cslinger (or anybody else for that matter)
Now as for the guy with the lever action not being able to hit anything at say 20', I'm gonna have to say he must have been drunk...(edit)...I mean come on four or five rounds and he hits nothing but the wall in a crowded bar. I guess that was really my only pet peeve, I just think they could have written that scene better.
I'm curious: Was he firing from the hip? I ask because I'm not sure
I could hit anything firing a lever-action rifle from the hip. I don't know because I've never fired such a rifle. I would like to think that in 4-5 rounds I could walk my fire into a man-sized target, but I don't know--what's the recoil like??
I suppose there are members here that could shoot a lever action firing rifle caliber rounds from their hip and hit 5 for 5.
(Aside--There are members here that can do all sorts of amazing things. And some are so amazing that I'd have to see them do it to believe it. Not saying they can't--In fact I hope they can!! If they can, there's hope for me learning to do "it").
The stories told to me by my Grandfather led me to believe real cowboys weren't necessarily all that proficient with their guns--At least in terms of SASS style gun fighting. Not saying there weren't gunfighters in the old west--just that most people, including lawmen, weren't. Kind of like present-day people. Also, I've been told (TIFWIW) that the "real" cowboys carried mostly .44's and .45's. Not loaded-down, low-recoil .38s like a lot of SASS shooters (again, so I've been told--all hearsay--willing to learn and admit if I'm mistaken). The lever guns my Texas relatives told me about were all at least 30-30. Several of them told me that was the minimum saddle gun for killing a S. Texas Javelina. I don't think they carried any pistol caliber carbines. So I would think that would have a pretty good jump trying to shoot offhand from the hip--no butt stabilization or lean-in.
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Another aside: My maternal Grandfather grew up in the Carrizo Springs and Corpus Christi areas in Texas. They were loosely related to the owners of The King Ranch, but his family was poor and mostly worked for other ranchers, when they had work. When there wasn't any work they weren't above running a few head of--unbranded--cattle they "found" on the south side of the Rio Grande back up to their ranch and selling them off. My Grandfather and his brother were the last of 4+ generations of cowboys, although he only did it himself as a pre-teen. By the time he was 14 the "new" cowboys were oilrig rough necks and he went to work driving a truck. He said it paid better and he got to sleep in a bed a whole lot more. His brother went on to sell parts to wildcatters and became very wealthy. While my grandfather never made a fortune in cash, he was rich in many, many other ways--some of which he passed on to me and still serve me well.)
My Grandfather said most cowboys worked too darn hard, doing too much other stuff, to become very good shooters. Too many other chores/responsibilities to waste time practicing something that wasn't going to earn them any money. Sure, they could shoot a snake with a handgun, drop a Javelina or other predator with a rifle--but they were aimed, slow shots for the most part--not "quick draws".
My Grandfather was an excellent shot, but he never talked much about shooting. After WWII he had really had enough of guns--as far as know he didn't own a firearm from the time he got back from WWII until 1979 or '80
(About that time--I was 15 or 16--I was snooping around in his clothes closet and found a .17(? .177?) pellet gun. I also found his stash of dirty magazines--I was shocked-- and his hideout money. I am ashamed to say I took some of his money, and proud to say I felt so guilty about doing him that wrong that I returned it within a few days. I didn't have the best "moral compass" but it functioned sometimes. I don't think He ever knew, but I still remember it 20++ years later--a gift he gave me and he didn't even know it. I don't steal anymore)
I heard a story about him shooting the head off a rattlesnake that was encroaching on my aunts’ ranch in New Mexico--one shot with a .22. And I saw him kill several raccoons with one shot (each) from a 22. Pretty impressive stuff to a small boy who only saw guns on TV--I started thinking My Granddad was a REAL cowboy!
(Unfortunately he never taught me about shooting or guns--we grew up mostly in the city and he didn't "see a need" for guns in the city--this was the yellow dog Democrat, Texas liberal side of my family--so I got my first gun when I was 33, not 13. Dang! Yet another aside! This post is getting way long!)
He would say "Go get Sam Munn's (our neighbor) 22 and ONE bullet. My mom would question him and he'd say "I only need ONE!†I was never allowed to go get the gun. It HAD to be an adult. The last time I saw him shoot a 'coon he was had pretty advanced Alzheimer’s and we were scared to death of him with a gun. But he insisted, and you didn't ever win with him when he set his mind to something. I don't think any of us believed he could make the shot in his condition--the 'coon was 20-25 feet up a fir tree, in the branches--but I'll be darned if he didn't kill it cleanly. (BTW--this was at our country house on Whidbey Island. He wasn't shooting raccoons in the middle of Seattle!)
Anyway, sorry this got so long. I started to reminisce about my Grandfather and just typed it all down. I sure miss him. He's been gone about 7 years. I wish we'd had time for him to teach me about shooting, but I guess that's how it always is--You don't think it's important at the time, and impossible to go back for when you realize how important it is.
I started out here to say I don't think it's unrealistic to miss 4-5 times with a lever gun. What I ended up with is this: If you've got grandkids, go get 'em right
now and teach 'em something that they'll never forget. You may be the last one in your family that knows this thing or knows how to do that thing.
(Last Aside I promise: The stuff you teach them doesn't have to be JUST shooting! Pass along all the little tricks you learned through your life. One of the best things my Grandfather ever taught me was "Wear your name tag on your left lapel and hold your drink in you LEFT hand. This way when you shake hands with some one they can naturally see your name, and your hand isn't all cold and clammy." Simple, eh? But how do you learn it? If some old, cagey politic-er (??) doesn't tell you, you'll go around and no one will know your name and they'll just remember your clammy, wet handshake! Not a good impression!)
We will all pass out of this life, but your legacy will live in those kids and they'll love and cherish you for it.
(I just read this over and added even more. I know it's not really relevant to this thread, but hopefully some one will get something out of it. If the Mods want to move it--feel free. If for some odd reason you find this kind of stuff interesting, drop me a pm--I might start a thread with stories of my Grandfather and his family. My Grandmother wrote a history of the Gardner (his) family that she finished just before she passed. I should read it anyway! BTW--This
IS NOT another aside--You can tell because it's not
Italicized!)