Here's a true story from this week in 1980.
We arrived at a Holiday Inn in Staunton, VA after a long drive just before Thanksgiving. I went to the bar for a distilled relaxant or two before dinner. I liked Canadian whisky then.
A man wearing an old-style herringbone tweed sport coat with suede elbow pads mentioned the bone chilling cold and said he had come it from deer hunting.
I asked if he was restricted to shotguns.
"Not here. They are in the Piedmont, but not here. But nothin' is legal here right now, though. The season is over."
A poacher who would admit his crime to a stranger!
The man was an author, and he had been poaching to get food for a poor neighbor mother and her kids.
"What were you using?".
He pulled from his pocket a .22 Hornet cartridge loaded with a heavy-looking cast bullet with some of the lubricating grooves exposed. He told me that it was extremely quiet, but that if you placed your shots well, one would do it at close range.
The man looked a lot liked Sam Waterson, and he spoke like the narrator on The Waltons.
I probably knew the bullet weight then. I'm thinking 55 grain.
Staunton is pronounced "Stanton". Wonderful part of the country.
The most notable gun writer I ever met was Col. Townsend Whelen--not at a bar, but at a range. He let me shoot his Winchester single shot chambered in .22 K-Hornet. That was in 1959.
I do not hunt, but I have been a rifleman since 1857;
We arrived at a Holiday Inn in Staunton, VA after a long drive just before Thanksgiving. I went to the bar for a distilled relaxant or two before dinner. I liked Canadian whisky then.
A man wearing an old-style herringbone tweed sport coat with suede elbow pads mentioned the bone chilling cold and said he had come it from deer hunting.
I asked if he was restricted to shotguns.
"Not here. They are in the Piedmont, but not here. But nothin' is legal here right now, though. The season is over."
A poacher who would admit his crime to a stranger!
The man was an author, and he had been poaching to get food for a poor neighbor mother and her kids.
"What were you using?".
He pulled from his pocket a .22 Hornet cartridge loaded with a heavy-looking cast bullet with some of the lubricating grooves exposed. He told me that it was extremely quiet, but that if you placed your shots well, one would do it at close range.
The man looked a lot liked Sam Waterson, and he spoke like the narrator on The Waltons.
I probably knew the bullet weight then. I'm thinking 55 grain.
Staunton is pronounced "Stanton". Wonderful part of the country.
The most notable gun writer I ever met was Col. Townsend Whelen--not at a bar, but at a range. He let me shoot his Winchester single shot chambered in .22 K-Hornet. That was in 1959.
I do not hunt, but I have been a rifleman since 1857;