a whopping $65, and that he had out that hunt, now sits in my own gun safe along with its attached memories of good times gone by.

For all those years that your Dad took you out when you were a kid...

It's your turn to take him out, eh?

...at least one more time.

Friday, February 27, 2009

A glimmer of light at the end of a $2 billion tunnel...

Garry Breitkreuz has introduced Bill C-301, which will finally eliminate the absolute stupidity of registering hunting rifles and shotguns. Let's hope the Libs and NDP can scrape together enough common sense between the lot of 'em to make sure this happens.

Garry Breitkreuz: $2 billion worth of police will save more lives than one gun registry

Posted: February 27, 2009, 8:45 AM by NP Editor

When the national long-gun registry was introduced 14 years ago, I believed it would help keep Canadians safe.

After many years of research, consultation and more than 600 access-to-information requests as a Member of Parliament, I now know that nothing could be further from the truth. The gun registry has not saved one life in Canada, and it has been a financial sinkhole, estimated to have cost some $2-billion. Imagine how many more police we could have on the streets if we had invested more wisely.

I believe the time has come to stop throwing good money after bad, so I introduced Bill C-301, an act to amend the Criminal Code and the Firearms Act (registration of firearms) on Feb. 9, 2009. We need to dismantle the wasteful, futile registry and abandon the notion that this political pacifier is working. But most importantly, we need to stop placing onerous regulations on duck hunters and sport shooters who are not part of Canada’s criminal element.

Bill C-301 will scrap the long-gun registry, improve efficiency and reduce costs without having any negative impact on public safety. The bill introduces a number of amendments to streamline the Firearms Act. These changes will improve efficiency and enhance Canada’s public safety objectives, while still providing our police with all the information they need for effective law enforcement. Gun owners are still required to have a license, which requires safety training and criminal background checks.

The Auditor-General has already blown the whistle on the gun registry. My bill proposes to ask for regular independent cost-benefit analyses on all aspects of the firearms program every five years. This amendment would effectively implement an evidence-based gun control regime in Canada. Firearms measures deemed cost-effective would be retained and those that were not would be subject to parliamentary review. The regular reviews could furnish hard evidence that would help Parliament create cost-effective crime control measures. At last, Canada’s decision-makers could formulate policy based upon real evidence.

Ironically, the gun registry is absolutely useless in helping locate the 255,000 people who have been prohibited from owning firearms by the courts. My bill would start the long-overdue process of making public safety the priority of our country’s gun-control laws. Many Canadians have come to realize that the long-gun registry is merely a bureaucratic exercise designed to lay a piece of paper beside every gun in the country. That piece of paper has no effect on the criminal and does nothing to prevent the misuse of a firearm.

This is a non-partisan issue and I hope Bill C-301 will be supported by all federal parties. There are MPs in all parties who firmly believe hunters, farmers and sport shooters have been forced to comply with an onerous and costly registration process that makes no sense. All MPs representing constituents who enjoy Canadian heritage activities are welcome to support the bill and pass it into law. I hope all parties will allow their members to vote according to their conscience, because freedom and fairness is a non-partisan pursuit. In the meantime, I would encourage all hunters, sport shooters and fiscally responsible Canadians to let your MP know that you want this bill passed.

Let’s all help Parliament switch its focus to opposing the bad guys.

National Post

Garry Breitkreuz is the Conservative MP for the Saskatchewan riding of Yorkton-Melville.


AMEN!!!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Why the truth about global warming should matter to you...

Kyoto and other such schemes are predicated upon information that has long since been proven to be half-truths, garbage science, and just plain out and out lies.

The facts of the matter are:

a) Man made CO2 is virtually a non-factor in climate change.

b) Global climate, by far, is affected primarily by cyclical solar activity.

c) The planet has been cooling since 1998.

d) The famous "hockey stick" graph suggesting a continual rise in global temperatures since the late 1800s is now proven to be utter twaddle.

But you're not hearing much about any of this, right?

Additional facts are:

e) Polar ice caps are expanding, particularly in the Antarctic.

f) Polar bear populations, as a result of conservation efforts, are, in most Arctic regions, healthy and increasing.

g) Over the last 2000 years the planet has experienced a number of periods of higher global temperatures than the current cycle produced, with resulting contractions of the polar ice caps and glaciers.

But, again, you're not hearing much about any of this, right?

Here's why.

1) The scientific community, for the most part, has heavily invested itself in "Global Warming"...which recently has come to be known in the less specific, therefore more ambiguous, and thus more convenient, term as "Climate Change". Having lurched hard and heavy into this, in the very least their collective credibility is now on the line. They blew it in the '70s by predicting the certain coming of an ice age. They can't afford to be incredibly wrong (meaning idiotic) twice.

2) There are billions upon billions of big, BIG $$$$$$ in grants, both corporate and governmental, at risk. Even in the world of science, at the end of the day money talks. You get everyone concerned enough, if not outright frightened, they will demand, to the point of even rioting in the streets, that all kinds of money be thrown at a problem to make it go away.

3) There are even more billions at risk to corporate interests who have invested heavily in alternate energies and so-called "green" technologies. But more to the point, there are billions worth of "carbon credits" to be brokered between both industry and governments worldwide...with the usual commissions to be collected on both the sale and purchase thereof. (See Al Gore and/or Maurice Strong)

Ah, yes! That mystical "carbon credit", based upon something you can't see or touch, estimated by mathematical and theoretical formulas you can't begin to comprehend, tracked through book keeping entries you'll never see, trading for sums of money you can't relate to...often your tax money...to far away lands to be spent, again theoretically (meaning when pigs fly), on "green" stuff. Recent audits, if even at all in the first place manageable, are...no big surprise here...proving that tons of that dough could be ending up just about anywhere, being spent on just about anything. Use your imagination, and don't hold back, either.

Meanwhile, sufficiently guilt burdened passengers (meaning suckers) line up at vending machines in airports to buy "carbon offsets" before they board their next flight. Who wouldn't want a piece of that action, eh? Great gig, if you can land it.

4) And of course, good news is no news. So, for example, an item on the discovery that the red breasted finklewink isn't bordering on extinction due to global warming after all, is a non-story that would be a tragic waste of valuable time slots and/or column inches that naturally should be used for alarming people.

A very recent headline swept front pages around the world stating that many major coastal cities, like f'rinstance, New York, might sink under a lot of polar melt water at any moment!

However, if next week an error is discovered that turns said catastrophe into so much silly nonsense, what you won't see are headlines such as...

- "New York Safe! No polar meltdown looming! Yay!" -

If such presumably stress relieving news even gets printed at all, it almost certainly will end up somewhere between the "Lost and Found Pets" and "This Week's Corrections" columns right next to the comics section...

- Reuters: A spokesperson for the research group, Alarming Climate Disasters R Us, today issued a retraction of a previous news release, which states: "We have discovered an error in our climate modeling, thereby negating previous indications of a looming global catastrophic event. We therefore deeply regret to inform the public that New York City will not sink under 20 feet of water any time soon, if ever. Thank you." -

Anyone and everyone, it matters not one bloody wit who he/she might be, credentials up the ying yang be damned, who threatens to rock the Global Warming boat will be, with all the zealotry of 13th century Inquisitors, summarily and symbolically burned at the stake of public opinion. Hundreds, if not thousands, of skeptical scientists and professionals (meaning heretics) have been intimidated into silence, as others have even had their careers decimated. The systematic persecution through the media, through universities, through political circles, and through corporations is staggering in its audacity and determination...to put it mildly. Threats of funding cuts, boycotting publications, black listing, and outright dismissal or termination of contracts are all fair game in what, by any other measure in any other circumstances, would be called "fundamentalism" at its very worst and most profane sense of the term. And all of it being employed by otherwise respectable and reputable people.

With global climate now shifting into the next, and inevitable, cooling cycle, and with the northern hemisphere reeling from the worst winter in four decades since the last cooling cycle, climate change alarmists are now telling everyone who will listen that this, too, is the result of man-made global warming.

Let's face it, they have to. Because, as they say, the proverbial jig, it is just about up.

Mind you, recent history considered, perhaps one can't blame them for assuming that people now will believe just about anything they're told about global climate, no matter how absolutely ludicrous and asinine.

But let's assume, graciously, for a moment that it's not just about the money.

Let's presume that it's about the actual cause of environmentalism.

Do the ends justify the means?

What is left of science at all, if all points of view and all the evidence are not brought to the table??? If there is no healthy skepticism??? If all debate to the contrary is suppressed??? And if scientists measure their works first and foremost by one single overarching doctrine/ideology/dogma/ism???

When did science ever become concerned with "consensus"??? Up until lately, science was a matter of proving that something either is, or it isn't. That the earth orbits the sun, that night follows day, that up is up and down is down, is not a mere matter of "consensus"! And yet we are told repeatedly that global warming is a matter of "fact" by virtue of wide "consensus" among scientists...which, by the way, IS NOT A WIDELY SHARED OPINION AT ALL, NOT EVEN REMOTELY!

I'll tell you what science becomes within this context: Religion.

Should we be concerned about the ecology? About pollution? About the earth's environment?

DEFINITELY!

And to those noble ends, before this goes any further, let's cut the ignorant bullshit (meaning ignorant bullshit), and get the ALL the facts on the table so we can make sane and prudent decisions on policy about where we go from here.

While the western world flogs itself with politically correct guilt, a third of world's population elsewhere is pretty much starving to death...if diseases aren't killing them first. We self-righteously preach to them the holiness of "green" living (meaning huts with candles), and thrust upon them our experimental technologies for producing energy costing 4 to 10 times the going rate that they already can't afford. And so they carry on burning down millions of acres of forests essential to CO2 recycling each and every year just to eke out a standard of living none of us would tolerate even for our pets, forget about our children.

No, it's not just about the billions upon billions being flushed down the proverbial toilet to no good end.

It's about the health and welfare of billions of human beings, of tens of billions of creatures, and the very planet itself.

It's about you.

And therefore it is critical and incumbent upon you to find out the truth.

It's out there, albeit a great many are busting their humps to keep it from you.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

If, like me, you don't have the luxury of a work shop...

Here's a good idea from MTM Case-Gard.



While in Lethbridge over Christmas, I treated myself to one of these while touring the many aisles (like a little kid in Toyland) at Wholesale Sports. Cost me all of $45. I've paid more than that for fishing tackle boxes half the size.

As you can see, it's very accommodating for all your gun cleaning stuff, with enough trays to keep it all in at least some kind of reasonable order.

And the rest to sit your rifle on while cleaning is just way too handy.

Been looking for something like this for years. Kudos to MTM for delivering on a super useful product at a very reasonable price.

And BTW, ain't that just the sweetest little Marlin 30.30 you ever did see!

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Now this is one nifty little GPS!


The good people at Bushnell were really using their heads when they came up with the Backtrack GPS.

Got myself one of these a couple weeks back, haven't had a chance to actually put it to use yet. But playing around with it, there's no doubt it's going to work like a hot damn!

Here's what I like about it:

It's small, and can be carried in your pants pocket.

The instructions amounted to about two paragraphs, and they were comprehensible, too! No PHD required to figure out how this gadget functions.

A tribute to simplicity of form and function, it provides exactly what you need for hunting, no more or less. You can log three way-points with it: a) the location of your truck or camp, b) any major turning point on the trail you might have to return to before heading back to base, and c) the location of downed game, certainly handy as hell in the event you have to return the next day to pack it out. Also handy for logging a start point in the unfortunate circumstance when you might have to go back the next day to track a wounded critter.

It also acts as a compass.

It will provide distances back to base.

It has backlighting for after dark.

And the best part, it will set you back about $70 or so!

IMHO, I can't think of a reason every hunter, camper, hiker, fisherman, skier, snowmobiler, whatever, would want to head into the wild without one of these truly handy little rascals. The amount of grief it could save you is beyond measure.

In fact, God forbid one gets into serious trouble, it could even save a life.

There is no worse feeling then realizing you've gotten yourself turned around, and just might be lost. Every hunter almost certainly has experienced this at least once, and it tends to stick in the mind for a long time, often to pop up late at night when getting to sleep already is a challenge.

You've all been there. Fog sets in, or snow starts to fly, the horizon markers you depend upon no longer are visible, and everything starts to look the same. Worse yet, maybe you've just cut your own tracks in the snow and realize you've been walking in circles...and to make matters worse, the dark of night is just an hour away.

Scary stuff that will get an otherwise experienced veteran of the woods' head spinning and his heart pounding in his ears.

Believe it, in a moment like that, $70 will seem like absolute chump change.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Project 25.06: So far, so good...


This summer I launched into customizing my trusty ol' Remington 700 BDL Varminter. I acquired the rifle almost two decades ago at a gun swap in Lloydminster, Alberta, trading in an Ithica Model 37 Deluxe and a hundred bucks to boot. There were two such rifles on the dealer's table, the other being .222 Remington. I decided, wisely as it turned out, that I could do everything with the 25.06 that the .222 might, and a whole lot more. At least a dozen whitetail and muley bucks later, almost all of 'em one shot kills, the rifle stands vindicated.

Since then I've added a couple more rifles to my gun safe, including a Weatherby Vanguard in 300 Win. Mag, and a sweet little Marlin 336 levergun in 30.30. Between the two of them, just about anything I could think of hunting is pretty much covered.

Not the easiest carry on my shoulder (as I get older...), I got to thinking that the heavy barreled Remington would be an ideal candidate to turn into a dedicated target rifle. Even with factory ammo, if I'm on my game, its ability to consistently pack three rounds into sub one inch groups is basically a gimme.

So I concluded it's time to make it look like a serious shooter, and in the process enhance, where reasonably possible, its attributes.


To that end I ordered up a new stock from HS Precision, who are known for quality and reputation within the world of tactical weaponry. They incorporate aluminum structural reinforcement that also serves as solid bedding for the action. Additionally, the stock provides for a completely free floated barrel, in which I'm a believer for the sake of consistent accuracy.

Next, I took the balance of the rifle to my trusted gunsmith and had him completely refinish it. Prior to re-bluing, he bead blasts the surfaces, which has the effect of providing a much tougher resistance to scrapes and scratches. The result is a durable matte finish similar to "parkerizing" that looks great. At the same time I had him add a target crown to the barrel that helps to protect the end of the bore from dings, even the slightest of which can destroy accuracy.

The rifle already wears a replacement trigger by Timney. Never doubt the potential to wring out smaller groups with a quality trigger. The very first step towards improving any rifle is proper adjustment of the current trigger, always by a competent gunsmith, or if not possible, then replacement thereof, also by a competent gunsmith. Do NOT fool with triggers to save a few bucks, it just is not worth the risk, nor the liability one can assume in the event of an unfortunate accident.

The bottom plate and trigger guard on a Remington is made of some sort of aluminum or pot metal, and does not lend itself to refinishing. An attempt at anodizing fell short of matching the quality of the rest of the metal. So I ordered up a Williams replacement, machined from steel and matte finished. Although a tad pricey, it certainly added to overall quality and appearance. Another option would have been a replacement from HS Precision that includes a clip magazine, and an extra hundred bucks or so. I wasn't sold on the clip for this type of rifle.

The Harris swiveling bipod was acquired through a swap of sorts with one of the good guys who frequent the forum at 24hourcampfire.com.

I came across the Leupold VX-II 6x18x40 AO on Ebay, and my somewhat skimpy bid, to my surprise, won the day for a brand new in the box scope.

To mount it I went with Leupold steel bases of the Weaver style, topped off with Burris Signature rings. I'm a huge fan of Signature rings, as the plastic inner bearings absorb imperfections in alignment without any fuss, and protect the scope from ring marks. Never had one fail me yet. IMHO, the only way to go.

And there you have it. It's a one of a kind, it's to my tastes, and it shoots like a hot damn.


The target represents 6 consecutive rounds of Fusion 120 gr. into 5/8" at 100 yards.

I can't wait to see what handloads will do!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

That's all she wrote for this season


One 6x6 elk, and one 5x5 whitetail. No score on the muleys.

I owe an old friend for the tip on where to go for whitetails. I offered to take him along, but he had to show up for work instead. Silly person! Next morning, about 5 minutes into legal light, this buck showed up. Now, if RP had his priorities straight, it would have been his...

...well, theoretically.

Ha, ha!

Next year, bud! No excuses, ya hear! ;-)

Anyway, no complaints at all on the season, good times all around!

Friday, November 21, 2008

Here's a hunting tip for ya

Rifle - $695
Scope - $399
Ammo - $39
Guided hunt - $5900
3 inches of tape to keep rain, snow and assorted crap out of the barrel - Priceless!



Saw this clip on YouTube today.

Goes without saying, this could have turned out a lot worse, as in, given a weaker action, the bolt could have blown out backwards. People get killed when that happens.

I think I'm gonna carry some good ol' electrical tape with me from now on.

Friday, October 24, 2008

This hunting season so far has been pretty good

Part One: When you least expect it...

About four weeks ago on a Sunday morning I headed out before light to take a wander through my favorite stomping grounds where resident elk are known to frequent. It's my kinda area to hunt, which it to say it's pretty much flat. A fifty yard climb will getcha to the top of a ridge, where it's also flat. All this, and there's game around. When you're hunting solo, and you're 54, you gotta love it!

I parked the truck in the dark, and headed out for about a half mile walk down to a small point of land overlooking a slash. Once there I pitched in to watch the tree lines, and listen for that magical sound of a bull elk exercising his hormonal male urges via screaming bugles across the morning stillness.

Not a sound. Even the nearby rancher's normally vocal herefords weren't making so much as a squeak. Nothing was moving anywhere.

After half an hour I thought to myself, "I know where this is going." So I began the backtrack to my pickup.

Halfway back I noticed a couple of whitetails on the edge of the timber ahead of me. Check them over with the scope. Doe and her young one. "Well, at least I saw something...just a sec here. What's this?"

A little closer than the deer, and about half way up the short bank, at about 80 yards, was an elk standing broadside and watching me. I swung the scope to look it over. An elk with antlers! He turned and took a couple of steps up the bank, then stopped again...

SIX POINT ANTLERS!!! HE'S LEGAL!!!

He started to move again, but not fast enough. My Vangaurd 300 Win. Mag. barked, and a 130 gr. Barnes TTSX found its mark dead center of his shoulder. He lurched, and disappeared over the top. The timber above came alive with the sound of his harem breaking for the nearest far away place, followed by a telling crash that said he was down.

He didn't go far, maybe 40 yards, when it was all over.

That's where the fun part ended. When you're by yourself, a bull elk lying on the ground in front of you suddenly looks a lot bigger than it did in the crosshairs.

Long story short, I accepted the challenge, and 90 minutes later I had him in two halves and dragged the roughly 80 yards (that seemed like a mile or two) back down to where I could get in with the Ford. However, the last 3 feet into the box was more than I possibly could manage. To the two hunters (from Vancouver) I tracked down and convinced to come back and give me a hand, many thanks! I owe you one!

Back at the cutters, trimmed, skinned and ready to butcher, the total weight came in at 445 lbs.

And it only took me a week or so to get over the stiffness and aches.


But as they say, "It hurts so good!"

Part Two: Why we should climb that mountain

Thirty four years ago, Dan, at age fourteen and six years my junior, arrived in Penticton, full of piss and vinegar as they say, to join his uncle for a week long hunt for mule deer. For him it was a coming of age. For me it was my turn to show a young hunter some of the ropes I had learned about our sport.

Thirty four years later we've only missed one hunting season together, and that was so long ago I can't remember which year it was. We each live in two absolutely diametrically opposed worlds, but for the best part of a week each year all that gets shoved aside, and we share in a passion that ultimately renews our souls by allowing us to touch down for just a little while with nature, and to remind us of what life really is all about.

Over those years we've been skunked lots, taken some nice deer and a couple elk, and hiked a lot of ground in everything from shirtsleeve weather to thirty below zero. Most memorable is the country we've seen, and the beauty of nature we've experienced.

But nothing compares to sitting on top of a mountain here in British Columbia and being able to look as far as the eye can see at what seems to be the entire world. If that doesn't lift one's spirits, probably nothing will.

A couple of years ago my two son-in-laws, Jason and Rene, joined us, and I'm proud to say now have themselves taken to reserving one week each year to join the boys' traditional annual hunt. And so we did again last week.

One day last week, after a morning of chugging up ridges and through tangled forests, we gathered around a little lunchtime fire to roast a few smokies. In a moment of quietness, Dan said, "This fire is in honor of Brian. He's the one who got us started with this midday ritual."

Brian, a few years younger than me and a cousin to Dan, had joined us for several hunts about ten years back. This past summer, at barely fifty, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Barely a month later Brian lost his battle, leaving behind a wonderful wife and two beautiful children.

Staring into the campfire we all shared in a reflective pause.

The next day Dan, who at 48 keeps himself in better shape than most people half his age, and Rene made their way damn near to the top of a basin along the Bull River. Jason and I showed up later in the day, and via radio managed to contact the boys way up the mountain. "Hike the road up," Dan said, "It's a bit miserable for the first fifteen minutes, but not bad after that, and you should end up at the bottom of this basin in about an hour and change. Are you up for it?"

"Ummmm...Ok."

A bit miserable? Hell, I wouldn't want to drive a Hummer in lock up on that sorry excuse for a road! If you ever tripped, you wouldn't quit rollin' till you bounced off the bumper of the truck down at the bottom.

Two hours later Jason and I broke out of the trees into the basin bottom at about 6000 ft. I was a hurtin' puppy. But the view and terrain was amazing. You had a sense that there was some sort of critter just behind every tree.

The hike down may have been worse...at least for me. Nobody else seemed to be bothered by the leg jarring trudge. Needless to say, the old guy bore the brunt of even more humor about being an old guy.

The next day, while I was limping and even finding merely standing up to be a grind, Dan and Rene climbed to the very top of an even higher mountain. The pictures they brought back of them with grins a mile wide against a spectacularly breathtaking scenic backdrop said it all.

Eventually they asked why I made the climb up that mountain, knowing I was going to pay the price for it.

Some day, sooner than later at this stage of life, I won't be able to follow the young guns, maybe for reasons I can't predict and/or don't want to think about.

Thus, the answer is that maybe life is too short not to climb the odd mountain when you still can.

Monday, September 8, 2008

About this federal election...

Try to imagine the Dion Liberals, or, God forbid, Layton's NDP in control of the gun registry.

Good, now that I've got your attention...

If you're a firearms owner, you vote Conservative.

Given a majority, the long gun registry is finally toast.

End of story.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

My 300 Win. Mag just became a veritable laser!

In recent rifle mags I've been reading articles extolling the virtues of the Barnes Tipped TSX. One story in particular caught my attention. It related how the hunter in the picture, posing along side his 2500 pound bison, had knocked the beast down with a 100 gr. .257 caliber bullet. When I say knocked down, I mean DRT, "dead right there"!

Apparently he started with a magnum cartridge, I think it was a 7mm STW, and came up with a wildcat .257 that spits out 100 gr. pills at a staggering 4100 ft/sec! The bullet of choice was the Barnes Triple Shock, which is solid copper, no lead core. Said bullet blew through both shoulders of the bison and planted him on the spot. The article went on to say that he'd taken 6 elk in similar manner.

Now, the old school taught me that bullet weight equates to stopping power, and one carefully matches bullets by weight to the size of game on the menu.

But according to Barnes, not so, Grasshopper.

Bullet construction, some speed, and coupled with placement...i.e., good shooting...is what it's all about.

Barnes recently added a plastic tip to the Triple Shock, which enhances ballistic coefficient, as well as proper expansion upon impact. Read the info provided on their website for the details.

Soooo...

I noticed that Federal Premium loads a Barnes Tipped TSX in 130 gr. for my 300 Win. Mag. Hmmm... 3500 ft/sec!!! Alrighty! Gotta get me some of them and see what happens.

What happens is, I have to zero my Weatherby Vanguard for dead on at 100 yards...

...because it then will shoot only 2 inches high at 200 yards!

No, I'm not making that up! Thus, if I believe the specs on Federal's website, this means I should be only about 2.1 inches low at 300 yards...!!! And still smokin' along at a relatively sizzling 2667 ft/sec! My regular fodder leaves the barrel only a couple hundred ft/sec faster than that!

Good freakin' grief!

Well, that's what I'm heading into the woods with for elk this year.

BTW, if you're into the new 300 WSM short magnums, they're available for you, too, with same ballistics.

Lastly...on the not so positive side, get ready to pay dearly for 'em, they ain't cheap, at least not here in Canada.

But then neither is gas and all those other costs of our great sport, eh?

...you know, the costs we don't dare mention to our wives.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Winchester 30.30 lives again

About 12 years ago, while wandering past tables prior to opening at a local gun swap, I came across a Marlin 336 in 35 Remington in pristine condition that stood out amongst a collection of irons displayed by a friend of mine.

"What's the scoop on this one?" I asked. "Widow next door told me that since her husband recently passed on, she doesn't want it around, so make sure it goes away during this meet. $200."

"...???...really!!! Don't go away! I'll be right back with the cash!"

The next day at another table I spotted a brand new one, identical but in 30.30, which I preferred to the 35 Rem.

"How much to trade up a virtually new 35 for this 30.30?" I asked coyly.

"Hmmm...$50."

"Don't let that go, I'll be right back!"

$250 total, I owned a brand new Marlin lever, something I'd had an itch to own for a lot of years. There's nothing like them, a 94 Winchester doesn't even come close in any respect worth mentioning.

And then I packed it away in my gun safe. Save for about 40 rounds at the range over the next decade, it sat idle never seeing duty afield even once. God forbid I'd leave the 25.06 at home in favor of it, that would be the day Mr. Big Hog Buck From Hell would walk out of the woods at about 300 yards and give me the magic hoof as he snickered at my impotency.

Well, that's all changed now. Hornady's new LeverEvolution ammo finally made it to Canada last year.

Long story short, after mounting a Leupold FX-II 6x36 scope with a Leupold one piece base, I sighted in the Marlin 3" high at 100 yds. Then I walked the target out to 200 yards to see what would happen next.

What happened next is that I dropped 3 rounds inside of 2" dead on the money!!!

First week of deer season I broke the Marlin in proper on a 4 point whitetail, with considerable efficiency.

And had a legal bull elk showed up inside of 250 yards, I wouldn't have hesitated one second.

Hats off to Hornady! They've made the venerable ol' Winchester 30.30 completely respectable again, and given new life to a truly fun to hunt with, masterfully designed and crafted Marlin rifle.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Making old faithful new again...

About 20 years ago (yeeeesh, that long???) at a gun show in Lloydminster I swapped out an Ithica Model 37 Deluxe 12 gauge and $100 for a Remington 700 BDL Varminter in 25.06 cal. I could have opted for the same in a Remington .222 resting on the same table, a round legendary for its accuracy, but limited strictly to varmints. With a tad bit more huff and puff the 06 is every bit as lethal at long range, and then some, but has the added bonus of being quite efficient at putting meat in the freezer as well.

Over the years that rifle has made me a huge believer in the 25.06 as a terrifically accurate, super flat shooting, and at times shockingly effective caliber, which I'd rate as about as ideal as it gets for whitetails and mulies in any size they happen to come in. Or IOW, if ya can't knock 'em down clean with a 25.06, it definitely ain't the gun's fault.

For several years now I've pondered upgrading the ol' beast. About 5 years back I customized another, almost identical save for the short action, 6 mm for my hunting partner. The stock was beyond restoration, and the salty air on the coast had scarred the metal in a couple of spots. The results of the upgrade were so impressive that it's haunted me ever since every time I picked up my own rifle.

The big stumbling point has been, do I wanna screw with what works pretty good already? Or as they say, if it ain't broke, then don't fix the damn thing!

Long story short, after picking away in my mind at every little flaw I could imagine, I finally convinced myself to get on with it already, 'cause you're not gonna quit on this until you do it!!!

A couple weeks left to go as I wait for two key components to show up.

Then I'll post some before and after pics.

I think it's going to be one very hot looking rifle, definitely not an "off the shelf" generic.

Stay tuned...