Pat Riot
Contributing Member
Years ago in Southern California I was at a range sighting in my deer rifle. There were quite a few guys there for the same reason. Out at about 150 yards, just past the 100 yard target line a herd of mule deer made their way down to the flat area of the range. A cease fire had been called over the PA system.
While everyone sat there the PA speaker clicked and a voice whispered “Get a good look, boys. These are probably the only deer you’ll see this year.” Laughter ensued with a lot of guys nodding in agreement.
Most SoCal deer zones only see 1-3% success rates.
When I was a kid I went with my Dad to sight in his “deer rifle” a couple of times. He was not an avid shooter, but he was a “hunter” so he tried to get things right. His friends, on the other hand, were a bunch of meatheads that would buy a rifle and one box of ammo and as long as it hit the paper at 100 yards they called it “good”.
One time I got my ears boxed because I commented that if they properly sighted their guns in they wouldn’t have to chase wounded deer for miles after shooting at them. I guess logic was a foreign concept with that crew. It almost seemed like the guy that tracked his deer furthest was the “winner”.
I learned a lot from my Dad and his buddies. A lot of what not to do.
While everyone sat there the PA speaker clicked and a voice whispered “Get a good look, boys. These are probably the only deer you’ll see this year.” Laughter ensued with a lot of guys nodding in agreement.
Most SoCal deer zones only see 1-3% success rates.
When I was a kid I went with my Dad to sight in his “deer rifle” a couple of times. He was not an avid shooter, but he was a “hunter” so he tried to get things right. His friends, on the other hand, were a bunch of meatheads that would buy a rifle and one box of ammo and as long as it hit the paper at 100 yards they called it “good”.
One time I got my ears boxed because I commented that if they properly sighted their guns in they wouldn’t have to chase wounded deer for miles after shooting at them. I guess logic was a foreign concept with that crew. It almost seemed like the guy that tracked his deer furthest was the “winner”.
I learned a lot from my Dad and his buddies. A lot of what not to do.